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Vaas montenegro - 42 - Still in the pit. ((fan Rp/ask blog for the character vaas montenegro from far cry 3. written by cicidraws. Follow at own risk. 18+ only. RP blog interactions only. All art is mine unless otherwise stated and isnt to be used. Minus my icon and header. AI prohibited. Vaas goes back and forth from rook islands to yara.))

[vaas-montenegro]

What would I do without him? Die, probably.

[vaas-montenegro]

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[vaas-montenegro]

I need to private my posts-

[vaas-montenegro]

I see you, you fucking bitch!

This is my house and you came here yourself.

[thememedaddy]

[vaas-montenegro]

[vaas-montenegro]

It's really funny to think of where you've been, how you got here, and all the fucking effort you've put in, and you fucking end up in the same fucking seat you tried to get out of. Maybe it's not the exact motherfucker who is putting the seat down for you to sit in, but it's the same material of the seat- seat seat seat. You get it, or you don't, I don't really give a fuck.

Okay but I can do something different here, even if I'm in the same metaphorical- let's put something else here instead of seat. WORLD. how's that. Exactly! The world, you're in the same world you were trying to spin the other direction. But I don't have to spin the world myself, right? I can still manage pushing the fucking water a different way, not the whole world. I can still choose what color to paint with. I can break what bone I want to.

The world is so fucked, my life is fucked, but what can we really do about it other than looking to the horizon, appreciating how big everything is? There is good people! There is bad people. There is people who do nothing and do both bad and no good in the process doing nothing. What is 'good' anyway? It's just living, basic needs, decency. Good is a little bit bigger than that, right? Fucking complicated set of layers to the thing. It can make your own head spin trying to sort through it, no? Everything's got nuance. Everyone likes to throw that one out there. It's nuance! It's an easy way to say "Yeah I'm not going to get into that". I should use it more often. Still, someone likes to jab at you for not talking about it, putting a big sticker that says, HEY WORLD THIS FUCKER IS A PIECE OF SHIT BECAUSE HE DIDNT TALK ABOUT IT. Hermano, I am talking about it all the time, I am exhauste- I'm falling off here.

What the fuck is wrong with everything? I could look at it all and wonder all day, night, forever. But - life is like a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving. Doesn't matter the color of the bike or the type of wheels, bells, lights and gadgets. Just fucking move, motherfucker! Move move move, you'll one day realize you've moved the fuck on, and that destination you wanted is yours again, it's always waited for you. Your happy place. Your happy thought. The wind's might push you away for a little fucking bit but you always end up back there in your space. Yours! Like a cat landing on it's feet- I'm getting carried away again. I'm gonna smoke.

[memeuplift]

[mossspores]

life if comes fucks me

[vaas-montenegro]

Video 4

Once again he's back and hes finally in different clothes but that same jacket. He seems to have cleaned up for the most part. He is now in his room, phone propped up onto his side table, and he is sitting on the bed.

"You know what? Nothing matters. He is going to enjoy his time away from me and then leave. The problem will solve itself. birdy-- brody, he is going to be no problem of mine. What he does he does. He is over there, I am here. Here?.. there!" He gestures with his hands as usual.

"I am the same motherfucker I became. Who fought through it all. I am a warrior for my self. I don't need anyone. I fight for no one but me. Because at the end of the day - Who will have me?"

He pulls his box of paints out.

"I will paint it out. Music, colors, I will get it out somehow without--"

Suddenly there is a loud sound outside. seems there was a crash and a fight going on. He wont miss this. Off the video goes and he's going outside, in case someones in need of help

[vaas-montenegro]

Let it all fall apart.

[vaas-montenegro]

Video 3

Vaas once again opens the video with him setting up the camera. He looks absolutely terrible, somehow worse than the last one. His clothes a mess, questionable substance on the red shirt under his camo jacket, beard unkempt. His face had a resting emotion, that was hard to pinpoint, as it read so many ways, yet all miserable. He sits down this time in front of the camera, playing with the sand in front of him after some silence. The camera was rested onto an old broken cooler and some bottles. "Dear diary," His voice shaky, tired, but quiet. "That's what this is, a diary-" He clears his throat.

"So, everything's gone to shit. Everything is shitty. Where's my fucking spark? I met my 'enemy', I've been avoiding him, and where has that put me? Moping some fucking more, drinking and smoking down our supplies, looking and smelling like, a lot of things- Anyway. What the fuck happened to me? Me? Fucking scared???" He laughs loudly, exasperated. "Me! Fucking..ME! I'm scared of nothing! I know I am not- I can't be! All I went through, all the fucking WORK! and I'm fucking scared of this piece of shit. That's rich, Vaas. You are one piece of work yourself. Look at you, you-" He looks at himself in the front facing camera. "You're old. What does any of this fucking matter? Who are you anymore? Does it matter who you are? You think one boy can ruin your paradise you've been building? Fuck no. No. It won't happen. but fUUUUCK! How do you feel better? This fucking SUCKS!" Another, weaker laugh. "This just. Sucks." His head is in his hands, fingers scratching lightly against his scalp. Roughly 10 seconds pass, and he sits back up, looking out at the water, shaking his head. "No, it just sucks. I can't do anything about it. Let shit fall off balance, then fix itself. I don't have a fucking choice. Nobody does. Focus on what you do have, Vaas. Right." He stands up, taking the camera, which is partially showing his face from the bottom up, as he walks over to the shoreline. He sets the camera down again, with some sand behind the phone he piles up. He takes his shoes off, socks, rolls up his pant legs and even takes his jacket off, setting it to the side. He also tosses to the ground what's in his pockets. Soon enough he's in view just walking right into the water. "FffUck-" It's cold as fuck in there right now. Suddenly, he dunks himself into the water completely, out of view for a good 30 seconds. A worrying 30 seconds, then jumps back out, gasping. "Woo!! FFFUCK!!" He climbs back out, panting by the time he comes to the phone. "Fuck everything. I need some-" The camera turns off.

[vaas-montenegro]

Augh maybe I am better off doing Live stuff elsewhere

[vaas-montenegro]

I am, fucking drained.

[perriaeyjeve]

[tsukarikata]

幽玄

[vaas-montenegro]

Ahhh, I don't feel good.

[kremlin]

this is so fucking funny

[kremlin]

i can't stop thinking about this. this kind of shit is not like milsim plane nerds with their own super-expensive desktop cockpit recreations. that kind of hardware makes sense to exist.

this does not. they're playing world of tanks which is like the "call of duty" of tank games (casual, players only slightly bad-smelling). it also doesn't have support for tank peripherals. no game does. no trainers do afaik. which means that (assuming this isn't just a video editing) all of that shit they are fucking with translates into mouse/keyboard inputs that the game understands. that's weird/hard and perplexing, uh, and considering that "tank peripherals" aren't a thing that exist i can only guess they built them theirselves

which is fucking hilarious because why are they so good. why does the fucking cannon breech have a little dry ice smoke effect when the breech opens like they just shot a shell. what. manual turret traverse crank?? did they build a fucking ready rack!! they're even using the correct phraseology which means one of these mofos read a PDF file

[vaas-montenegro]

This is not a setback! It can't be a setback.

Everything will be okay when he's fucking gone.