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Sometimes I forget how ridiculously tall I made the Doshul

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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

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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 sisters had seldom seen particularly eye to eye on much of anything. For all her siblings’ 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 she’d cherished at the hands of the Space Wolves Legion. While Ailani’s heart wept for her Sister’s incredible loss, she was gladdened by her arrival with what remained of her 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 years 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.

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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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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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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.

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How would one keep track of time without a proper calendar? Or a writing instrument and something to tally the days on with empty pockets and being always on the move. Even her shortened week spent on the North Island feels like she’s stepped outside of time. No meetings to attend, no calendar reminders popping up, no clocking in and out — the hours seem to yawn on from sun up to sunset. For a moment, Brianne stares at the snuffly snooty little creature that stands protectively at their side. At least they found themselves some company in that harrowing time.

At missing home, a sigh escapes her. “I’m sure you do.” Empathy for their plight seeps through an expression filled with varied concerns. Nervous she remains, despite deeming them harmless (to her at least). Perhaps it’s her proximity to the ones who indeed will shoot them if given the chance. Is it wrong of her to not turn them in? “But I understand your fear. Sorry to say I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long,” then she waffles, “Or maybe I’m impressed.” Either way, they certainly have a ton more survival skills than her.

“Do I?” A huff of an uncomfortable laugh comes at the mention of her looking like she has money. The fingers on her hand move from gripping the shoulder strap of her backpack to pinching the collar of her shirt; sight gives another wary look at the periphery. “Well, listen,” eyes return to theirs, “You probably already know this but those red-shirted men, the Pirates, they work for a human trafficker,” and so does she, she neglects to say. “If they don’t kill you, they will capture and sell you. The others with guns on this island, the Rakyat, well, you might be able to plead for them to take you to a village called Amanaki. Someone there might be able to help you more than I can.”

“And I'm not sure about making money but uh, people gamble, play cards. If you get to a place called Bad Town, you could try your luck in the bar there though you might rub shoulders with those you’re trying to avoid.” There's cash in her bag, not enough to charter anyone to help them off the island, but enough to gamble with — though it might be useless. “Are you any good at cards?”

Co...Colloquialisms? Oh, wow, maybe this lady was one of those lawyer-types after all! She was using plenty of big words that Vale would easily be able to decipher if they only had a thesaurus (their favorite dinosaur themed book) (that was a joke). Luckily, though, she was willing to explain herself and what she said, so they weren't in need of help here. They much preferred the easier, straightforward notion of just being literal!

But this has been the best conversation they've had in a while! She doesn't call them stuff like idiota or try to shoot at them or kill them or make threats. This means Snorkel won't want to bite her and they won't have to throw rocks or coconuts or sand at her face, as Vale was usually an opportunistic fighter given the fact most of the weapons were reserved for the folks who want Vale dead or tortured or getting them stabbed or some other horrible fate. Bri asks well-meaning questions, speaks to them like they're human and not just an obstacle that needed to get blown up.

"Oooof! That's a good question! I've been here for, uh, a hm...I haven't really been keeping that good of a count. The sun rises and sets every day, so that's pretty good for estimating time. I'd say...I've been here for a couple weeks! Nothin' too long! Still missin' home." Their voice strained as they thought of home, yearning to get back to their bed and back to hearing their mom and dad working on another song together.

"I...I haven't asked anyone for help. I get a, uh, a little worried that they might wanna shoot at me too. The guys 'n stuff in red shirts want me to die, so I wasn't sure if other folks here want me dead. I bet Snorkel would make fast friends with them! He's adorable!" Leaning to the side to scratch Snorkel on the head, they gave a tired sigh. "I don't have any money, though. You got any clue how to make some cash around here? You look like you have money!"

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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!)

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Amanaki - Whammy Bar, Post-Apocalypse Pandemic Assembly [19/06/2020]

PHOTOS Head Lock Grave | Amanaki | †he First Child | Close To The Bone

Photography by Helena Olivia

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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.

[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."

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Shaman and Mata

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StarSweeper Leader(s)

Name: Amanaki of Itori Tribe Age: 48 Height: 5'9" Weight: 260lbs Relationship Status: Married

Family - Liliko - Wife Children: Aimata - Son, Kaikoa - Son, Raihau - Son GrandChildren: Yoora - GrandDaughter, Apikaira - GrandDaughter, Aukai - GrandSon, Enoka - Grandson, Hakopa - Grandson, Halani - Granddaughter, Hoku - Grandson

About Amanaki

Hailing from the southern tropics, Amanaki of Itori grew up in a small remote village with a lot of expectations placed upon his shoulders as many of his tribe felt he was blessed with divine gifts. However, it soon became apparent that Amanaki was not to be the great warrior his parents had hoped he would be. Instead, he found himself fascinated with books and writings left behind by various merchants and priests who sometimes stopped into his small village. Teaching himself to read, he was enamoured with the prospect of knowledge and soon left home to seek out the larger cities of his people. Along his way he discovered how many villages were much like his own...remote with often little understanding outside of their small tribes ways. Once in the city, Amanaki set to work in a small library which later expanded and under his guidance he began an outreach program to bring knowledge and books and teachers to the far reaches of his people's tribes. The movement caught on quickly and decades later many tribes now have at least one small school and library in their village. To the surprise of few, when the last chieftan began to decline in health, he requested Amanaki to take up the mantle and to lead their people into a hopeful age of enlightenment and culture. A humble but charismatic speaker, Amanaki seeks to show the world the majesty and beauty of his people's culture as well as bring new ideas in as well. While not a pacifist, Amanaki tends to prefer using violence as a last resort rather than as a first course of action. This has led to some struggle between himself and the leader of the northern tribes in regards to how to handle the shooter nation.

