forum Siren is writing but this time it's about Far Cry 5 (name pending)

Started July 17, 2024 by @Serenity88 group

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soooo I love Far Cry 5 the best of all the games ive played, ive already completed the campaign twice and now im close to completing it on Infamous Mode (the most difficult thing ever omg)! and I love the world, the characters, the story. im bad at coming up with my own stuff to write about, but I like writing. so ive decided to write from the POV of the Deputy, basically gonna transcribe and story my time in Hope County, as soon as I can finish Infamous Mode and go through it again on hard mode.
ill post whenever I have a reading-sized chunk. if you dont know anything about the game, uhhhhhhhh yea go play it! first-person shooter game with lots of violence and swearing! delicious! plus religious cultist shit! yay!
yea idk man ill post at some point. dont expect a whole lot of context.
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trigger warnings!!!
throughout EVERYTHING I post here, there will be gore, violence, swearing, fucked up cultist shit, and oh yea have I mentioned the violence? its not 100% original; all rights n whatever to characters that aren't mine (almost all of them) are for Ubisoft and whoever else was involved making Far Cry 5

I gazed over the edge of the cliff, surveying the land spread before me. A lake, warped and shining, glittered at the edge of my sight. trailing off the lake's main body, the Henbane River twined its length around the hills and valleys of Hope County. Faint trails of smoke rose here and there, betraying the locations of Cultists, likely burning the bodies of those that refused to join their movement, Eden's Gate. At the peak of the highest hill, more of a small mountain really, stood the statue of Joseph Seed, overseeing the wanton destruction in his name. How I'd like to drive a plane right through that mound of concrete, topple it on his followers, show them he is no god.
I inhaled, chasing the thoughts away with the breath of clear mountain air. Up here, on a rocky cliff ledge north of the Henbane River region, the air was pure and cold, untainted by the sinister green fog known as the Bliss. I relished every taste I could get, knowing I had to head back down to the County Jail, the current makeshift headquarters of our small resistance; the jail was right on the Henbane River, and the air there was always a little thicker.
With a sigh, I turned from the magnificent view and toward the path leading down the mountain, strewn with flower petals and speckled with blood. Though the petals were of the Bliss flowers, the constant blowing of the mountain winds had long since bleached them of their toxic fragrance. Good thing, too; just a whiff of that scent was enough to disorient any regular person, prolonged exposure bringing headaches and hallucinations. The longer you stayed in the Bliss, the harder it was to get out.
"Come on, Dep!" my current help, Liz Crawford called from farther down the path. "Daylight's wastin', and I dont like the idea of getting caught in the dark with them Peggie fuckers."
With a final glance, I jogged after her. I tapped my sidearm, a reflex at the mention of Peggies. Reassured it was still there, I lengthened my stride, determined to reach the blacktop before night fell.
After several minuted of silent walking, Liz spoke up. "I just can't thank you enough for all the help you've been, Deputy."
Inwardly, I grimaced, bracing for the endless torrent of thanks and praise. It seemed wherever I went, strangers would recognize me and couldn't help themselves; they just had to make sure I knew how grateful they were for helping out at the prison, or liberating Falls End.
"I thought for sure the Angels would take the prison," Liz continued. "but then you showed up, with Grace Armstrong too! And you sure did a hell of a job kicking their sorry asses."
I lifted an eyebrow. "You were there? At the prison?"
She nodded. "Yup! Took out five of those fucked-up Angels myself. Plus around a dozen cultists who had brains." she sure seemed proud of it, picking up her chin and puffing her chest.
I nodded, not sure what to say. It seemed cruel to tell her those were pretty sad numbers; Id lost count in my first three days of being in Hope County. Raising my eyes from the path in front of my feet, movement caught my eye.
Without thinking, I crouched, my .45 already in my grasp. It took Liz two full seconds to follow suit, her semi-automatic trained on the three figures about fifty yards downhill. If I had been with Jess or Grace, they probably would have noticed the threat before me — and made a lot less noise while they were at it.
I crept around the wide trunk of the tree I was behind, trying to get a bead on the figures. As I suspected, it was two cultists and a prisoner; a woman, her dark hair straggling from its bun to trail on her shoulders. I waited, my knees folded, as they walked leisurely past. As the last man passed me, I sprang up. His neck snapped like a dead branch. The second cultist kept walking, only stopping when Liz – curse her – burst from her cover in front of him with a cry. He shoved his prisoner to her knees. "Sinner!" he screamed, raising his own semi-automatic. My pistol kicked, the sound like a small peal of thunder. The Peggie collapsed, a neat hole in the back of his skull.
I glared at Liz, then checked on the woman. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I untied her hands. As she pushed herself to her feet, her legs trembled. Liz tried to give her a hand up, but she flinched away as if electrocuted. The woman stared at us, then at the dead bodies on the ground, horror dawning on her pale, bruised face. "Oh God…" She took off into the woods, screaming. "Somebody help me! Anybody!"
"Damn, what's her deal?"
I shrugged. "Some of 'em are like that." I stopped to check the bodies for useful items; I found $20 between them and a few odds and ends I could use for crafting my explosives. Pocketing the loot, I continued on down the mountain, Liz at my side.
As we walked in silence, I recalled how she had handled the situation back there. She could have gotten the hostage killed, and myself. If it had been Grace, or Jess, it would have been silent the entire time. I gritted my teeth. Soon, we'd reach the blacktop, I could commandeer a vehicle, and we would be back at the jail in time for nightfall. I'd sell the deer skins id gathered in the past two days, say goodbye to Liz Crawford and march my happy ass back to the pizza bar.
8-bit Pizza Bar, where Grace, Jess and several of my other friends all camped out. plus my dog, Boomer, and Peaches, the cougar who'd do just about anything you asked her to for a bit of freeze-dried bait. I wonder if Nick will be there, or if he'll be out flying, or with Kim and Carmina.
Shouts and gunfire reached my ears. Tensing, I reached for my pistol again. Liz had started forward, looking alertly ahead for the source of the commotion. I heaved a small sigh. Here we go again…
I followed my gun for hire, hoping to stop the conflict with as few bullets as possible — ammo was expensive as fuck these days.

