| 01:42:12 5 August 2011
On forum: 04/08/2011
Its pretty entertaining, but remember to use spellcheck.|
Live Fast, Troll Hard
| 23:08:07 4 August 2011
On forum: 08/03/2011
The begining of problems|
The rookie took The pieces and walked inside the nearest house, Vlad followed him.
˝Rookie... Do you have any FUCKING Idea how lucky you are? That was the weapon broker, the man that collects the weapons... You could have been dead in a moment, and you start complaining˝
The rookie ignored him and tried to assemble the gun back together. After ten minutes of failure he decided to stop.
˝Vlad... could you help me?˝
Vlad noded and quickly assembled the gun back together.
˝For a former cop you seem to know really nothing about guns, and what is your name? Calling you rookie gets boring after a while˝
˝My name would be Gregor... And I lied with the cop thing... I worked in an office and I never even had a gun in my hands before˝
Vlad smiled and took a can of what was supposed to be meet and opened it.
˝Gregor, you know we are all brothers here in the Zone and we shouldnt have secrets... If Sidorovich would hear that you were a former cop, well then you would be screwed... Still I see you need some help, so if you want you can come with me sometimes and we can hunt some of the Boars here˝
Gregor noded happily and took a harmonica from his backpack
˝You are the first person here who treats me like an actual person... Thank you˝
Vald laughed while eating, resulting in some spitting
˝Look, dont get all sentimental here ok? We are still criminals for being here... but please lighten the mood and play something˝
Gregor noded and started to play some old songs. After a while he stopped and looked outside the window, it was already night and the hauling of the local dogs started.
˝Stuid dogs... i thought the Zone was a quiet place˝
Vlad looked at him perplexed
˝Im sory, but are you some kind of retard? I mean The zone is full of mutants, monsters and anomalies, the houling is a nice change for instance˝
He lied down onto the floor.
˝Go and sleep a bit, tommorow Sidorovich will give us new work and I heared it will be messy˝
Gregor shruged and fell asleep.
The night passed far to quick for Gregors taste and when he woke up he was supprised. Besides Vlad sat The Weapon Broker. He stood up and smiled.
The broker just Glarred at him and continiued the chat with Vlad.
˝And you really think he would make my investment worth? DO you really think he can withstand a small emission... I dont think so and I am never wrong˝
Vlad glared at Gregor.
˝You khan test the rookie out if you want and if you think he is worthy than you can take him with you˝
Gregors eyes widened.
˝Wait, wait, wait... Dont I have anything to say in that?˝
The Broker Stared at him and gave him a wanted poster with Gregors face.
˝You have a bounty on your head, if you stay your dead... If you come with me... well we will see how long you will last˝
Gregor was pale and shivered.
˝Ill rather go with you then...˝
| 17:37:55 4 August 2011
On forum: 11/01/2009
Me to, pretty entertaining so far.|
| 19:14:07 3 August 2011
On forum: 08/03/2011
The tale of the Weapon Broker|
Welcome to my prologue of my story, wich I will start writting soon. I had this idea today while playing STalker SoC with the some weapons mods, and I always wondered what haeppenes to the broken weapons in the zon, I cant imagine That Sidorovich has a unlimited supply of Makarov Pmms and sawed of shootguns.
It was a awrage day in the rookie Village. Wolf was talking about his adventures, when the local ´New guy´came from Sidoroviches bunker, he sat down near the campfire carefully exmining his first weapon- A makarov PMM. Some of the Stalkers rolled with theyr eyes.
A experienced stalker who sat near him laughed
˝You know, you just look like a baby wich is looking at his mothers tits˝
The men around him bursted out laughing while the Rookie sightened.
˝Ha ha pick on the new guy, I bet you had the same gun and the same look when you came to the Zone˝
˝Me? I had a Kalashnikov with me, I came preapared˝
The Rookie rolled his eyes and enthusiastic started to fill the magazine of his pistol.
˝Carefull rookie, you could hurt yourself, or you could hurt anybudy here around˝Shouted Wolf from the window of a nearby house, The stalkers laughed aggain while the rookie blushed.
˝I know I may look like a rookie, but I was in the police and I have shoot a man˝ The nearby Stalker smilled ˝Oh, you shot ONE man? just one tiny Man? Oh man Im soo scared form you and the bandits with the Aks and other weapons should really wach out, because you man have a PISTOL˝ He bursted out laughing
˝Hej Vlad, tell the rookie from where all this pistols come from˝
˝Oh man come on, do you honestly think Im so stupid that I dont know that they come from the weapon factory?˝
Vlad, a tall man wearing a ¨Sunrise¨ stalker suit stood up.
˝You know rookie... You are really dummer than I tought... THe weapon you are using has probably been used to kill a man before, or in the best case it wasnt used too much ˝
The rookie Raised a eyebrow
˝What do you mean with that?˝
Vlads expression darkened, he sat down at the oposite side of the campfire so he could look at the rookie straight into the face.
˝There lives a man in this zone... Well Im not shure if you can call him a man... Well he collects the weapons from dead stalkers and repairs them...˝
˝You mean he gets payed for that ? Thats nothing so special˝
˝Nothing so special you say? Well most of the weapons wich he can collect are from dead stalkers from anomalies, he somehow manages to get trough anything... just like the... Guide I think˝
The rookie smilled ˝Wow, a stalker wich collects old used weapons nothing special˝
A tall man wearing a hooded leather jacked stepped behind the rookie, about 4 pistols hung outside his backpack and most of his jacked was covered in blood. His voice was calm and dry.
˝Interesting, you seem not to care how the weapons are repaired˝he took the rookies pistol and dissasembeled it in a brief moment and gave him the pieces.
The rookies blood boiled ˝ARE YOU FUCKING mad? do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get this wea...˝he was interupted by the mans Tolkajev TT aimed at his head.
˝Boom, and you would be just a nother victim... where I could get a nother wapon.. or maybie not ˝ Some of the stalkers went pale, some laughed. Vlad backed away slightly.
˝I have important buissnes with Sidorovich... the bunker is off limit for this night... goodbye ˝ he walked away, leaving the rookie at the campfire.
OK this would only be a first taste, please write your crtiques, comments, ideas...