“Ugh, a system requirements post?” you groan. “Talk about scraping the bottom of the post-Christmas barrel…” and I grab you by the ear, throw you to the ground, and stand over you yelling: LISTEN, YOU DREADFUL LITTLE SNOT, ONLY TWELVE THOUSAND YEARS SEPARATE US TODAY FROM THE FACTUAL, HISTORICAL EVENTS OF FAR CRY PRIMAL [OFFICIAL SITE] AND EVERYTHING YOU HAVE IS BUILT UPON THAT TOIL OF MILLENIA. WITHOUT THEM, YOU WOULDN’T BE HERE WHINING THAT ‘HOVERBOARDS’ DON’T EVEN HOVER. YOU WILL APPRECIATE EVERY OUNCE OF TECHNOLOGY AT YOUR DISPOSAL.
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