Far Cry: Primal and the Xbox One hit Rise of the Tomb Raider are the latest PC games to use Denuvo as a shield against warez crackers. With the aid of the Anti-Tamper tech, both games will effectively be piracy-free for months after their launch on PC. The first few months of sales are crucial for publishers, and Denuvo will ensure both Square Enix and Ubisoft are able to maximize their revenue as much as possible.
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In any case, cracked PC games may become extinct thanks to Denuvo. The leader of notorious Chinese warez group 3DM proclaimed that in just two years time, new pirated PC games will be dead.
Just Cause 3, which was released late November, still remains uncracked. However, there are cracked versions of the Denuvo-protected Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain and Mad Max, so it may only be a matter of time before all Anti-Tamper titles are unlocked.
What stands out most compellingly in today's lifestyle anarchism is its appetite for immediacy rather than reflection, for a naive one-to-one relationship between mind and reality. Not only does this immediacy immunize libertarian thinking from demands for nuanced and mediated reflection; it precludes rational analysis and, for that matter, rationality itself. Consigning humanity to the nontemporal, nonspatial, and nonhistorical -- a 'primal' notion of temporality based on the 'eternal' cycles of 'Nature' -- it thereby divests mind of its creative uniqueness and its freedom to intervene into the natural world.
From the standpoint of primitivist lifestyle anarchism, human beings are at their best when they adapt to nonhuman nature rather than intervene in it, or when, disencumbered of reason, technology, civilization, and even speech, they live in placid 'harmony' with existing reality, perhaps endowed with 'natural rights,' in a visceral and essentially mindless 'ecstatic' condition. T.A.Z., Fifth Estate, Anarchy: A Journal of Desire Armed, and lumpen 'zines' like Michael William's Stirnerite Demolition Derby -- all focus on an unmediated, ahistorical, and anticivilizatory 'primality' from which we have 'fallen,' a state of perfection and 'authenticity' in which we were guided variously by the 'bounds of nature,' 'natural law,' or our devouring egos. History and civilization consist of nothing but a descent into the inauthenticity of 'industrial society.'
Alas, the barbarians are already here -- and the 'Roman holiday' in today's American cities flourishes on crack, thuggery, insensitivity, stupidity, primitivism, anticivilizationism, antirationalism, and a sizable dose of 'anarchy' conceived as chaos. Lifestyle anarchism must be seen in the present social context not only of demoralized black ghettoes and reactionary white suburbs but even of Indian reservations, those ostensible centers of 'primality,' in which gangs of Indian youths now shoot at one another, drug dealing is rampant, and 'gang graffiti greets visitors even at the sacred Window Rock monument,' as Seth Mydans reports in The New York Times (March 3, 1995).
He spoke in a sharp, emphatic whisper, and Henry knew that heconsidered the enemy near. But there was no need to caution theboy, in whom the primal man was already awakened. Henry bent fardown, and holding his rifle before him in such a position that itcould be used at a moment's warning, was following behind Ross sosilently that the guide, hearing no sound, took an instant'sbackward glance. When he saw the boy he permitted another faintsmile of approval to pass over his face.
More than an hour passed, and then the forest in front of themburst into life. Rifles were fired from many points, the sharpcrack blending into one continuous ominous rattle; little puffsof white smoke arose, whistling bullets buried themselves with asighing sound in the bags of salt, and high above all rang thefierce yell, the war whoop of the Shawnees, the last sound thatmany a Kentucky pioneer ever heard.
Henry now began to see through the smoke dusky figures leapingfrom tree to tree, but always coming toward them. It was hisimpulse to fire, the moment a flitting figure appeared, gone thenext instant like a shadow, but remembering Ross's caution andtheir terrible need he restrained himself although his fingeralready lay caressingly on the trigger. Around him the rifleshad begun to crack. Ross and Sol were firing with slowdeliberate aim, and then reloading with incredible swiftness, anddown the line the others were doing likewise. Bullets werespattering into trunks and boughs, or burying themselves with asoft sigh in the salt, but Henry could not see that anybody wasyet hurt.
What can one do with this creature who stands so near and yet falls outside the reaches of one's understanding? It is so close, one could get a ladder and point it into the branches, climb a few feet and be face to face with it. If it didn't fly off first. But drawing closer would merely widen the differences between me and it. The thing one calls bird and puts into a story or a fable or a poem is not the same as this creature, with its weathered beak and small, fierce eyes. It is roundly hated by the neighbors who would gladly shoot it if I didn't protest. It scares off blue jays and robins and is fearless before human beings. I have seen them scare off the cats and bully a dog into cowering back to his yard. I have seen one strutting bull grackle puff up his blue-glittering neck feathers and perform his mating dance at the feet of two women not a foot away, near enough to be kicked. But his business was not human, it was purely bird matters, and his intended was a plain, gray, delicate creature who pretended to indifference, but kept her highly informed and judicious eye on him at all times. A marriage among alien figures unfolded that morning, in late spring, within so human a world hardly anything was left untransformed--cracked and heaving plates of sidewalk, raw and trod upon cedar roots, tufts of wire grass and St. Augustine fighting it out in an artificial civil war on my lawn, a house falling in great dominant slabs to crowd out the level prairie on which it stood; all these intrusions and upheavals of nature had given the two birds little room in which to perform a ritual that was unchanged since the ground formed and rose out of the sea a few million years before. 2ff7e9595c
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