Name: Sylvi of Elgriar Tribe Age: 63 Height: 6'8" Weight: 257lbs Relationship Status: Married

Family - Havardr - Husband Children: Aria - Daughter, Gosta - Son (deceased - now Robber), Bjarke - Son (deceased), Brenna - Daughter (deceased) GrandChildren: Hella - GrandDaughter, Egil - Grandson (missing), Hillevi -GrandDaughter (missing), Kelby -GrandSon (missing), Gosta - Grandson (deceased)

About Sylvi

Unlike her tropical counterpart, Sylvi's rise to leadership came in a more customary method for the starsweeper race as she gained accolades and honors for defending her tribes from both beast and starshooter raids. Eventually she was chosen by the previous chieftan to lead the northern tribes, a job she both enjoys and finds frustrating as she is no longer able to join her fellow warriors as often due to the obligations of the role. The harsher environment and the closer proximity to the shooter population has left Sylvi and her people in a difficult position, as the northern sweeper villagers are a popular target for raids in both gems and potential slaves to bring back to the shooter capitals. It is no secret that Sylvi despises the shooter race with open hostiliy, likely in part due to the loss of most of her children and grandchildren to them. Mentioning that some of her grandchildren may in fact be growing up as shooter slaves at this very moment is a surefire way to invoke her ire. While close friends with Amanaki, the two have recently begun to have stress as Sylvi grows frustrated with Amanaki's insistance on peace. And rumors have begun to circulate that Sylvi may in fact be making some sort of hidden dealings with the leader of the robbers. It is true that there has been a notable robber population increase in Sylvi's domain...and many of them have even been getting warrior's training. But most dismiss it as hyperbole and claim her decision has more to do with one of her murdered children returning to her as a robber...thus giving the chieftan personal motivation to be more sympathetic to the race.

StarSweeper government style

A proud and competitive race, the StarSweepers tend to handle their leadership and government as a meritocracy, where those who desire rank and leadership must first prove themselves to their village and society. While most commonly this tends to translate to capture a dangerous creature, or stop a shooter raiding party, or kill a large beast to provide food...there have been many leaders who have earned their title via more peaceful means such as helping develop irrigation for their village, or discovering a cure for a malady that afflicted their people, or being an essential aid in a time of crisis. As such, the titles and ranks are not automatically passed on from parent to child but instead the chieftan will select a protoge who has shown themselves worthy. Another unique facet of StarSweepers is there are two chieftans, one who rules over the tropical sweepers and the other who maintains order over the sweeper clans of the more temperate to arctic regions. This is done primarily because the needs of the tropical sweepers are likely to drastically vary from the needs of their temperate counterparts. And, as true to the StarSweeper traditon, they feel having two chieftans keeps the competative spirit burning thus inspiring their leaders to never grow complacent and idle. As it stands, Amanaki of the Southern Tribes is the current face of the StarSweeper race. Every two years there is a competition between the leaders as to decide who shall represent the race in regards to world council affairs. Long ago this used to be handled via a gladitorial wrestling match but over the course of history the competition has evolved into a drinking contest along with a feast and festival that the sweepers use as a means to get together with their distant cousins and party.

Southern Tribes

While technically there are tribes of sweepers far below the equator, this term tends to refer to the Sweepers who predominately live in the tropical regions of the world. Brightly colored with less insulation, these sweepers tend to look sleeker than their "Nothern" counterparts. As the tropical islands and lands tend to be more plentiful with resources, the southern tribes also tend to be the more 'artistic' of the two tribes as they have more time to dedicate themselves to crafts and hobbies.

Northern Tribes

The more temperate tribes of sweepers, they tend to be more likely to have extra layers of feathers to help insulate them in winter. With the lack of year round fruit trees, these tribes tend to rely more on hunting...with a few who have settled down into villages to pick up agriculture when the seasons allow for it. The harsher environment and need to struggle for resources tends to make these tribes a bit more hardened and ready for battle. Northern Tribe sweepers are often the favorite choice for bodyguards and mercenaries.

Religion

The Sweepers consider themselves devotees to their patron god Raziel as both tribes have special celebrations dedicated to the god of earth and fire, but they also pay their respects to the full pantheon. The Southern Tribes in particular hold festivals specifically to Hylcinth in gratitude for the lush bounty of plants and life, where as the Northern Tribes will hold festivals specifically to Helgin to honor and respect their warriors and to provide justice as well as watch over them in the times of winter when the nights are their longest.

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