#amanaki

[samsalems]

Sometimes I forget how ridiculously tall I made the Doshul

[galaxicalsart]

Old drawing of Kagthakara (left, belongs to @monster7exists ) and Amanaki (right, belongs to me) that I got the idea of from a dream I had :3

(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)

[yourgirlsarchived]

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for (Aman)

Mari wasn't expecting it. She knew, of course, there is something here between them. Something precious. Acting on it, however, just didn't happen. Or hadn't.

He smells nice. Is the first thought that penetrates the surprise that's rendered her still. Then that his lips are surprisingly soft. Then that Aman is kissing her.

Elation kind of goes off like a firework in Mari, her lips curving slightly before she leans in some. She's been quietly hoping for this for ages. Somewhere along the line she'd decided if anyone would kiss her it'd be him, and if he didn't want to then she didn't want anyone else. But he is and she's so happy she accidentally ends it with a giggle, her smile wide enough it hurts a little bit.

"You kissed me."

[priamcapp]

Shaman and Mata

[hotelbooking]

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[hazzelle-kento]

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[lulu2992]

Deleted dialog from Far Cry 3’s main story – Masterpost

A comprehensive list of all the unreleased lines from the game’s main quest that are still transcribed in the oasisstrings file.

Part 1: Make a Break for It

Part 2: The Social Club

Part 3: Down in Amanaki Town

Part 4: Harvest the Jungle & Secure the Outpost

Part 5: Mushrooms in the Deep

Part 6: The Medusa's Call

Part 7: Playing the Spoiler & Prison Break-in

Part 8: Island Port Hotel

Part 9: Keeping Busy

Part 10: “Meet Citra”

Part 11: Bad Side of Town & Kick the Hornet's Nest

Part 12: A Man Named Hoyt

Part 13: Saving Oliver

Part 14: Piece of the Past & Down in the Docks

Part 15: The Motherlode

Part 16: Lin Cong I Presume

Part 17: Unhappy Reunion

Part 18: This Knife's for You & Ambush

Part 19: Warrior Rescue Service & New Rite of Passage

Part 20: Payback

Part 21: Citra's Favor

Part 22: Fly South & Three Blind Mice

Part 23: Doppelganger

Part 24: Triple Decker, Defusing the Situation & Deepthroat

Part 25: All in

Part 26: Paint It Black

Part 27: Black Gold & Aced in the Hole

Part 28: Betting Against the House

Part 29: The Doctor Is Out

Part 30: Hard Choices

Part 31: Bonus unreleased and early content

[lumi-klovstad-games]

Ailani, The Lost Primarch of the Second Legion and Mother of the Imperial Hospitallers

In the annals of Imperial History, there stand heroes greater than any other. These are the Primarchs, the Sons of the Emperor of Mankind, the patriarchs of the Twenty Legions of the Adeptus Astartes who united a frayed and divided galaxy in a long ago age when people still looked to the stars with hope... and the events of the Horus Heresy had not yet doomed the galaxy to darkness, suffering, and despair. But of these, only Eighteen are remembered: The Nine who Turned Traitor, and The Nine Who Remained, steadfast and loyal. Here then is a tale, a tale of the Second Primarch, lost to history and imperial records. It is the tale of Ailani, the Beloved Second, and the Emperor’s Daughter.

Ailani was not like her brothers from the beginning. Beyond the fact that she’d never felt right in her own skin as a child, she had always been a gentle soul.

Cast by warp storms far across the galaxy shortly after her creation, the child then known as “Amanaki” was deposited upon Takiko, an oceanic world dotted with long chains of verdant and mountainous tropical islands, whose vast sea teemed with life on a scale unimaginable. There, the boy was discovered by a young couple, newly married but unable to bear children of their own. Seeing the child from the heavens as a miracle, they adopted the strong lad, who immediately demonstrated a way with resolving disputes and mending broken things, but never seemed quite comfortable with himself. In time, the boy came to understand that “Amanaki” was not their real name, merely one they had been given by a barely remembered man, the memories lost in shadow and fog, and there was a deeper reason to his unease with his own reflection. Amanaki was encouraged by his parents to cast off the trappings of outward appearances, and embrace his true self — fixing what was broken and settling conflict out in the world was all well and good, but until the inner conflict was resolved and the sense of identity rectified, “Amanaki” would never rise to their full potential. After much soul-searching, reflection, and meditation, Amanaki vanished beneath the expert and caring hands of one of Takiko’s finest healers. Flesh was reshaped, bones restructured, and the boy who’d landed on that world years ago ceased to be, and it was the young woman named Ailani who rose like a phoenix from the metaphorical ashes.

There was awkwardness, at first, but Ailani’s metabolic and psychological gifts as a Primarch made the transition surprisingly natural, if not exactly “easy”, though she did not understand the reasons at the time. Finally herself, Ailani was inspired by the memory of the Healer who helped complete her, and became a healing woman of great repute — indeed, there was none finer on Takiko. Her reputation spread as the woman whose physical labor could heal the body, and her spiritual labor could mend the soul. In addition, her proficiency at conflict mediation only grew with her confidence, and she never lost her love of building and repairing things; it brought her nearly unrivaled joy to see her work bring life and happiness to those around her. In time, she came to be known as “The Saint of Takiko”, the legendary figure who brought peace to the world and united it without ever firing a shot. Unfortunately for Ailani and Takiko, this reputation helped attract the attention of the Emperor of Mankind.

