Benjamin Williams, a Canadian by heart and soul who – still grieving after the loss of his wife – travelled to Chernarus with his two young children for a holiday. The remoteness and mysteriousness of Chernarus was exactly why Ben had chosen it as his destination… a place to clear his thoughts, perhaps start anew in life.
However, not all stories have a good ending. Just 10 minutes into his drive, the rolling fields of Chernarus stretched out like velvet blankets below a setting sky, Ben noticed a car in his rear view mirror, a flag on the bonnet. It seemed to want him to pull over and, suspecting government ties, Ben obliged.
Three men stepped out, balaclavas on head and AK47’s in hands. Alas, Ben did not recognise the flag of the Chedaki, Russian rebels who sought to take the land of Chernarus for their own. Fearing for his life and knowing they would shoot if he began to drive, Ben remained in his car and waited for the men to approach it. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding – perhaps another car like his was wanted. As two of the men flanked Ben’s car, they immediately opened the back doors, grabbing his two children and pulling them out by force. They screamed, Ben panicked, shouting at the men to stop as he quickly exited the car. With an AK pointed at him by the third man, Ben had no choice but to kneel and watch what happened next. His son, John, was executed immediately. Ben cried in grief as the men turned on his daughter, and was forced to watch as a far worse punishment was dealt to her. Weak and in shock, Ben knelt as two of the men returned to their vehicle. The other man stood behind him, AK pointed at his head.
Minutes away from death, Ben mustered all the strength and vengeance he felt surge within him and took his sole opportunity, stealing the rebel’s Makarov and knocking him off his feet before mercilessly executing him as the rebel did his son. The other two rebels instantly opened fire, a golden hail of 7.62 rained towards Ben, though miraculously he was hit only in the leg as he dove in pain behind his car. Somehow, Ben managed to defeat the other two men… though he was gravely injured and had taken multiple shots throughout the brief engagement. Crawling over to his son’s body, Benjamin collapsed, watching as the blood poured from his son’s ear, his eyes closed, a life taken for no reason other than for being an “intruder in Chedaki lands”. His vision faded, blurring into a red mess.
When local authorities discovered what had happened, the government quickly opted to cover up the story to avoid all-out war with the Chedaki. The story was buried, local papers reported a small car crash with multiple deaths. Bodies were burnt and weapons seized – Benjamin Williams was treated for his injures and for 8 months, he lay bedbound in a hospital. Rage pulsed in his veins when he found out about the cover-up, and from within the hospital he was treated for his aggression. When he was well enough to function on his own, he was sent to the prison island to ensure the story never saw the light of day.
3 years passed but Ben never lost sight of the truth. staff within the prison tried to convince him that he was ill and delusional, that his mind had simply made up the story. He vehemently fought back against them, protesting his innocence and demanding justice for what had happened on that eventful day.
He attempted to stage an uprising against the staff, uniting with inmates as they all chanted for Ben’s justice. Of course, this failed. But, One thing was for sure. Benjamin Williams had a very characteristic personality.
Throughout it all, Ben promised himself one thing: if he ever escaped the prison, he would murder every single staff member within … after this, he would find who had him locked away and forgotten… and he would murder them too.
And thus, we arrive at the day of Ben’s escape, the day the surviving inmates of the prison island were finally allowed to begin their lives anew. As all erupted into chaos,
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