![]() The world is probably better off, but I've let down another person that didn't have to die.Īndre replaced Quarbani as my secondary buddy. But the bloody gun jammed, and by the time I'd cleared the chamber he was dead. He was surrounded, and it'd just be a case of emptying a clip into them and he'd be fine. A bullet has an amazing power to distract. It's probably my fault for not swapping to something that wasn't rusted through and covered in dirt, Far Cry 2's way of telling you your gun isn't worth the bullets you put in it, but firefights have a tendency for making you not really pay attention to the little things. My gun jammed, some piece of s**t AK-47 that I'd been using for far too long. More often than not I'd ignore him, but this time he was getting clear, getting the next plane out of Africa. He'd always call me up when I was about to do another distasteful mission, giving me something even more unpalatable to complete, and I'd have to try and justify it to myself. I never liked Frank, as charming as he was on the radio. I closed his eyes.Īs if things weren't bad enough, rocket launchers have backfire, which sets more fires.įrank Bilders, the ex-IRA nutcase who would do just about anything to get out of Africa and back to Ireland, including genocide, robbery, diamond heist and medicine destruction. The game, and I, looked away and the gun fired. I could leave him here to bleed out, or I could end his pain with a bullet to the head. He'd saved my life numerous times, and I couldn't even get him back up. I didn't have any more medicine, and so my buddy was going to die. So I gave him another shot, and again, he beckoned. I only had one left, but he'd never needed this much before. Another shot rammed home, and another beckon. I ran over to the flare, knelt down beside him and jammed a shot into his chest. Maybe two if you've taken your time getting to them. It's always a bit of a shock to see, because they're tough bastards, but you just give them a morphine shot and they're done. When your buddy goes down in Far Cry 2 they let loose a flare. Quarbani saved me, pulled me out of the fire, and we finished them off, splitting up to deal with them more quickly. Except this time I got hit by an errant grenade and went down, doing that whole blacking out, semi conscious routine. It was because I was being lazy and I had enough arrogance because I'd done it before. I'd gone in way too hot, rather than picking them off quietly. Quarbani Singh died while I was trying to steal some diamonds from a militia checkpoint. Hell, I even began to enjoy his company, when he had the time to give it. Thanks to Quarbani, I was all but immortal. It's not often that I have my life saved by a game character in what wasn't a completely scripted occurrence, and to have it happen multiple times over a few hours made me really bloody grateful to have him around. It's an experience that'll create emotional ties between men. Then he gives you a shot of morphine, a pistol, and you clear out the bad guys together. ![]() ![]() When you go down in a firefight, you black out, getting snatches of consciousness as your buddy rushes in to save you, blasting away at whoever plugged you while dragging you to safety. Quarbani was the latter kind of buddy, the one that saves your life. It's that or a guy who'll save your life a dozen times, at least. They deliver their hyperspeed dialogue about how we should all be looking out for one another here in the depths of Africa, and then you've got some prick who will ring you up before you do a mission with something borderline genocidal and most definitely approaching a war crime for you to do on top of that. When Far Cry 2 gives you a buddy, there's not a lot of fanfare. You'll regularly threaten and blackmail unarmed men, because you're such a great guy. In a world notorious for its absurdly fast-talking, verbose residents, Quarbani was a breath of fresh air. Maybe it was just that he didn't say a whole lot, or what he did say was the bare minimum needed to convey his message. He seemed to at least have a little dignity in the depths of his mercenary psyche. Quarbani wasn't my first buddy in Far Cry 2, just the first person I'd met in Africa I didn't actively hate on sight. ![]()
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