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This is your island: PAR plays Far Cry 3

This is your island: PAR plays Far Cry 3

This is what it’s like. Underneath you there are pirates. If you get too close, they will see you and the mission will be over. If you land too far away, it will take you forever to walk to their hideout. You are flying over them in a hang glider, and the soft sounds of the wind and the gently moving landscape beneath you hides the violence that has made up the past few hours of your existence. There are gliders sprinkled around the island, and you can fly them from place to place. You need to be sure you’re not too high above the ground before you let go. You need to decrease your speed before you land. This takes time and practice, but this time you’re ready. You see a hill in front of you, and you tip the glider’s nose down to aim for it, and then pull the nose up to lessen your speed and allow you to fall safely to the ground from a few feet up. You turn around, take out your camera to spot your targets, and then begin to lay siege to the pirate base.

Breathe

“Ten and two!” you scream, as your friend drives the Jeep away from your pursuers. You barely escaped the fire with your life, and now you’ve saved yet another one of your friends from Vaas, the insane leader of the pirates that inhabit the island. A few days ago, you were too scared to even watch someone take a human life, and now you’re firing round after round at the men who are chasing you, screaming instructions to your terrified driver. “Depress the pedal!” You laugh as another pursuing car explodes. There is a chance that you’ll both die in the next few minutes. You’ve killed dozens of people already. Part of you wishes you were off the island, safe and sound, but part of you is having a wonderful time screaming frenzied driving instructions as you end the life of pirate after pirate. “Serpentine!” you scream, hoping that you’ll be able to avoid the shots of your enemies. This is the most fun you’ve had in years. “What the fuck is WRONG with you?” your friend asks through her tears. You laugh and laugh.

Breathe

This is what it’s like. Every time you take a step the rusty structure of the radio tower creaks, and the whole thing seems to sway gently in the wind. If you get to the top you’ll be able to fill in a few blanks on your map, and you’ll be shown a few interesting areas near you that are worth exploring. But it’s not easy. You’ll have to climb, jump, scoot, and trying to make it around, through, and over all the metal protrusions and obstacles that stand in your way.The island is littered with these towers, and the more of them you discover and climb the more information you gain about your surroundings, and the better guns you can equip at the stores. They’re like a smattering of jumping puzzles hidden inside an open-world game. At the top of each one are ziplines that you can use to head back down to the island’s floor, having gained information about what’s around you. But first you stay up on top for a few moments, enjoying the view. Getting up there wasn’t easy.

Breathe

Everyone will help you, but they all want something in return. That’s why you’re standing in a field of marijuana plants, flamethrower in hand, destroying a huge crop that has to be worth… what? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? You don’t even know. The fire burns erratically, and you can help it along by shooting the explosive barrels and confusing the pirates that are trying to stop you. The music thuds and thumps in the background. You begin to breathe in the smoke, and you feel funny. It’s hard to keep your head on what you’re supposed to be doing, but you continue to burn the pot fields, watching the fire spread and destroying the illicit plants, and you kill everyone who gets in your way. Now someone is going to owe you a favor. Truth be told, with a head full of THC and hands covered in blood and holding fully automatic weapons, you’d probably do this anyway. Another barrel explodes with a thick “WHUMP” sound, and you can feel the fire against the entirety of your body.

Breathe

The drink is doing something to your head. You see a man in white. He may be talking about sodomy. You need to find a knife that may or may not have magical properties. You are talking in your sleep again.

Breathe

That is what it’s like. You sneak around back, and destroy the box that allows the pirates to call from help. You sneak up onto the platform and run one of the snipers through with your knife. You take his gun and kill two others before they have time to react. They try to call for help but it is too late. You take out the rest silently, with arrows shot from a distance as you slink around the outskirts of the base. Soon they are all dead and the base is under your control. You can travel there instantly, whenever you’d like. You practice throwing knives for money. You deliver supplies for some quick cash. These people are starting to believe that you are one of them.

Breathe

You take a Jeep and race it along the jungle. You’re hunting rare animals, as their skins are the only way you can begin to carry more guns, more bullets, more arrows, more money, and more drugs. You get out and creep among the foliage, listening for the growls and snorts of the animals you need to kill. Sometimes they stand and watch you before you shoot them. Sometimes they run. Sometimes they charge you. The pirates are patrolling the island as well, and you need to avoid them while you hunt, or maybe you’d rather kill them to gain more powers. You haven’t thought about your friends in a while. You don’t remember what it was like before the island. There are towers to climb, animals to hunt, bases to conquer, caves to explore, drugs to take, races to win, people to kill. Vaas can wait. This is your island now, and you can do whatever it is you like. This is what it’s like. You see a leopard. You bare your teeth at it. It charges.

Breathe