#fcrp

How active is the far cry 5 rp scene? I kind of want to make a rook account.

So, figured I'd ask if anyone still rps Far Cry 3?

(Glossing over exposition lets just get straight to the point xD) Pyro stared wide eyes and mouth agape at the man, his heart pounding against his chest, his hand still ready at his the hilt of his machete, though observing the redhead and the behemoth of a man--fuck the dude was bigger than Brandon for fuck's sake--he never drew the weapon. He just stared for the longest time, unable to form one comprehensible sentence before he finally came to his senses. "Bro you are fucking huge," he said dumbly, eyes scanning over the giant man before the redhead with unbelievability. "And naked..." he finally realized, shifting his gaze quickly away. A loud thud sounded behind them and the group turned to find a fallen Scotty, unconscious on the dock, hand hanging over the edge with the pointed nose of the shark bumping against it repeatedly. The poor man had fainted. Dingos, tigers, crocodiles, sharks, even bears--normal every day bears--he had tangled with all these animals without ever batting an eye, but this...this...Red and then THIS!? It ha obviously proven too much for the soldier to handle, and he shut down. "Scotty?" As for the rest of the camp, well, they were standing with guns at the ready, most of them feeling just as Scotty had felt. ... "Fill me up, bartender," Brandon called drunkenly in his best Irish accent. One of the brothers in the camp, one of three Irishmen, laughed heartily at his captain's request and passed down the Whiskey bottle. "Yuri!"he called now to the young German boy, either deliberately mispronouncing his name or proving too drunk to pronounce it rightly, the fact of the matter was, Brandon was yet again, drunken dumb. The Irish brothers surrounded the boy on either side as they all say round the table, exchanging stories of business and fun times from days long gone, Brandon mentioning a free show he and his band had put on in the brothers' home country, the men laughing and commentin on the memory. "Aye it probably helps ya ey?" said one brother, Damien, as he clapped the former rock star on the shoulder. "Weren't a couple of ya Irish anyways?" "Mm, Timber, his cousins, the cute ones," Brandon answered with a smirk and a fond wink at the mention. "Shane! Fuckin Shane I miss that kid," he said, laughing into the bottle. "Oh I miss my friends," he continued lowly, smirk softening as his eyes stared half lidded at the table. "Ah but now ya got us," said the second brother, David, raising his beer bottle to clink against Brandon's whiskey. "Who better to ask for?" The youngest brother, Danny, added, sipping from a glass of his own whiskey, "Hey! Yuri!" Brandon called for the youngest of the group again, "drink with us, socialize, stop staring at people and fuckin' keep me company." He slammed a large arm round the boy's shoulder, smiling a fang toothed smile at his piratey comrades. "Where's Jackie?" "He been callin, ya," said Damien, sliding over the phone towards the captain. "Ah he's all, pff, boyfriendy," Brandon said with a shrug, taking down another burning gulp of whiskey before holding the bottle to Yura. "Seriously." "Well maybe if you weren't boyfriendy back?" Danny mentioned, receiving a chuckle from the tattooed man. "Fuck me, then," he returned nonchalantly. "I'd be happy to," said the youngest brother with his own suggestive wink.