When the Emperor came to Takiko looking for his Warp-Scattered Son, he had not found the man born to lead the Second Legion, but rather he found Ailani, a being worthy only of the Emperor's Scorn, born from Amanaki’s sullied and ruined flesh as the Primarch had embraced her true identity. Ailani did not answer to the name the Emperor called her by. She had not answered to that name since she was a child. When the Emperor cast blame for the "abomination of a Primarch" upon the kindly old man and woman who had been Ailani's parents and lashed out, Ailani met her "father" in battle. He was not prepared for her fury, and while he ultimately emerged victorious, his "daughter", though not a trained warrior like her kin who had been discovered thus far, still managed to have him on the back foot more frequently than he would ever admit. Indeed, the Emperor considered, the wayward Primarch of the Second Legion might actually be worth salvaging. Ailani begrudgingly agreed to return to Terra with the Emperor, but only if he left her family and people alone, a condition the Emperor demurringly agreed to.

Ailani was not a Primarch of a particularly military mind, especially at first, though she brought with her the warrior traditions of her people. First and foremost, she was a healer. With her hands, she mended wounds and repaired cities. With her voice, she mended whole peoples and ended conflicts. When she assumed command of the Second Legion, until then known as the Skybreakers, she was disappointed. There had been no effort to inculcate in them values of construction or nation building.  They were a purely destructive force, one who prided themselves on being able to shatter the fighting force of entire worlds with utmost speed and efficiency. Ailani had known war in her time. She understood well enough the value of combat. But, saddled as she was with a Legion who shared the exact opposite of her values, she resolved to teach her errant sons how to be the Builders of Worlds, a marching crusade that strove to create an Empire worth ruling. In time, the Second Legion took a new name, as the Skybreakers became the Imperial Hospitallers, and Ailani became their living standard: her billowing black and braided hair, ornate white and marigold armor with a golden Iwalani, a bird native to Takiko, in place of the Imperial Aquila, and piercing green eyes — stained completely through like emeralds from the omnipresent Ki'ihopna Algae that grew throughout the food on Takiko — causing her to stand out, even among her fellow Primarchs.

Ailani had inherited the Emperor's Optimism, his belief in a better tomorrow and a better mankind worthy of living in it. As her legion spread across the stars, the Hospitallers brought aid to the needy, healing to the sick and injured, and did their best to claim worlds with a mind to preserving or improving the standard of living before they left, but where her brother Lorgar Aurelian dallied as he attempted to spread his doctrine of the Imperial Divinity, Ailani moved quickly. In order to keep a consistent pace and accomplish all her objectives, Ailani divided her Legion into "Cohorts'' who would move in a staggered deployment. These cohorts were named in accordance with the seafaring and island-dwelling culture Ailani had come from: the Maka Ihe, the Vanguard Cohort, would take a world, and begin restructuring and rebuilding according to the rules of Imperial Compliance as well as Ailani’s own personal values. As the Vanguard Cohort transitioned to Worldbuilding, the troops would be able to rest, and were reclassified as "Pa’a", or "Stabilizers", and in turn, "Kūkulu ʻāina" — "Constructors" — as rehabilitation of the world entered its final stages. By the time a Vanguard Cohort had transitioned to Constructors, the Constructors of a previous world had emerged rested and ready for a new bout of combat, and would transition back to Vanguard status as they moved to a new world to continue the Great Crusade.

Ailani may not have been initially well received by her legion owing to her non-military bearing and her clashing values with the Skybreakers, but upon seeing her patience and care for every soul under her command, her Legion gradually became quite taken with her beauty, iron will, silken compassion, and her steadfast and unwavering loyalty to her legion and the worlds they had taken and rebuilt. It was said that she possessed the beauty of Fulgrim, Vulkan's compassion, the high-minded ideals of Sanguinius, Rogal Dorn’s command at construction, and Roboute Guilliman’s administrative prowess, even if she did not excel quite as much as her brothers in any of these individual qualities. Regardless of the degree of truth to this reputation, she made easy friends with several of her kin, most notably Horus, Sanguinius, Fulgrim, and Vulkan, and less easy but still strong friendships with Lorgar Aurelian, with whom Ailani deeply enjoyed discussing matters of philosophy, even if she found his religious zealotry more than a little grating, and Konrad Kurze and Angron, with the two tormented Primarchs able to take much comfort in her soothing presence and healing words. Perhaps then, Ailani was simply too good, too pure, for a growing and changing Imperium, as those qualities which made her among the best of the Primarchs increasingly brought her into ideological conflict with the Emperor.

Ailani had never held the best of opinions of her “father”, as for all his psychic charm and honeyed words that he carefully and deliberately loaded with the ideals she valued, she’d seen a glimpse of his true character when he’d first come to Takiko: an arrogant and egotistical megalomaniac, a man who was obsessed with being God but demanded his followers not call him that out of an enforced and self-serving modesty, and a man who made little effort to hide how much he despised her for “ruining his hard work” by embracing her true self and taking her own name. It was obvious to her that he only tolerated her “aberration” because she had too many useful talents and, as a Primarch, she would be too difficult to replace. While he had been true to his word and had not harmed her family or her people, he had left a garrison of the War Hounds, now known as the World Eaters, nearby to "protect” Takiko ever since he took her with him back to Terra. The implied threat had never been lost on the Primarch of the Second Legion, and deep down, her gentle heart boiled at the Emperor’s audacity, and this set the stage for her Legion’s disappearance.

