Welcome to Watch Dogs Legion
where London has become
one big corporate wankfest.
This company Albion
thinks all it takes to make people happy
is fireworks.
Yeah nah me and my mates are sick of sitting around
whining in Facebook groups,
so we’ve decided to help this sheila
with some odd jobs.
["Enough talk! Let's unfuck London."]
You heard her.
I reckon I need to reinvent meself for this job.
I dunno if this is me face.
I don’t think it is.
This is tempting,
going into the mind of this bastard.
Fuck yes, look at those bloody hi-tech pyjamas.
Actually, I’m gonna be a cop.
I wanna uphold the London corporatocracy.
I wanna be able to walk through metal detectors
with lots of metal on me
and not get in trouble.
That's the life I want- No!
Alcoholic.
This speaks to me.
This is my jam,
maybe... No! gaming is about escapism,
this is too realistic
of how I am when I go to England.
Stumbling out of pubs.
Sheila Construction Worker!
This is it.
She has un-fuck London written all over her.
How ya go’in mate?
Do you work for Albion?
I’m not gonna hurt ya.
BAM! BAM! Okay, I am gonna hurt ya.
I lied. Say g’day to the ground for me! Heeyaa!
Don’t get up. That was a warning punch.
It’s not that I’m missing people
half the time mashing buttons. I gotchya.
I’m a good gamer. I am.
I hope Albion provides healthcare for its employees
because there’s gonna be a lot of claims.
AW! That's not even a claim.
That's outright death.
Just death at work.
One minute he’s rehearsing a future argument \
in his head with the missus,
the next minute said head
is all over the wall.
This sheila doesn’t look very corporate, but
ya never know,
some corporations try to be cool
and let their employees wear free dress.
This fella over here looks like he has a sore neck.
Don’t worry. I’m a chiro.
Let me show you how to fix it.
Crap, crap, crap I’m getting shot at.
Down you go buddy. Have a little sleep.
This is a good opening scene for the game.
Freeze frame.
This is me.
I guess you’re wondering how I ended up in this position.
Dodging bullets with a nail gun in me hand
and a box on my head.
Well, I’ll tell ya.
It’s all because my shitty mates thought changing the world
was a top-notch idea.
We thought corporations are evil,
and hacking them would be cool.
But I dunno.
Whenever my blood pools on the floor
I tend to second guess my decision making.
Crap, crap, crap.
No! Fuck it! I’m saving London.
This is honourable. Bam! Bam!
Oh there’s the shart in the background.
I love that building.
As we know, a shart is when you do a fart
but a mini bit of shit comes out.
That building was designed to look like a shart.
Yeah nah nah true story.
Construction Worker Sheila in a supercar
doing super jumps.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world ladies and gents.
The cars are pretty good fun.
Drifting. Drifting.
Practicing my drifting.
Aaaand BAM!
Whammy! I’m a boat owner now.
Everyone knows I love recreational speed boating.
Look at this stupid arse boat.
Get outta the way mate.
This is meant to be the fast lane.
Excuse me. Back ya go.
This is my river.
I’m in charge of the Thames River
or the River Thames or whatever it is.
I hacked it. It’s mine.
Follow the rules everyone.
The rules are there's pretty much no rules.
Okay. We’re back where we started.
At the pub.
No matter what I do,
how I am in real life
finds its way into my gameplay.
Yep getting tipsy now.
Got a bit of a buzz going.
Time to play darts
with this dickhead.
This is like fishing in Zelda.
I could spend quite a few hours
wasting my life in this part of the game.
Li- like real-life ya play darts better
when ya drunk.