[Things have not been going well for Deputy Pratt recently. He's been held captive by a brainwashing psychopath for months, tortured, starved, and his brain is Swiss cheese with a side of that rotating static from old tube televisions. He's still trying hard to sort out what parts of him are still him, and what parts were made by Jacob, molded in the man's own image.
But right now... right now he doesn't care to do any more soul searching. Everything is deep and heavy and depressing and he's done with it.
He has Jacob's, no, his canteen filled with whiskey, the real cheap stuff that can be smelled from across the room. And several cans of corn and olives that he's eating right out of the can with his fingers. Because he does not care about propriety nor the fact that this is a horrifying combination of things to be consuming together.
Also he hasn't eaten regularly in a long time, so he's gonna enjoy this no matter what anyone says.]
[Three || Train.Hunt.Kill.Sacrifice]
[This is a man who should not have a sledgehammer. This is a man who is probably going to hurt himself and everyone around him with said sledgehammer.
He is going to town on a radio, smashing it to bits, and then turning those bits into plastic shrapnel. It was cathartic the first time he destroyed a bunch of televisions. So why isn't this giving him the same release?
Maybe because the radio wasn't playing back his torture. It's just a random object he decided to pummel on the off chance it dared to play music at him. But he's gonna keep smashing anyway, missing every few strikes because he is so skinny and malnourished that it's a miracle he hasn't dropped the thing on his head.]
Who else thinks I'm weak?!
I'll show them strength. I'll show them... Show them all!
Deputy Pratt || Far Cry 5
[Things have not been going well for Deputy Pratt recently. He's been held captive by a brainwashing psychopath for months, tortured, starved, and his brain is Swiss cheese with a side of that rotating static from old tube televisions. He's still trying hard to sort out what parts of him are still him, and what parts were made by Jacob, molded in the man's own image.
But right now... right now he doesn't care to do any more soul searching. Everything is deep and heavy and depressing and he's done with it.
He has Jacob's, no, his canteen filled with whiskey, the real cheap stuff that can be smelled from across the room. And several cans of corn and olives that he's eating right out of the can with his fingers. Because he does not care about propriety nor the fact that this is a horrifying combination of things to be consuming together.
Also he hasn't eaten regularly in a long time, so he's gonna enjoy this no matter what anyone says.]
[Three || Train.Hunt.Kill.Sacrifice]
[This is a man who should not have a sledgehammer. This is a man who is probably going to hurt himself and everyone around him with said sledgehammer.
He is going to town on a radio, smashing it to bits, and then turning those bits into plastic shrapnel. It was cathartic the first time he destroyed a bunch of televisions. So why isn't this giving him the same release?
Maybe because the radio wasn't playing back his torture. It's just a random object he decided to pummel on the off chance it dared to play music at him. But he's gonna keep smashing anyway, missing every few strikes because he is so skinny and malnourished that it's a miracle he hasn't dropped the thing on his head.]
Who else thinks I'm weak?!
I'll show them strength. I'll show them... Show them all!