Jace knew better. Nothing was ever truly free. But he could almost smell the salt of the Rook Islands and hear Vaas Montenegro’s manic voice whispering about the definition of insanity. He clicked "Download."
He looked down at his hands. They were covered in tribal tattoos he didn't remember getting. In his right hand, he felt the heavy, cold weight of a 1911 pistol. "Did you find what you were looking for, Jason?"
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The screen went pitch black, then bled into a vibrant, terrifying jungle green. A humid breeze, smelling of rotting hibiscus and gunpowder, brushed against his face. Jace blinked, but the café was gone. The plastic chair was now a patch of damp earth, and the hum of the air conditioner had been replaced by the rhythmic shriek of tropical birds.
"You wanted the 'Full Experience,' right? All the DLC? The 'Monkey Business'? The 'Lost Expeditions'?" Vaas stepped closer, the smell of gasoline clinging to him. "Well, here it is. No cracked files. No torrents. Just you, me, and the jungle." Jace knew better
His cursor hovered over a forum thread that looked like it belonged in the deepest basement of the web:
The voice was like sandpaper on silk. Jace spun around. Standing there, leaning against a charred palm tree, was a man with a mohawk and eyes that had seen the end of the world. Vaas smiled, revealing a row of teeth that looked like tombstones. He clicked "Download
Vaas reached out and tapped the barrel of Jace’s gun. "The download is finished, kid. But the installation... that’s going to hurt."