Apping The Box, Canon is Far Cry 3

[prideofrakyat]

 Rook Island, The Box - it doesn't matter.

So long as I live, so will the Rakyat.  I will make sure my people have their perfect warrior. 

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[fuckless]

Uh.

This is gonna be awkward.

[prideofrakyat]

[She gives him a smile, the one she reserves for a special few. And oh is he special.]

Things are very rarely simple. What is it that you speak of?

[fuckless]

Yeah. Tell me about it.

But uh. Vaas. He's alive. After I... you know... killed him. And he's there.

[prideofrakyat]

I should have known better than to think it would have been that simple. He was always stubborn.

But you will make this right for our people. The warriors have seen you work.

I know that you defeat all who stand in your way.

[devaastating]

You comin' along to, huh? You gonna piss on my fucking parade again, Citra? Hmm?

[prideofrakyat]

It's nothing you haven't pissed in yourself.

Lie in the bed you made. We'll see how warm Hoyt and his drugs keep you.

[devaastating]

Hey. Hey, Fuck you Citra. You think you're gonna be safe in the box, hmm? When I'm there, too?

[prideofrakyat]

Vete al carajo. You think you're some demon, Vaas?

Strutting while that white man poisons you and puts his boot on your neck.

And all you're doing is running like the coward you are...

[devaastating]

You talk about white boys like you don't fuck the first islander you see that knows how to handle a knife.

[ It stings. It stings and he's angry but he's still going to fight, tooth and nail. ]

Nononono, no, you know? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Citra. I shoudl just stop fucking arguing with you and-- [ A sharp whistle, a motion with his hand shaped like a gun to his temple. ] --Just pull the trigger to end your life. Mercy killings, they don't sit well with me, but I'll make an exception for you. For my own sister.

[prideofrakyat]

It's funny that you think that gives them power over me.

[Casually, she sighs.]

I would give anything for my people. My mind, my blood, my body - anything to make sure the Rakyat fulfill their destiny...

I would have done even more for you, so please you pinche fuck, spare me this 'dear sister', eh?

You've been all bluster and no bang since the day you left. A better man than you will be the one to kill me.

[She tenses, but her eyes burn with hurt decades old. A finger is pointed harshly at his chest in condemnation.]

You don't deserve to.

[pokerpls]

Excellent! One less thorn in my side.

I'll make sure to torch that filthy rubble you call a "temple" while you're away.

[prideofrakyat]

Your arrogance will be the thing to kill you, Outsider.

And if so much as dust is disturbed, I will lop off your head myself.

[pokerpls]

Will you now?

You know, I never really understood the horrific native culture of these islands. Honestly, I don't even give a damn about it. But I was under the impression you and your lovely little band of savages are both outnumbered and outgunned.

There's a certain beauty to wealth and firepower, my dear.

But if you'd like to have a go at me with your... what was it? Ancient Chinese knife? Something like that. Whatever. I'll be more than happy to indulge you with my machete. Play by your rules even! I'm sure my men would delight in kicking your head around my compound.

[prideofrakyat]

Spoken like a true colonist.

You boast quite a lot for someone who has not actually defeated his enemy. Do not worry, I will make sure that pretty tongue of yours is treated with the respect it deserves after I pluck it from your mouth.

[pokerpls]

And which enemy is that?

The American cunt you have traipsing around my island? Please. We may not see eye to eye but don't mistake me for a fucking idiot.

Or maybe I'll go easy on him. Maybe I'll just... give him a taste of my cargo. Pot. Cocaine! Or--what was it? Your mongrel of a brother's choice in poison? Oh! I remember. Heroin.

You make the pathetically naive mistake of believing men are more easily reborn than they are broken. Why don't we see how quickly history can repeat itself!

[prideofrakyat]

Saya harap Anda sialan mati...

Yes, you made a coward into your lapdog. Such an achievement.

You make the foolish mistake of thinking you are too large a giant to slay.

Men like you are a dime a dozen -- for centuries men like you have come here to bask in the land free of "civility" and for longer still The Rakyat devoured those fool enough to try take our home.

I hope you like the taste of our blood, Hoyt, raja palsu.

It will be the last pleasure you ever have.

[pokerpls]

Admittedly, that "coward" runs an island better than you bloody can. I'll give him that, haha!

But don't lecture me about civility. I run a business. Yes, some might say it's a cutthroat and ruthless one but like any decent businessman, I have boundaries and standards. Said standards include wiping out the local native population. And your so called "Rakyat." Which I've done! One island is clear of them! Have men "like me" accomplished that before? Because I was under the distinct impression they hadn't.

And as for the blood of your beloved savage cult?

Mediocre. I've tasted much better.

[prideofrakyat]

Does he?

Is that why a single American cunt can scatter his men, your men like dust?

You howl about victory when you haven't even won. I thought a business man would understand the concept of finishing a job.

Kami adalah racun, orang kulit putih.

It must burn to know the havok he wreaks in your bases. To count how many porcine men of yours my warrior slaughters.

After all, the man I chose is not even Rakyat yet your men run screaming from "Snow White".

It seems I have better taste, menipu.