TechnoBuffalo writes: I was only a few hours into Far Cry 3, a few radio towers and enemy bases conquered, when I approached my first tiger. She was strolling through the Rook Islands jungle, untroubled by the herd of Tapirs grazing nearby. More importantly, she was oblivious to my presence. To get a better vantage point, I climbed a small hill about sixty yards from my target, crouched in the deep green brush, and aimed my sniper rifle. A car of Rakyat friendlies drove by. The setting sun turned the sky an array of pinks, oranges, and purples.
I pulled the trigger.