Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Frank Bilders is Dead



The water was cool and refreshing on my hot skin. I was dirty and sweaty, my clothes stained with grime and blood, some my own, some other peoples. It felt bad to be this clean and refreshed after what I'd just done, and to add to my feeling of guilt it was all premeditated.


Frank Bilders is now dead. I killed him with his own sidearm – a somewhat tarnished .50 caliber desert eagle pistol. I tell you this detail not because it’s important (although the image of that weapon will be forever stamped in my mind) but to distract from the painful sense of culpability I feel for his murder.


I mean, I knew Frank stood a good chance of getting hurt but I had hoped that something with the missions execution would go lethally awry, saving me from having to get any more blood on my hands. Every time we work together the man seemed to take another bullet wound. ‘Heh, just another scar to add to the collection’, he would say. Always focused on the job at hand, was Frank. ‘There’s some bugger out there who cut me out of a deal, and I want him dead’, he’d say in his Northern Irish swagger. No need for a reason, or context - Frank wanted something done, and you were going to do it for him.


When the time came, and he was lying on the ground writhing in pain, the situation hadn’t really forced my hand. I had plenty of syrettes, there was time and I could have saved him, but I wanted him out of the way. So instead of his healing his wounds with medicine I took out his own gun and shot him in the mouth. I hesitated, mind you– I very nearly couldn’t pull it off. But I did, and his body is now lying on a road somewhere in Sefapane, gathering flies and a layer of the all pervasive red dust. And I’m swimming up the river. Getting clean. Getting refreshed. There is no music, no victory anthem. Just the water and the noise my body makes as I move through it.


And Frank Bilders is dead.


5 comments:

Daniel Golding said...

Excellent post. I have to say that it's almost your single-handed efforts that make me want to play this game.

Also I'd like to point out that you don't once mention Far Cry 2 in that post but I still knew what you were talking about, despite not owning the game myself... very interesting.

Ben Abraham said...

Well I was trying to write it as a kind of first person exposition, and it wouldn't make sense for my character to mention the title of the game he's playing. =P

I do hope that my evangelising is worth it, and even if you don't adore it as I do that's it is still a worthwhile experience. There's a lot of things I see room for improvement, but so many others that are just miles ahead of any other games that I find it hard to believe it's not being discovered and loved by more people.

Jonathan said...

All I can remember from Far Cry 2 now is this bug:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCRyEeO8sT8

Damn that was funny to watch. And creepy.

Anonymous said...

Wow, that was a fascinating account. I keep on hearing from so many sources of how this game is so off-kilter and has awesome moments like this, really makes me want to try it out.

My friend already has the PC version, but it's time for me to get my own copy on the 360.

Wordsmythe said...

Did I ever mention to you guys that I am playing as Frank Bilders? I think I picked him before this post went up.

It sort of troubles me.