While neither the fastest Legion nor the slowest, the Imperial Hospitallers had conquered hundreds of worlds, and built glittering gems of civilization as they passed. The Emperor should have been proud. Instead, he saw in Ailani’s planetary reconstructions and rehabilitations an act of defiance. Whether he saw rightly or not is both unremembered and unimportant, but it was certainly true that Ailani never truly believed in him or his cause, and resented him for holding her world hostage to ensure her continued compliance. Her protests, however, had fallen among deaf ears among the Primarchs, with the sole exception of the Eleventh — ironic as the two had seldom seen particularly eye to eye on much of anything. For all her Brothers’ best qualities, too few of them shared in her grievances, and those who did were either unable or unwilling to help her do anything about it. As her quiet resentment of the Emperor simmered, her growing unwillingness to see Takiko continued to be held hostage any longer sparked a notion in her that she knew could split the fledgling Imperium in two: Takiko would secede from the Imperium, and with the might and expertise of the Imperial Hospitallers, it just might manage it.

Outwardly, the Hospitallers continued with their role in the Great Crusade, but their pace began to slow as Ailani started recalling veteran soldiers off the lines and put much greater emphasis on letting younger, less experienced Marines carry the Legion’s role. This roughly coincided with the Eleventh Legion doing the same, with the two Legions gradually building up an elite fighting force of their most capable soldiers, ready for the order to be given. For Ailani, these veterans were chosen with preferential favor given to survivors from the Legion’s days as the Skybreakers — these old soldiers carried skills and experience she would need if her plan to save her homeworld from the Emperor’s callousness and ego was to succeed.

Some unknown period of time before the Horus Heresy, the moment came, and the order was given. The Saint of Takiko returned to her homeworld, and made a decision she could never undo: she ordered the Imperial Hospitallers to fire upon the World Eaters garrison. Veteran blitzkrieg warriors from the old Skybreakers legion formed a spearhead that cut through the World Eaters ranks with ease, using their skills and capitalizing on the confusion to force the World Eaters to retreat through the Warp. The time Ailani had won would only be a few weeks before the Imperium heard what she’d done. Perhaps it would be another few weeks before the inevitable retaliation arrived. Her time was short, and so was Takiko’s. She, and her people, needed to be elsewhere when the hammer dropped, not an easy task with the ships available. As she bade her people to take only what was necessary as she evacuated the planet, word arrived from the Eleventh Legion: they had failed in their course to affect the same strategem. A small delay had snowballed into a far greater failure, and the Eleventh had lost all that he’d cherished at the hands of the Space Wolves Legion. While Ailani’s heart wept for her Brother’s incredible loss, she was gladdened by his arrival with what remained of his Legion at Takiko.

With the newly arrived ships, she had all that she needed to save her people, and for his part, the Eleventh Primarch was glad to assist as it gave a silver lining to his own failure. Millions of civilians boarded Second Legion ships that were too on edge, and Eleventh Legion ships that were too empty. By the time the Imperial response came, with a furious Emperor sending the Night Lords and the World Eaters to make an example of the two rebellious Legions, Takiko was empty, and the Legions were long gone. In a petty rage, the Emperor had the World Eaters and Night Lords glass the world, before the Emperor himself used his psychic powers to cast Takiko’s twin moons at the planet’s surface, pulverizing it into mere rubble. The Emperor's rage was perhaps not entirely misunderstandable; after all, never before had a Primarch disobeyed him. Never before had a Primarch rebelled against his authority. Little did he know, though this was the first time, it would not be the last, and the worst was soon to come for him and his fledgling Imperium.

The Imperial Records would be wiped immediately after. The statues of the Two Rebellious Primarchs were removed from their plinths on Terra. The Emperor, in his rage, psychically wiped all knowledge of the Second and Eleventh Legions and their Primarchs. Even the other Primarchs were forced to forget, but there was no covering up the hole made by Ailani’s absence; without her to discourage Lorgar Aurelian’s zealotry, he became more vulnerable to Erebus’ manipulations and the psychological predations of the Ruinous Powers. Without her soothing presence and calming words, Angron and Kurze began to grow less stable. Without the Saint of Takiko, the Imperium may have lost its last, best chance at avoiding the Horus Heresy only a few centuries later.

As for Ailani and her legion, their status is completely unknown. Few can even infer that a Second Legion once existed, and fewer still know anything of it beyond that, so complete was the Emperor’s purge of the records and the Imperium’s post-heresy suppression of reason and critical thought. But, even in the grim and the dark of the 42nd millennium, from worlds where all hope seemed lost in the face of certain doom, reports occasionally arrive at the Inquisition... reports detailing the arrival of unidentified Space Marines clad in archaic white and marigold armor, and bearing an unusual standard and livery not documented anywhere. These marines vanish as quickly as they arrive, saving the people and then departing on courses unknown.

Perhaps, just perhaps, Lady Ailani is not quite finished with her Crusade just yet.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Twenty-one] In Flight

A/n: this chapter took me a bit to write, but here it is. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): plans in motion, Vaas being Vaas, threats, vomiting, language, lies, tragedy.

No Minors Allowed!!

"What's on your mind, querida (darling)?"

Liv abruptly came to and hummed, not realizing that for the last few minutes, she was deep in thought, staring at the bare wall. Her curious eyes fell on the green-eyed pirate beside her, licking the fruit juice from his fingers as he waited on her answer. She felt her face heat up as she struggled to come up with one, knowing that she couldn't admit that her thoughts were on the map that she found yesterday; over and over she repeated the directions in her head like a mantra in fear that she might forget how to get to Amanaki Village.

"I was just thinking about Hope County," Liv quickly lied.

Vaas seemed to buy it, humming.

"Your turf, no?"

She shook her head, snorting as a memory came to mind.

"Every year the entire county comes together in Holland Valley, a region with farms and orchards, and celebrates this annual tradition known as the Testy Festy; a festival where the residents eat bull testicles cooked various ways. I remember how crazy it sometimes got." She paused to pop a piece of kiwi into her mouth. "For some reason that popped into my head. It's honestly disgusting."

