Jesus Christ, tell me about it. I spent a good portion of the weekend playing Assassin's Creed II. Goddamn jumping puzzles. The only times I died was through jumping incidents. Throw me in a barrel full of angry guards and I'll emerge the victor. Present me with a jumping puzzle and I develop a crippling muscular disorder.

Haven't raged that hard at a video game in a long time. Had to step away more than once. It would help if the game didn't suddenly rotate the camera 35 degrees just as I'm about to hurl myself at a wooden splinter embedded into the wall.