He found the variable for Citra. entity_Citra.loyalty = 95 . He didn't touch it. Instead, he opened the console and typed the oldest command in the book: ~showmethemoney .
The screen went black. Then, a single pixel of light in the center. A boot sector loading.
The terminal’s final line blinked, patient and indifferent. Far Cry 3 Trainer 0-1-0-1
Because the code was glitching.
He screamed a question into the silent, dying sky: “Who am I?” He found the variable for Citra
He’d see Liza, his girlfriend, and her face would momentarily pixelate into a wireframe. Dennis would repeat the same line about “the blood of the warrior” twice in a row, his voice skipping. Citra’s golden eyes would flash a raw hex value: #FF0000 . Error. Red.
Jason Brody blinked sweat from his eyes. The Rook Islands humidity was a physical weight, but this… this was different. He was kneeling in the mud outside Dr. Earnhardt's bungalow, a half-empty magazine in his AK-47. He should be dead. He had been dead, three times in the last hour alone. Instead, he opened the console and typed the
Jason panicked. He typed frantically: ~savegame .