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I was curious if someone’s translated what the Gods say in the trial of the Gods because I was never sure if it’s real Egyptian or just random Egyptian-like words. I always felt that them speaking was the best part of those fights because it just makes the whole thing feel more awesome and intense.

I doubt they discarded something as significant as Egyptian Gods speaking in Egyptian only for it to be all gibberish, but I also haven’t really looked into it. Origins is probably the most difficult one I’ve dealt with because there’s so much going on in that game and I can hardly keep up.

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I don’t think anyone ever expects to wake up one morning and find themselves caught in the middle of a war between two secret organizations. I know I didn’t, but here I am.

On one side are the Templars, better known these days as Abstergo industries. They’re in the business of control, Politics, Economics, Technology. They won’t stop until every single one of us serves them. Literally.

Fighting against them are the Assassin’s, a group dedicated to safeguarding humanities free will. I was born into the brotherhood.

A couple of weeks ago the Templars found me. They took me prisoner. Strapped me into a machine they’d built and put me to work. It’s called an Animus, and it’s where I spent most of my time. Exploring the memories of my ancestors, discovering entire lives locked deep inside my DNA.

First I revisited the life of Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad, an Assassin from the Crusades. The Templars wanted the location of something known as a Piece of Eden, an ancient artifact capable of bending people to their will. Once the Templars had what they were looking for, they decided my usefulness had come to an end. But Lucy saved me.

Lucy. When things were at there worst, she revealed herself to be an Assassin and helped me escape. I was hoping that would be the end of my misadventures. But we were just getting started. Back into another Animus I went.

Now I’m reliving the memories of Ezio Auditore da Firenze, my ancestor from the Renaissance, searching for a path forward. Through the bleeding effect, I’m becoming an Assassin in more than just name. It will come in handy as the Templars prepare to enslave us all.

They’ve found us. They’ve crashed our hideout and we’re fleeing the scene, looking for a place to hide. Only there isn’t any and our time is running short.

My name is Desmond Miles and this is my story.

Happy birthday Desmond Miles!