"And people call me loco (crazy)," Vaas mentioned as he curled his nose in disgust.

Liv snorted. She never tried one herself, but her father seemed to like them; roasted was his favorite. The memory of him chasing them down with whiskey made her stomach churn.

"The upperclassmen often picked on the lower class for not eating them, saying we were a bunch of bitches, but you know, I don't think I have ever seen one of them eat one."

"A regret?" Vaas asked with a grin. "There are no toros (bulls) on the island, but there are big-ass buffalos."

Liv curled up her nose in disgust and shook her head.

"Absolutely not." A grin eased across her face as a thought came to mind. "But I'd love to see Carlos do it. I'll even cook them up for him if he chases one down and castrates it."

"That's fucking dark querida (darling). You are a danger to men and their cojones (testicles)," Vaas mentioned, tightening his jaw.

Liv snorted.

"Fortunately I like you."

And I don't want a bullet between the eyes.

Vaas grinned and motioned her closer. She scooted to his side on the bed without hesitation, doing her best not to shy away from him whenever he wanted her company. Liv was set on escaping but the little moments like this she didn't mind; he knew some part of her craved his touch. This Vaas, whatever it was called was much better than murderous, short-tempered Vaas.

His hand rose to her neck, toying with the piece of red cloth she wore to please him.

"I should lock you away, no? Since you can't fucking play nice with the others."

"Then I couldn't be your pirata (pirate) anymore. I'd much rather work than stay in a cage," Liv admitted, daring to place her hand over his.

It was the truth. She didn't know how else she would earn money if she was locked up.

"Mine, hmm?" Vaas questioned.

Was he teasing her? Or trying to catch her up? As much as it annoyed her, she swallowed her pride and hummed.

"You bought me, no? It's official."

Vaas seemed to like her answer. He grinned and withdrew his hand.

"Mi pirata (my pirate), hmm? My querida (darling). Why is your ass in here and not out there working?"

Honestly, Liv didn't know why either. She woke up in his bed this morning without him after staying the night again; for some reason he allowed her to rest in his room after her breakdown the previous morning – her stomach churned upon remembering this. And when Vaas returned from wherever he had been, he was carrying a tray of fruit; the topic of her father was never brought up, so she didn't mention it.

Realizing that he was waiting for an answer, Liv faked a smile.

"Awaiting my orders, jefe (boss)."

"You've been with Barto since you became a pirata (pirate), no?" Vaas asked with a hum.

Liv shook her head, but upon remembering the previous few days, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

"And Arief. I followed him around for a few hours the day you came back from um... the thing with Jason."

Come to think of it, she wondered why Arief spoke differently than some of the others. His accent was heavier, almost like he was a native of the island. But that couldn't be true; Vaas claimed to be a native and he clearly spoke with a Hispanic accent. Liv reckoned it didn't matter.

Standing, Vaas walked over to the desk where the map was sitting – in the same spot she found it before she knocked it off the table – and retrieve his walkie. Calling for Carlos, he spoke in Spanish to him, mentioning Barto from what Liv could understand. Carlos answered back, and then Vaas turned and motioned for her to follow him. He led her outside where Carlos and Barto were waiting; the latter carried a rifle, letting the strap rest over his uninjured arm. Liv raised a curious brow and glanced between the three pirates.

"Go with this cocksucker and help him pick up his fucking weight," Vaas ordered, motioning toward the scowling man.

Was he serious? Wait! Liv widened her eyes in realization.

This is it.

Her heart sped up as adrenaline raced through her veins. This was the moment she had been waiting for; her moment to escape. She couldn't believe that it was time. Warm tears filled her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away before anyone noticed. Everything had fallen in place just as she had hoped; Vaas was allowing her to venture from the outpost.

A hand on her shoulder brought her from her head, nearly startling her. Liv stared at Vaas a moment, scared that he might catch onto her, but he merely raised a curious scarred brow and motioned toward Barto.

"Get your ass moving."

Liv shook her head. She took a step forward out of Vaas' reach, but each step felt like she was sinking in molasses. Was this real? For a moment, she almost felt like she was dreaming.

So then why does my heart keep telling me to turn around?

Reaching down to her side, Liv clutched the keychain. She almost felt sick to her stomach. It honestly felt like a part of her didn't want to leave now that she was given the opportunity. Perhaps she was just scared; perhaps it was something else. Coming to a stop, she glanced over her shoulder at Vaas who was watching her in curiosity and then sauntered toward him.

With the keychain in hand, she offered it to him.

"Will you keep this for me? P-por favor y gracias (please and thank you)."

It pained her more than ever to do this but to avoid suspicion it was necessary. Her father would want her to carry on and not dwell on the past any longer; it was a shame she had to do this so quickly. She didn't think today would be the day. Once Vaas took the keychain from her, Liv faked a smile.

"Bye."

Turning, she followed Barto toward the front gate. This would be the last time she saw Vaas, the camp, and the others. In her head, she knew running was the right thing to do, but a part of her didn't want to leave things with Vaas so broken. There was no right way to do this, she reckoned. For some reason, it hurt. Had he been more of an impact on her than she originally thought? Liv was seeing things for what they were now that freedom was on beyond her fingertips.

It's too late to do this now. Move. You have to move.

With her back toward him, she sauntered into the dense jungle with Barto at her side. The air was much different beneath the canopy of the tropical trees; it felt thicker. It wasn't like this when she first stepped foot on the Rook Islands, was it? Back then she didn't know of the danger she was meant to face; she didn't know that she would eventually find herself in the bed of a ruthless pirate who should have killed her the moment she ran from him. Everything felt like it was turning full circle. Liv took a deep and uneasy breath, turning her attention to the pirate at her side, who was giving her an impatient look as if he was waiting for her to answer him.

