I gripped a grenade, pulling the pin before I even knew where I was going to throw it. Four Stalkers, by my count, were orbiting the car, pouncing in the jungle bed like cheetahs. In a panic, I perched myself atop one of the railcars, a rusty island. This was a legitimate “the floor is lava” scenario. I couldn't tell if I was in Central Park or Jurassic. I remember emptying a shotgun into the brush, still unsure if I clipped one. The stalks of grass quivered, but in a way that obscured the true orientation of enemies. They didn't magnetize to my position like most game enemies. The Ceph Stalkers didn't bolt directly at me. In one of my favorite sequences, Crysis 3 threw packs of Ceph Stalkers-melee assault units with scythes for arms-at me in a railway car graveyard submerged in a wavy green ocean under the sun. A few areas filled with meters-high marsh grass are the exception. I never felt like I was in an NYC that's been swallowed whole by the Amazon. “Urban rainforest” as an aesthetic isn't really strayed from, and if anything, it feels under-expressed in that it's never taken to its natural extreme. The level design of Crysis 3 falls somewhere in between this gulf of opportunity and familiarity. "My worry was that Crysis 3 might simply coat Crysis 2's somewhat-claustrophobic city blocks with moss." In 2011, I criticized the sequel's narrowness : “Expressing your abilities as a player demands vertical and horizontal space, and there's slightly less of it in NYC than I would've liked.” And my worry was that Crysis 3 might simply coat Crysis 2's somewhat-claustrophobic city blocks with moss. My hope was that this plot and the terraforming power of Nanodomes would be natural excuses for Crytek to create a broad set of exotic environments. He joins you as a temporary companion character on missions to sabotage a few well-designed CELL facilities, like a hydroelectric dam. Psycho's vendetta to find out who separated him from his superskin motivates the first few hours. Cue the standard “you're humanity's savior” spiel: Prophet's unique bond with Ceph DNA grants him new power, but also exposes him to potentially being controlled by the Ceph hivemind. Psycho and others have been “skinned” of their Nanosuits, making you, Prophet, the only one on the planet. At the start of the story you're sprung from a stasis pod by Psycho, a former fellow Raptor Team member, to join a rebellion against CELL.
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