"Only two more," I muttered to myself. "Just two more damned casks."

"What's that, Deputy?" Grace called over the roar of the boat's engine.

"Nothin'!" I shouted back. I checked the map again, looking for the small symbols marking where Sherri Woodhouse's old whiskey casks were submerged in the lake. "We're almost done here, thats all."

"Good!" Jess's voice quavered as she clung to the edge of the boat with all her might. "This thing stinks like ass." The pallor of her face suggested there was more than the smell bothering her.

"Yeah, and Dep can't drive for shit," Grace added.

"I can pilot this vessel just fine, thank you very much," I stated, swerving sharply and slamming the boat into reverse to bring us to an abrupt halt. "I just choose not to cause I don't give half a flyin' fuck. We're still afloat, aren't we?" I grinned at Jess's glare, then handed the map to Grace. "Last two caskets, here we go."

"Remind me again why we're out here, on this damn lake, in this damn boat, for these damned whiskey caskets?" Asked Jess, squinting her eyes shut against the sun's glare.

"Cause that Woodhouse lady offered us lots of money and we need the cash for ammo and beer." I took my gun belt off, setting it in the pilot's seat. Jess was still grumbling when I dove into the cold lake water.

Taking a moment to acclimate before going deeper, I peeked under the water, searching for the tattered yellow rope marking the casket's hiding place. Lake water debris clouded my vision, blurring the hulking shapes of sunken boat hulls and boulders lying on the floor of the lake. My chest felt tight, just as I spotted a frayed yellow tassel trailing up from a capsized hull. I lifted my head, lake water dripping from my hair into my eyes, trying to even out my ragged breathing.

"Find it yet?" Grace called from the gunner's spot on the boat.

"Yeah." I inhaled slowly, paddling in place. "This one's pretty far down."

Several slow breaths later, I kicked down into the murky depths. Halfway down, my head felt fuzzy and compressed. By the time I reached the rope, my ears felt ready to burst from the pressure. I grabbed the rope with one hand, yanking it hard. The six inches in my grasp pulled free, a cloud of fibers filling the water. I gritted my teeth and reached for more rope. My vision was becoming more blurry by the second. The two-gallon whiskey casket finally loosened from its spot, and I began my ascent.

Shit…gonna be a close one. I thought as my heartbeat pounded in my skull and my lungs screamed for oxygen. The surface seemed a mile away. Then a figure broke the calm wavering of light, sweeping down to me; Grace! As my friend took my arm, Jess appeared too, snatching the casket's rope and shooting back up. Finally, my face breached the surface of the water, and I gasped for air, filling my aching lungs.

"Damn, Deputy! Sure was pretty far down, wasn't it!" Grace helped me back up onto the boat.

"Yeah…sure was…" I agreed between gasps. one more, I thought. just one more cask, then we get paid and go back to Fall's End. "How far's the last one?"

Grace didn't pull out the map to answer. "It's a good minute away, looks like it's under a bridge."

I nodded. "You drive." Grace chuckled and handed the map back to me. Once we got moving, the wind chilled my soggy clothes. I shivered as I checked over the rumpled piece of paper, double-checking we only had the one left. wait…

"Grace, we already got the casket up in that north corner on the lake, right? We got that one yesterday?"

She shook her head, squinting against the bright sunlight reflecting off the water. "Nah boss, you said it was better to not go up north, remember? Wait, that means – shit, we got two caskets left, then, don't we. Shit I was hoping to be done with this mission."

"Yeah, you 'n' me both, sister," Jess said. "Hopin' to be back on the ground soon, off this damn boat."

I shuddered, and not just from the cold. The closer we got to the mountains, the more dangerous it got. especially for me, seeing as Jacob Seed kept making threats in my dreams, and taunting me in my head while I was awake. As soon as I'm in range… My gut twisted at the thought of being closer to the mountains. "Let's go ahead and get that one of the way, then. We're closer to that one than the one by the bridge anyway."

"Wherever you want," Grace steered us smoothly to the right, gliding northward.

I tried to tell myself that if we just barely entered Jacob Seed's region, he probably wouldn't notice. But I couldn't ease my nerves or unclench my jaw. I kept shivering as we approached the spot marked on the map, the sharp wind biting my damp clothes.

A faint strain of music reached my ears over the roar of the boat's engine, but didnt need to hear it loudly to recognize it immediately.

"Turn around!" I shouted. I stood up on the unsteady deck, my breath quickening. "Turn us around now!"

"What, why? Deputy, what's wrong?" Grace slowed the boat down a bit, but didn't change course. "Sit down!"

Jess stood, holding out her hands as if to steady me from a distance. "You aint gonna throw up on me, are you?"

"NO. Turn around, turn us around now!" Grace wheeled the boat in a circle, painfully slow. The music grew louder in my ears, my vision edged with red. "No, no no no…" I clutched at my head. "STOP IT no…"

My friend's concerned voices faded into the song. Oooooonnnllllyyyyy yyyyooooouuuuu… can make all this world seem bright… my vision darkened further, my knees buckled. Even the boat engine was drowned in the music.

Onlyyy yoouuu…

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