Did he ask me a question?

"W-what?"

"Are your brains scrambled?" Barto asked. A grin pulled at his thin chapped lips. "El jefe (the boss) did a number on you this morning, no?"

Liv felt her face heat up. Was he insinuating that Vaas had fucked her brains out? She chewed on the inside of her jaw a moment, then turned up her eyes.

"Are you always so curious about who your boss fucks?"

"I am when that person is a prisoner," Barto answered with a snort. "Though I suppose you are a pirata (pirate) now."

Not entirely; not after today.

"It's official," Liv uttered. She jerked in shock when the pirate took the rifle strap from his shoulder and shoved it toward her.

"So then pull your fucking weight, princesa (princess)," Barto teased.

He had no idea what he was doing, giving her a loaded gun. Liv honestly felt bad for him; his trust was going to be his undoing. She fell back and checked the rifle, listening to the pirate prattle on as he led her through the dense brush. Liv had an idea where he was taking her, towards the spot where the boars like to graze, but she didn't know how long it was going to take. From what she knew, it usually took Barto an hour to two to bring back his catch, bound in a 3-inch Manila rope that he had wound around his chest.

It doesn't matter.

The beach was northwest of the camp. Liv raised the gun and aimed it at him, making sure to turn off the safety.

"Turn around and face me."

Barto hummed and peeked over his shoulder. The moment he saw the rifle pointed at him, he widened his eyes and darted to the side; Liv made sure to keep the gun trained on him. She knew his first thought would be that she was being irresponsible and that she was fucking around, so she made sure to keep her expression devoid of emotion, despite the fear she felt.

"The fuck are you doing?! Stop pointing that at me!" Barto exclaimed.

Tears filled her eyes.

"Please stop moving. I don't want to hurt you; I only want you to listen and know that I am serious."

It took him a minute to understand her motives, but once he did, the pirate brought up his hands and stood completely still. Was she serious? The calm expression on her face indicated that she was. Barto was floored. His shock morphed into anger and he shot a glare at her.

"You aren't gonna shoot me."

"That's not a risk you want to take, trust me. There's nothing I wouldn't do to escape this island," Liv argued calmly. "Understand that no one would even turn an eye in this direction. They're expecting gunshots, so please do as I say and I won't put a bullet in you."

Barto tightened his jaw. There was some resistance in his eyes but he eventually agreed.

"Toss your walkie and your knife to the right of you and then sit against the trunk of the tree to your left," Liv ordered.

"You're making a fucking mistake," the pirate tried to press.

Liv was aware. But she'd rather take her chances on the run than live in fear every day knowing that any second Vaas might grow bored of her and kill her. At least she'd feel better about having tried to escape than waiting for her death. Raising the gun, she motioned for him to hurry along. Barto eased one hand down to his belt and took the field knife from its sheath, tossing it aside first. Then he did the same to the walkie.

Once both were out of his reach, he walked over to the 57-inch-in-diameter tree and sat at the base of the trunk, then raised his brows as he waited for her next order. Liv clutched the forestock tight and stood in front of him.

"Now tie the Manila rope around your right wrist and put both your hands in your lap."

She watched him unwind the rope and circle the lead around his wrist. Barto had to use his teeth to tighten the loop and once he was done, he rested his palms down on his lap.

"I shouldn't have to remind you what will happen if you try anything."

Barto snorted and uttered a sentence in Spanish that she knew was not pleasant, however, she hardly cared. Liv picked up the opposite end and tossed it around the diameter of the trunk to the other side. She had to do this once more before the slack tightened, crossing his stomach. Kneeling on his right side, she ordered him to raise his arm and looped the length around his wrist; he thankfully didn't move as she pulled it.

"Vaas is gonna kill you when he catches you puta (bitch)," Barto snarled.

"I know," Liv merely uttered.

She rested the strap of the rifle over her arm and sauntered over to where Barto tossed the knife and the walkie, picking them up.

"Are you gonna leave me here?" The pirate asked. "In the fucking jungle with no weapon or water."

"You can survive 3 days without water and about a week without food," Liv answered. She stood in front of him again and kneeled, stabbing the blade of the knife into the ground less than an inch near his right boot. "But I don't imagine you will be here that long so take it as is. I just need a head start."

Standing with a grunt, she gave Barto one last look and then said goodbye, leaving him to struggle with his binds. Once she was sure she was out of sight, Liv took off in a run toward the beach. She was not an athlete but she was in relatively good shape. What she assumed was a mile from the outpost took her a little over 10 minutes to run. But even then she didn't rest.

Liv jogged over to one of the patrol boats and pushed hard against the bow. The sand crunched beneath the hull as it gave and began to float. She continued to shove it until she was sure the waves would eventually send it away. It didn't honestly matter, but she liked to think that this would give her more time. Wading through the water she did the same with the second boat, however, once she got it out far enough, she lifted herself onto it and rushed to the helm. The key was still in the ignition where she had seen it the previous day. Turning it, the engine whirred to life and Liv steered the patrol boat from the beach, taking it towards the North Island.

Once she was out in the water the anxiety struck her like a ton of bricks. Liv leaned over the side of the boat and vomited. She had never felt this sick and exhausted before in her life.

I've never had to escape from human traffickers before.

Wiping her mouth on her shirt, she groaned as she realized that she was still wearing the outfit that Vaas had let her borrow. There was no time to change. Returning to the helm, she continued along the east side of the island, keeping far enough away from the shore in case someone spotted her. The walkie that she stole would benefit her, letting her know if the pirates realized that she had escaped.

