Sign up for our Games newsletter and never miss our latest gaming tips, reviews, and features. Even the game’s soundtrack is reminiscent of the kind of music I’d hear blaring out the speakers of a big, lifted Dodge Ram with an airbrushed bald eagle splashed across the hood. Quaint cottages perched on the shore of a lake. The game gets the details right in all the places that matter: There are towering mountains and sprawling meadows. The setting might be a couple states removed, but its geological splendor and prevailing political sentiments are familiar enough to evoke my own backwoods nostalgia. The plot of Far Cry 5 centers on a group of hyper-violent doomsday cultists who take over a fictional Montana county. I establish my redneck bona fides here to explain why this game had the effect it did. Growing up, I swam in creeks, split firewood, pulled ticks and burs off the dogs, and always kept an eye out for prowling mountain lions. For as long as I can remember, many of the people there have harbored ambitions to secede from the rest of California and form their own state. It’s red-state Trump territory that has long been sidelined by the broader liberalism of California’s coastal cities. The closest real town is Redding, a sprawling hodgepodge of suburbs, strip malls, and freeways. You had to drive 25 miles just to get gas.
Our only community buildings were a post office and two bars. The backdrop of my formative years was a tiny gold rush town a couple hundred miles north of San Francisco. But before my move to the big city, I spent most of my life in rural California.
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