I’ve never really been one for the appreciation of the “great outdoors”. Take me out of my skyscraper rainforest, ground me in something other than the tangled detritus of concrete streets and roads, and I become unmoored. I blame it on my upbringing: I was largely sheltered, and as a result my outdoorsmanship was developed within the pages of a book or at the end of a joystick.
Annexing territory, sending out scouting groups, beating enemies to death and eating babies. It may sound like a plot to a particularly violent video game, but it’s really just chimpanzees, giving us some serious insight into human nature.