So far so good.

Liv kept the helm steady and kneeled for a moment to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding like a drum and her legs burned. It hurt like hell, but she was far from done. Amanaki was to the northwest of the island; she had a long walk ahead of her. As much as she didn't want to she figured it would be safer to leave the patrol boat near the beach where Chris was buried and then hike through the jungle toward the village. Her eyes teared up as she thought about the action, but she blinked them away.

I swear if I escape this island I will tell the authorities where you are. I won't leave you here like that.

It was the least she could do for him. She only wished she knew where Barry's body was; Vaas never told her what became of him, though she suspected that he was dead long before Chris because of the food incident. Liv shivered in disgust and put the thought behind her, standing on her shaking legs as she neared the first peninsula. A marker on the map came to mind. Wasn't Badtown located near there?

All I can remember about it is that it's a shanty town, but there are people there not affiliated with Vaas or the pirates.

Liv wasn't sure. She knew that the pirates sometimes went there to treat themselves, but she also knew that none of them had the time to visit since Jason appeared on the island. It was a long shot, but she honestly needed water if she was about to hike through the jungle. Clutching the strap of the rifle, she steered the boat toward the shore and docked the boat. Badtown was northeast of the beach if she remembered.

With an uneasy sigh, she shoved the boat keys into her pocket and walked into the foliage. It took her what felt like an hour to get to what she assumed was Badtown, having to keep her wits about her; she swore a few times she heard the low growl of a tiger as she trekked along. If the pirates didn't kill her then the jungle might. Liv tried to keep her mind from wandering and walked through the front gate into the village. It was mostly made up of crudely built shacks from what she could tell and the few people she passed seemed worn down or sick. Their sad eyes stared at her as she walked along the dirt path; some even turned their backs on her, but none of them seemed to be toting guns or wearing red.

That doesn't mean there aren't any.

Liv watched carefully as she looked around. There was a shack with a neon red sign in the shape of a woman on the roof ahead, which she avoided, and across a small shoddy bridge was a local store. She quickly made a beeline for it and walked inside. The state of the store was bleak; the cans of food were covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs. And on the floor close to the counter where a worn-down man with dark skin was a case of water in bottles. No doubt they were warm but something was better than nothing.

"Agua (water)." Liv pointed at the case and then brought her hand up rubbing her thumb against her forefinger. "How much?"

"1 dollar per bottle," the man answered. His accent was heavy much like Ariefs' but he seemed to speak English in a way she could understand.

She sauntered over to the case and took 2 bottles from it and then brought them to the counter to pay. Luckily the store owner took Bangsa dollars; Liv had saved quite a few before escaping. She quickly unscrewed the plastic top to take a drink; it may have been warm but at the moment she didn't care, she just wanted to get the taste of vomit out of her teeth.

"Where did you come from?" The man asked, eyeing her.

Liv wiped the water from her mouth and raised a curious brow.

"East. I'm heading far west."

He didn't need to know the entire truth. She thanked him and walked outside. As she headed back toward the bridge.

"Headin' west, ey. To where?" A curious voice asked behind her. Their accent sounded Australian.

Liv clutched the strap of the rifle and peeked over her shoulder. A charming man with brown hair stood just outside the local store; his most noticeable feature was a tattoo on his chest, a male deer head surrounded by pink roses, and a golden frame, which she could blatantly see due to his palm tree patterned button down being completely open.

Did he overhear me?

"I have a long distance to walk. Sorry, but I need to go," Liv claimed.

The man grinned and sauntered toward her.

"And miles to go before you sleep." He paused and leaned down close to her ear. "You headin' to Doc E's place? It's the only fucking house that far west to my knowledge."

Doc E. Liv was sure he was the same Dr. E that Vaas had mentioned. She didn't know that he had lived out that way; the map didn't have his place marked.

"I have no obligation to you to reveal that information. No offense, but I don't even know who you are."

The man laughed.

"You can call me Bambi. And none taken."

"I'm Ann," Liv retorted.

It wasn't a complete lie; Ann was her middle name, but he didn't know this. She didn't trust Bambie enough to tell him her real name or her plans. He may have been a foreigner but she had no idea why he was on the island. It felt strange that Vaas had not sold him, though perhaps he had.

"It was nice meeting you, Bambi, but I have a walk ahead of me."

Liv showed him a brief smile and stepped toward the bridge, however, what he said next made her pause and widen her eyes.

"Are you with Jason?"

Did he know Jason? She heard Bambi hum.

"He isn't dead, you know? I have his mate at my house waitin' on him."

Was he serious? Liv peeked over her shoulder at the mysterious man. Could he be an ally? She never heard Vaas or any of the pirates mention this man before. It was possible for there to be foreigners on the island who stood against him and Hoyt; people like the Rakyat.

"Jason is dead," Liv mentioned.

"Allegedly," Bambi retorted. "You don't have to believe me, mate, but I saw him the other day. He's runnin' a little task for me, but he'll be back soon."

Liv chewed on the inside of her jaw. How did Vaas not know about this? She hated possibilities at the moment.

"Why do you have his friend?"

"He's hidin' out. I'm keepin' his mate safe for him until he gets back," Bambi answered.

She narrowed her eyes, not sure that she trusted him, an action that didn't get past him.

"Agh, fuck me. You don't believe me." Reaching into his jean pocket, he took out a phone and dialed a number. A moment later, he spoke to someone and asked them to give a person named Keith the phone.

Holding the phone out for her, Liv walked forward and leaned closer.

"Jason?! Where the fuck are you?" She heard who she assumed was Keith.

