vaas hoyt

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I do not own/make the doujinshi nor this translation. This was made by 珍飯(link to pixiv profile:  https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=2614109). Someone else (I don’t remember who) scanned and translated it.

I remembered it the other day and tried to find a download for it. That failed and (I think) the download no longer exists. Lucky, I managed to find a copy saved onto an old hard drive. So the lesson is, download things while they last.

part 2: https://hadeswt.tumblr.com/post/162641052111/i-do-not-ownmake-the-doujinshi-nor-this

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I do not own/make the doujinshi nor this translation. This was made by 珍飯(link to pixiv profile:  https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=2614109). Someone else (I don’t remember who) scanned and translated it.

I remembered it the other day and tried to find a download for it. That failed and (I think) the download no longer exists. Lucky, I managed to find a copy saved onto an old hard drive. So the lesson is, download things while they last.

part 1: https://hadeswt.tumblr.com/post/162640970906/i-do-not-ownmake-the-doujinshi-nor-this

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The burning of the marijuana fields at the hands of Jason Brody in Far Cry 3 is widely considered one of the most triumphant, fulfilling moments in gaming history, yet, being the hopeless fangirl that I am I can’t help but view things from the perspective of the other side the villainous spectrum ‘cos I’ve a thing for developing forgotten, underwritten characters as a whole. Someone has to. No more, no less. Hoyt must have been pissed beyond belief. (Ubisoft, why didn’t you show this? Ubisoft, must I care for your creations more then you do, hmm? Shame on you! My beloved antagonists need more screentime, goddamnit!) Mental breakdowns, fired soldiers, death amidst his unhinged raging, a crumbling empire, a disbanded, murdered set of long-term associates and a deep existentialist crisis ensues, leading the anti-climatic, shaken, distorted, disorganized Volker who pretty much just lost the one thing that ever mattered to his dark, amoral little soul bent on proving itself; His supposed “pride and joy” - his organization. His kingdom. A fall well-deserved, and a fall I believe should have been more explored nonetheless. In honor of that - here’s this piece of shit I slapped together and randomly made on a casual evening whim. My disgusting, evil, Afrikaner papa earned it for being so completely and utterly vile. ♚ ♥