Because I’m half-obsessed with that one serial killer from Far Cry 4 and information on the subject is scarce, I’ve made an overview of all the messages (that I’m aware of) left by the Goat. Aside from the last ones, they are in no particular order.
If anything is missing, please send me an ask so I can add it!
“Your Wait Is Over”
How long have you been in the deep? How long have you been trampled by Kyra and her hideous Lotus Children? No longer my lord, my love. No longer.
“An Offering”
Yalung, I know that you will soon wake from your slumber, and this time there will be no Banashur to protect the Lotus Children.
Please accept this offering, as I have accepted your call from the deep.
“What’s This Life?”
Balance is gone. There is no balance. Banashur has reigned for too long. Now is the time of Yalung.
“Torn”
They lie lie lie! Banashur was jealous of Yalung. Not the other way. In the great fight where the sun was eclipsed, Banashur crept like a thief and seized upon Yalung in the darkness. Banashur creeps. Banashur lies. He is false. I am truth.
“Inside Us”
Pupils dilate before the moment of death so the soul can escape. I close the lids to send the souls down to you, Yalung. I pray you find them worthy.
“Journal - February 4th”
The thirst of Yalung has become my thirst. It seems impossible to quench.
I thought one time would be good. Enough. Perfect. Nonsense.
The craving is here. The craving remains.
I need eyes. Eyes of those who take drugs are the best. They are turned off.
But when junkies realize they’re dying, just before the end, the glow is here again.
I turn eyes on. I give back life and take it away. This is what I do.
Glowing eyes are beautiful. I need them.
“Pawns”
The rebels and the army, they make no difference. All is for Yalung. All will bend to his will.
“Red Door”
The eyes are a window to the soul; my mask of blood, a doorway to Yalung.
“Your Song”
As I carve the mask, I hear your voice in tips of my fingers.
“Breathe In”
From the wood, I carve the eyes. From the wood, I fashion the mouth. When I bless you with a mask, Yalung takes another breath.
“Never Die”
So many die with fear in their eyes. But if they knew their purpose, they would thank me, and offer themselves with smiles on their faces.
“Beautiful”
I taste the iron in their blood the moment it hits the air.
“My Own Prison”
Banashur is a fool. He is god of nothing. When Yalung rose, he sought to destroy creation for the progression of violence. History is not made through enlightenment. Kyra escaped nothing! The way forward is through blood and fire.
“Little Friend”
I am the shepherd and I am the Goat. I put Yalung together from the pieces Banashur scattered across the land. I pull the lotuses from the ground. I teach them to walk on hooves.
“Carve”
Labor of love. Your love for my labor. My blood and sweat. Their blood for you.
“The Deep”
Yalung sung long before Banashur, but it was in the deep, in the ground, and could not be heard. Blood is the way to listen. I know.
“Leader Of All”
All the land sits like a lotus, fixed and still. It sits, power waiting to be unlocked, to be made a goat and dance with hooves.
“Faceless”
Killing is not for myself, but for our god, Yalung. So that blood will flow through his veins again. When the blood flows through the earth it will pull his limbs together and he will be whole.
“Worthy To Say”
The gift that Yalung has given me is power. It flows into my masks. They transform the lotus; a lost flower rooted in the ground is offered to the Goat God. Freedom.
“Do Not Stay”
It is too thick. Too thick. It does not taste as sweet. It won’t pour down. It floats on top. I cannot get it to flow. Flow! It is not blood. This one is corrupted.
“The Call”
There are gnashing teeth in my bones.
“It Begins”
I smell blood in my eyes again.
“Come To Me”
I feel you deep within the earth. As I pour the blood down, your spirit flows up.
“Embrace Me”
Every part of Kyrat is you; every river from which I drink, I drink you. Yalung, father, giver, provider.
“Follow”
The souls of the dead follow me, Yalung. Even those I have not killed. I will lead them to you. I will lead them into the earth and they will lift you up.
“Hold Out Your Hand”
When we were the void, we could be anything. We were free. When Banashur created his lotus children he used their roots to chain them to the ground.
“Steady”
I am close to finishing, to meeting you, my lord. A few more drops of sweat. A few more drops of blood. Soon, my lord. Soon.
“I Am Home”
Yalung gives us all we need. Yalung provides. He will give me everything in time.
“My Work”
Did you find Yalung’s children in the small cabin? They were not sure. But their roots left the ground. They agreed in the end. They all agreed.
“You Must Serve Someone”
Do you have a master? I know mine. But are you following me under orders or have you heard His song?
“Partners”
Who’s your friend? Why are you two following my path? Do you want me to show you? Should I take him first?
“This Is The Way”
Are you following me because you want to know more of Yalung? I’ll show you. I will lead you to him.
“Custom Piece”
Do you like my masks? Would you like me to make one for you? When my lord speaks your name, it will be an honor.
“Into My Arms”
I was watching you in the market, drifting like you had all the time in the world. Your time is Yalung’s. I will pluck you from the ground whenever he likes.
“The Journey”
You are rooted to the ground while my hooves carry me over mountains. Know I only spared you because Yalung has not yet whispered your name.
“Prove Yourself”
He has spoken your name. I made a mask. It suits you perfectly.
“My Will”
I, the Goat, being of sound mind, do hereby declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.
I direct that all Kyrat prepare for the coming of Yalung with grand celebration, to be funded by the substantial gains I have liberated over the years, located at [x684.7 y674.1].
I gift any outstanding duties (which may require the spilling of blood, human or otherwise) to the most worthy of Goat Children, as determined by trial and fire, and that such duties be carried out as soon after my death as practicable.