Bambi brought the phone back to his ear.

"Sit tight, mate."

He ended the call and raised a brow.

"Suit you?"

Liv supposed so. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders. It was good to know that Jason was alive. Perhaps he could help her get to Amanaki or at least take her somewhere safe until she found a way to leave the island.

"Is your house far?"

Bambi grinned.

"Just southeast from here. I can take you there to wait if you want."

"I'd appreciate it," Liv stated.

He had no idea how much she did. Motioning for her to follow him, Bambi led her to an old jeep parked on the road outside the gate and ordered her to get inside. It took them no time at all to get to his house, a run-down shack with a broken-down yellow car parked outside.

"Welcome home," Bambi teased as he got out of the jeep.

Liv forced a smile and followed him to the front door, walking inside when he motioned for her too. The lighting in the house was dim, almost a strange red in hue, she had to squint to look around, seeing no one inside. The room was barren except for a table near the door, an old couch, and a box TV resting on a long wooden crate.

"Where is Keith?"

"Through that door," Bambi answered as he pointed to a wooden door near the couch. He reached into his pocket and took out a key, handing it to her. "You can wait in there with him."

Liv raised a brow in curiosity and walked over to the door, using the key to unlock it. Once it was open, she widened her eyes in shock as she saw a person sitting on a mattress on the floor; a string of red LED lights hung above his head.

What the fuck?

She reached for the strap around her shoulder but something hard pressed against the small of her back. Liv knew that it was a gun. She paused in fear.

"Be a good girlie and hand me that piece you're carrying, then turn around," Bambi ordered.

Liv tightened her jaw and slowly slid the rifle strap from her arm, handing it over to the liar behind her. She shook in anger as she turned to face him, so much so that her eyes teared her.

"Now the key and the walkie," he ordered. He tossed aside her rifle and opened his hand to take the two items as she handed them to him. Seeing the heated expression on her face made him laugh.

"You know, Olivia. I couldn't understand after lookin' at your license why Vaas would pay so much to own you. Pussy is pussy, ey? I don't much care for it, you can ask Keith back there, but who am I to judge what gets the bloke hard," Bambi mentioned. "But then you walked into Badtown wearin' his fuckin' clothes and I knew you had run. That made me realize what he likes about you; you have balls."

Fuck! He knew about her. Liv felt her stomach churn in dread. What was he going to do to her?

"Are you giving me back to him?"

"Perhaps," Bambi answered with a snort. "I'd be pissed and want my property back if it ran off. But we have some time to think about that. Jason will eventually join us, then we can have some fun. Make yourself at home."

He grabbed the handle and closed the door shut. The lock clicking set something off inside her and Liv lost her shit. She screamed in anger and slammed her hands against the wood; the frame creaked in protest and her skin burned, but she didn't care. Liv was furious at herself for being tricked so easily and at Bambi for lying to her.

"This is not how it ends! Not by a fucking long shot! Do you hear me you sick fuck?! I won't go back without a fight!"

This was a promise. 

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Darcy Vane Task 006:

Childhood memory: growing up, Darcy and her parents lived on a small ranch in a small town in Tennessee. Her favorite childhood memory is from when she was 13 and her dad came home with a horse special for her. She named him Amanaki which is Polynesian for ‘hope’ being he was rescued from and abusive home and was a bit skittish at first but with a little time and patience the pair were virtually inseparable. He is now 21 years old and living back home on her parents ranch which she visits as much as she possibly can with her kids and every time she sees him, without fail, he gets excited and starts dancing as he makes his way over to Darcy.

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STYLE

ART REPUBLIK - TUONG

Styled by NGUOI DEP SAI GON

Mannequin ALITA - TIN - MU - PHONG

Fashion TUONG.VN

Location AMANAKI SAIGON BOTIQUE HOTEL

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Local shaman brought to tears

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Albums in Stores – Jul 19th, 2024

If you hit read more you can see all the releases we have in our calendar for the week. Hit the comments to access our forums and talk about what came out today, what albums you picked up, and to make mention of anything we may have missed. Amanaki – EmbersAssemble The Chariots – Unyielding NightAtavistia – Inane DucamBeachwood Sparks – Across The River Of StarsBreaths – BreathsCalling All Captains – (e)motion sicknessCastrated – Surgical VicissitudeChildish Gambino – Bando Stone & The New WorlddiscussCrystalview – Dreamscape//KaleidoscopeDeadskin – A Home In The SufferingDeep Purple – =1Denzel Curry – King of the Mischievous South Vol. 2Disarmer – A Lesson In Fear And DeathDr. Dog – Dr. DogEliza & The Delusionals – Make It Feel Like The GardenFar From Refuge – False FlagFlat Black – Dark Side Of The BrainGUM/Ambrose Kenny-Smith – III TimesGlass Animals – I Love You So F***ing MuchHighly Suspect – As Above, So BelowIdle Discourse – Volume TwoJaws The Shark – WastelandJimin – MuseKNGT – PardonneLos Campesinos! – All HelldiscussOnchocerciasis Esophagogastroduodenoscopy – The Fallen LamentOnly Twin – It Feels Nice To BurnOrange Goblin – Science, Not FictionRemi Wolf – Big IdeasRevoid – EvergreySable Hills – OdysseySaosin – Live At The Garden AmphitheaterSoft Play – Heavy JellyThe Joy Hotel – CeremonyTracheotomy – Fixated Propensity For DestructionTrail Of Lies – Only The StrongTravis – L.A TimesZero 9:36 – None Of Us Are Getting Outst. sinner – Identity Crisis --- Thanks to helloiamzach for providing additional contributions to this week’s list. You can check out and support his weekly music podcast It’s Not A Phase or follow him on his socials. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/albums-in-stores-today/albums-in-stores-jul-19th-2024/

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Walkthrough of FAR CRY 3 : Part 2 - Down In Amanaki Town

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Deleted dialog from Far Cry 3’s main story

In this series of posts, I’m sharing all the unreleased content (minus a few duplicates) I found in the oasisstrings text file, even when it wasn’t very interesting, so we have a comprehensive list of the lines that were cut in each Far Cry 3 story mission.

