Alright people, I have played Far Cry 3 since the first day it was released. It has since become my favorite game of all time. And given me a new favorite villain. Ever since I saw Vaas, I was in awe. His performance was brilliant, and such an evil character was so charismatic it fascinated me. But as we may have guessed, there is more to him than meets the eye. And I have finally decided to write his story. Starting from when he and Citra were kids. Hopefully I can show you a new side to his character, one that was buried long before Jason and co arrived.

Cheers: JJZ-109

PROLOGUE: LETTER FROM A PSYCHOPATH

4/12/2012

Hello sister, I know this letter will probably never get to you but maybe that thought can help you appreciate it a bit more, knowing that as I die, I have given the two fucks to write this thing. Despite all the bullshit that has happened between us.

By now you would have heard the marvelous news, your big brother is dead! Isn't that just fucking great? You've achieved all that you were dedicated to, with the help of that Snow White American motherfucker Jason. I'll give it to you Citra, you made a warrior out of him; that scruffy high school dropout. How? I don't know, and I'm not going to waste my last thoughts on it. But I hope you enjoyed his company, as you once enjoyed mine.

I don't want to write you a whole fucking history lesson, because the last time we spoke it ended in one of us (or both, I don't know) being changed forever. But the thing is...one of us may have looked like he changed, but he didn't. Outside, he was 'Vaas'. But way deep down in his fucking heart, he was still your brother. But to you...the brother was dead.

Our father said he loved us both, but bullshit aside sister, we both know he favored you. I dedicated my life to the Rakyat. All I ever dreamed about was leading the warriors out of the temple, with you by my side. I was a good boy, Citra. But now all your hatred and dark thoughts would have clouded those memories, huh? Remember the time when we rode the Kayak of that waterfall, when we raided the Amanaki general store's desert cupboard, or accidentally found out that old Japanese Zero still worked? We had a lot of fun together; father could hardly contain the mischief. We were a real brother and sister. And what are we now?

The first time I killed, it was for you Citra. I knew father was going to choose you, so I did everything in my power to stay close to you. So that you may share the leadership as I had planned to do with you. But as you knew...shit changed. Shit happened, that you may know about. I'll never forgive our father, and the Rakyat will never forgive me. I was ruined. Around this time people started showing up at the island. I had no idea what they were doing at first, but it dawned on me. A good friend of mine turned out to be a monster. You know that monster as well as I, but then he offered me what you, our father, and the whole fucking Rakyat denied me. He offered me respect. He said with his help, I would forget about everything the tribe had ever done to me. That's when I found drugs. They helped me forget. They flushed the pain.

Then you try to get me back into the tribe; a work I never respected until now, Citra. I was angered at the time. I couldn't believe you were going to have me make that fucking choice. Them...or you? THEM OR YOU! I hadn't forgotten what the Rakyat did to me. I wasn't going to return to the hatred. I chose Hoyt's business. I meant something to them, I led with pride.

During that time, I started to slip into darkness. Our forces grew stronger, and I grew crueler. The first Rakyat warrior I killed gave me such a feeling of joy and victory that I couldn't stop. I became cruel, and insane.

I learned from this book by, Einstein I think his name is? That the definition of insanity was doing the exact same, fucking thing over and over again...expecting shit to change. Expecting a different outcome. I killed warrior after warrior, took dose after dose...expecting myself to forget. Expecting things to go back the way they were meant to be. Now I realize I am that definition. Then began the war. I promised myself I would extinguish the memory, by erasing the Rakyat memory completely. Now I realize I am a monster. I am worse than anything described in our legends. Why? Because I am real.

By this time, your brother was pretty much dead. Vaas Montenegro was born. He could never see it at the time, but you...with your pure eyes, could see what I had become. You tried to stop me. I still meant something to you. And you still meant something to me, which is why I couldn't bring myself to kill you. And why you couldn't kill me. When you looked into my evil eyes, you still saw the good boy you grew up with. That fight scarred me for life. It was the last straw.

That long slash that you left on my face...It was a reminder. It was the difference between your brother and Vaas. I tried to convince myself the old me was dead. I shaved my head, removed the Tatau, and did everything I could. I just wanted to forget you...and forget myself. What I forgot however was what I was doing, and who I was working for.

But now, I write to you tell you that your brother is not dead. He was just buried; hidden under the shroud of Vaas Montenegro. There was always still good in me. And it haunted me. As much as I wanted to drive a bullet through your skull, the memory stopped me. It was the good within. The warrior forgotten.

I know at this point you will never forgive me. You hate my fucking soul. But I don't hate yours. And I am disgusted at myself to think that this all comes to my head just as Brody leaves me here to die. If you can't forgive Vaas, then at least try to remember your brother.

Don't think of that mohawked monster, think of the honorable warrior that grew up beside you, and loved you with all his heart. He still does now that Vaas is dying. But unfortunately, as Vaas dies...I must die as well. Please remember us as two separate men, not one. I wish I could tell this to you in person, but you would never allow it.

I have one last wish for you as well. I look into Jason's eyes, and I see myself. I see him sliding intro darkness like me. I see what you are turning him into. I couldn't care if he was American, British or fucking Chinese. Don't cause yourself the same pain with him as you did with me. He is the first one to defeat me since you did, and he shares my violent hatred. He has escaped me many a time. He deserves to be free. Don't let Hoyt do to him what he did to me. Nobody deserves that.

Anyway, I ask you this: Please remember your brother, not Vaas. He is your friend and family, and a true warrior buried. He still loves you, and thinks of you even as an assassin sent by you leaves his mangled body to bleed to death.

With love, from your brother:

Servaas Talugmai, warrior of the Rakyat.

Jason slowly lowered the bloodstained letter and sighed. He then slowly turned to Dennis, who stood beside him, hands on hips. He studied Jason carefully, who bit his lip.

"So what do we do with it?" He asked in his usual, cool American accent.

"It's for Citra, yes?" Dennis questioned, and Jason replied with a nod.

Jason let out another sigh and tiredly sat down on a fallen tree trunk. They had returned to Vaas' compound to confirm he was actually dead, as well as destroy any surviving pirates or resources. Vaas was dead all right. But now, Jason started to question who his arch-nemesis really was. Was he a psychopath? Or did he only know the image present, rather than what was behind it? Was he a good man at one stage?

Jason shook off the thought. The son of a bitch killed his brother. So he had killed him. End of story. But the questions surrounding his mysterious background didn't seem to cease. Should he give this to Citra?

"Who wrote the letter?" Dennis asked, breaking the silence.

Jason shook his head.

"You're never going to believe this." He murmured, and folded the letter back up.

"Who, then?" Dennis persisted.

"Vaas."

Most of the story will be set before FC3, but I thought I'd give us an emotional start first. How was it to kick it off? Any good? Any ideas for the story are appreciated, I've got it pretty much planned out but you never know...One man can write a story, but two can write a legend. Anyway, don't forget to leave a review!

This has been JJZ-109, and have a nice day.