Far - Cry 3 Trainer 0-1-0-1

He’d see Liza, his girlfriend, and her face would momentarily pixelate into a wireframe. Dennis would repeat the same line about “the blood of the warrior” twice in a row, his voice skipping. Citra’s golden eyes would flash a raw hex value: #FF0000 . Error. Red.

Jason panicked. He typed frantically: ~savegame . Far Cry 3 Trainer 0-1-0-1

But in the bottom-left corner of his vision, just for a millisecond, a ghost of text flickered. He’d see Liza, his girlfriend, and her face

Because the code was glitching.

0-1-0-1.

Jason’s hands trembled. Not from fear. From revelation. He’d joked about it, hadn’t he? After the third respawn, he’d laughed a hollow, manic laugh and muttered, “Feels like I’ve got a damn trainer running.” He’d see Liza