On a side note, the document never says which character is speaking, so every time you see names, it’s either because the corresponding audio files were available and I know who the speaker is, or because the context made it easy to guess their identity.

Part 2: The Social Club

In oasisstrings, this mission is the second one. Maybe it’s a coincidence, or maybe Jason was going to relive this moment after losing consciousness and before waking up in Amanaki.

The beginning of the mission is identical to what we see in the game, but there used to be a few more lines here and there. For example, here’s a longer version of the moment Jason is at the bar to get drinks. The deleted lines are bolded:

Fuck beer. What's the drink here in Bangkok?

The Mai Tai!

Forget it. Let's do sambuca shots!

[mumbled]…five, six… seven!

Girlfriend troubles?

She told you?

You know, Jason, Liza is a keeper.

I have shots!

Now that, right there, is what I'm talking about!

Let's have those shots. Hey baby.

Hang on, hang on. Hang… on.

Here we go! Lady!

Watch it, watch it, watch it, don't spill it, don't spill it!

That's my girl, Liza!

Take it, take it.

To what? To what? To what?

Uh, to my brother Riley for getting his pilot's license! Where the hell is that motherfucker?

Where the hell is that motherfucker?

To my father's black card and my black card. Whoooo!

That's what I'm talking about!

[laughing] Yeah!

God, I haven't done sambuca since I was twenty years old!

I'll get them.

While looking for Riley, it seems Jason was going to overhear this interaction:

Hi baby.

Hey. What you got for me?

Sit down.

Niiiice.

Wanna continue?

I wish. But not tonight.

See you again soon.

He would also make this comment about his girlfriend...

Man, I hope Liza gets here soon. She's always working.

...as well as come across an inaccessible area of the club, I assume:

Private section.

Go away.

You can't go in.

Turn around. Members only.

After speaking with Doug and finally finding Riley (and Keith), the friends go dancing, but a fight breaks out and they run to the elevator. This scene used to be longer too, and all the unreleased lines are bolded below:

[cheering on the DJ] Woo, woo, woo, DJ, c'mon!

Whoa, look at the lights!

Hot music, huh babe.

Did you see that?!

[PAIN]What the fuck?

Jason! No! Let me go, let me go!

Hey, hey, hey!

No, Riley!

Fine, fine, it's fine!

You like that? This is my kinda club! Hahaha!

Come on, let's go!

Everybody's gotta go. I called the cops.

Jason, back door!

Eat that!

Guys, we gotta bail!

We gotta bail!

This way! Let's go!

The cops are coming. We better get out of here!

Come on Jason!

Open up!

We'll get you!

These guys won't give up!

Yeah!

Room service!

Dead hooker in room 11.

Call it, call it, call it!

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, hold the door!

Yo Jason, get in, get in!

Riley, stay close!

Watch out, Riley!

Yes, I know, I know!

Close! Close! Close!

The conversation between Doug and the friends in the elevator is identical to the in-game version. However, probably after this, there were a few lines from Liza:

Jason, let's go!

We're going to get arrested!

We've got to get out of here!

What're you doing? Come on!

You can listen to them here.

Then, we have what looks like the group’s arrival on the Rook Islands. We see glimpses of this in the introduction and the video in Hoyt’s compound (mission “All In”), but it appears it could have been a cutscene:

I'm king of the world.

Oh please, pfff.

Hmm, no reception here.

Uh yeah, cause we're in the middle of the ocean.

Hey Liza, get me one with pepperoni!

Hey, check this out! Looks like somebody's house!

They don't care about keeping shit clean around here. Before he died, he probably prayed for a satellite dish.

Let's check it out.

Let's go!

Hey! Check this out! Watch this.

Yeah, he's not coming to my pilot ceremony next month. Shocker, right?

Dude, you know your brother's always doing his own shit, right? Don't worry about it.

Ahahaha, yeah!

Nice!

Yeah baby!

No coconut for you.

Noo. No coconut for you!

Hey, hey I thought Doug said there weren't people on the island. Guys.

There they are, get them!

Everybody run!

Help!

Let go of me!

Get them in the truck!

Fuck you!

Then, in the document, there are the lines from the in-game video, but since each line in oasisstrings is linked to a sound file, it means all the dialog listed above is indeed from a different and longer version of the scene, which was cut.

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All Blacks Sevens: Akuila Rokolisoa, Che Clark, Codemeru Vai, Fehi Fineanganofo, Leroy Carter, Moses Leo, Ngarohi McGarvey-Black, Regan Ware, Sam Dickson, Scott Curry, Sione Molia, Tepaea Cook-Savage, Tim Mikkelson. Unavailable due to injury: Andrew Knewstubb, Lewis Ormond, Amanaki Nicole, Roderick Solo, Kitiona Vai, Dylan Collier, Joe Webber, Tone Ng Shiu.

Black Ferns Sevens: Michaela Blyde, Kelly Brazier, Jazmin Felix-Hotham, Sarah Hirini, Shiray Kaka, Jorja Miller, Manaia Nuku, Mahina Paul, Risaleeana Pouri-Lane, Alena Saili, Stacey Waaka, Tenika Willison, Portia Woodman-Wickliffe.