The humidity returned. The mosquito buzz. The distant, guttural shout of a pirate on patrol.
REBOOTING IN 10…
0-1-0-1.
One million, two hundred forty-seven thousand, three deaths. Far Cry 3 Trainer 0-1-0-1
The first time, a Vaas heavy had put a machete through his ribs. The second, a fucking komodo dragon had come out of nowhere. The third—a fall. A stupid, twenty-foot tumble off a cliff path he’d misjudged. The humidity returned
