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  23:54:22  5 July 2010
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th3l4st0ne
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You should play CS. Its great. Story's going along good too.
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Did and found it boring as hell. Even on Master difficulty it's easy as hell. And no more unique weapons . Even the artifact system made me rage: always in those anomalies clusters, don't have any effects other than protecting from anomalies and some rare that can remove radiation.
Even CoP got me hooked up longer. Sorry if it may offence some people but I hated the new turn from SoC. Only thing I liked was the upgrade system and real NPC life. I still stick to the original one and replay with various mods.

Next part of the story incoming this night or tomorrow.
  23:10:39  5 July 2010
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Teh Soul Eater
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You should play CS. Its great. Story's going along good too.
  23:06:43  5 July 2010
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Taste of the Zone

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I came after five minutes next to a body. I searched the body and made

a mental list of what it had on it: two medkits, a couple of bandages, an

almost falling apart marakov, a knife and a small box of 9x18 ammo.

The body was white, and there wasn’t any sign of fight or blood on him.

Inspecting more attentively the dead stalker, he found what would

answer his death: a hole perforated by something very sharp in his

neck. The flesh was empty of any blood and the wound was whipped

clean. I looted the corpse and removed the leather coat from him. It

was in perfect condition except from a burned hole in the sleeve. I

putted everything in my backpack and walked toward the crates. Taking

the stalker’s knife, I broke open the box and putted it content in a

plastic bag: ten boxes of marakov ammo, a few food supplies, three

gasmask filters and a GP-5 gasmask. Suddenly, a brush moved on my

right. I took the berretta and aimed toward it. Nothing there. I looked

around me but there wasn’t anything to be seen anywhere. I walked

back to the camp gun in hands, ready for a dog or boar rushing at me.

Fox waved me his hand and came to me.

“So, any idea of what happened down there?” he asked.

“Not a single one. The guy just got his blood sucked out of his body. He

didn’t fire a single shot and even if he would have done the crap he had

on him would surely had blown up.” I replied.

His face changed from curious to fear.

“We’re in deep shit. Hand the stuff to the trader and get back here very

fast. We got a bloodsucker around here.” He said while grabbing his AK-

47.

I wanted to ask him what was a bloodsucker but it would wait later. He

ran toward the campfire and started to talk to stalkers. All of them took

their guns and looked ready for war. I went to Sirodovich and putted the

blue bag on his desk.

“I didn’t count how munch ammo is in the boxes but there is everything

from the crate. But I took the dead stalker’s gears” I said.

The old man opened the bag and looked at each items carefully.

“Looks like a military helicopter lost a part of his supplies. I guess I will

be able to negotiate an offer with the colonel. So now take a weapon of

your choice, and I remove 500 bucks from it.” He said while moving

away from the wall where every weapon is shown. AK’s, pistols,

shotguns and SMG, it was the crazy gunman dream. I needed something

reliable, accurate and widespread that would not attract too munch

robbers. I had two choices: an old Lee Enfield with a scope and a Toz

78/22LR with a scope. Considering that I already had .22 ammo, I took

the Toz as a main choice.

“Can you do modifications or I will have to ask someone else to upgrade

my rifle?” I asked.

“Well, I can do most basic stuff but don’t expect me to add an electronic

compensator on anything. Last time it didn’t hold the ride and blew after

the third bullet.” He replied.

“Alright. What can you do with the Toz right there?” I asked while

pointing the gun.

“Well, I can clean it up, change barrel, expand the clip from 10 rounds

to 12 and switch the trigger for a smoother one. Whit everything it will

cost you 1050 rubles. Is that what you want?”

“I think I won’t take it. Got anything else similar?”

“I think I have something just for you.”

He crouched under his desk and took a long black box.

“This, my friend, is the first weapon I ever owned in the zone. It’s a SKS

from my father who fought during war. It’s in excellent state and has

some little modifications that you won’t see anywhere. It has a

sharpshooter canon, recoil-absorbing stock, short travel trigger, an AK-

47 clip adapter and an 8x scope. Of course it won’t be free, but I won’t

put it overpriced: 2300$. I can throw 3 other clips for 300$. Deal?” He

asked while showing me the weapon. It was in perfect condition. I

looked at my spare cash and counted. I had 4520$ remaining.

“Deal, but add a new GP-5 in addition of the 3 mags. Mine is old and

don’t really want to risk anything.” I replied.

I gave the money that was asked and he removed the rifle from the box

and gave me the rest of the arsenal. A box of 150 round was supplied

with the 4 other AK clips who were already filled up. I packed the stuff

inside my backpack and went out. The sun started to set and I didn’t

even eat anything. Everyone was watching the surrounding of the camp

except Fox who looked like was cleaning his rifle. I checked if

everything I had was ready and went to Fox.

“Care if I go with the others as a sentry?” I asked

“In the current situation it won’t hurt. Any questions before going on

duty?” he replied.

“Yea. What does one of those bloodsucker looks like? I think I already

heard something about those but don’t remember”.

“You don’t see it, it’s almost invisible. When moving it look like a blur

with two white eyes floating. It’s the first time they wander so close to

the border. We got to take it out or the military will get a hard time.”

“Military? Aren’t those supposed to keep us away from there and kill us

on sight?”

“Supposed, but not obligated. Bandits and mutant grows at an

hallucinating number and they are dangerous for both us and them, so

cooperation has become essential. But they still are the army; don’t try

to sneak past them. Now go, I got other things to do.”

I went back to the trader door entrance since no one was keeping it.

Rifle cooked and machete loosened, I was ready to meet it arms wide

open.
  05:13:15  5 July 2010
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th3l4st0ne
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A new start

Okay sorry guys, for those that may ask where is the last part I deleted it. Wrote it in a hurry and screwed it all over. Here is the good one. Sorry for any misunderstanding, and enjoy!



“So, how’s our little survivor downstairs?”

“He’s in bad state, but stable and alive. I gave him some medication but

he will need more for maybe a week or two. Give him these pills when

he will wake up. Ho and before I forget it, I would like him to pass by at

Yantar when he will feel good. People who survive that are pretty rare

and some tests could help us developing our blowout protector. “Have a

good day Brok!”

I opened my eyes. My head was hurting a lot, but I already felt worse. I

lifted myself up from the bed I’ve been placed and scouted my

backpack. Rifle, gasmask, clothes, everything was there. I changes

clothes and threw the old torn clothes on the floor. I took my Kevlar

vest and adjusted it to fit tight. I closed the pack and prepared to go out

but I saw a sheet of paper with a note on it. I took it and read it.

“Dear stalker. I wrote this letter in case that the message I asked Fox to

tell you is misunderstood. The emission damaged a lot your body but I

assume you already guessed. It messed a bit your DNA and to prevent

cancers and other side effects I gave you some medication. You need to

take two pills per day and if injured meanwhile take a red pill instead of

the white ones. I don’t know the amplitude of the disease and if you

notice anything abnormal take another white one. You won’t need them

until 24 hours after I will go. Try to not take any other drugs or

substance that your body isn’t used to just to be more cautious.

Brok.

PS: You have enough of them for a month and I would like you to come

by at Yantar at the lab. I will be able to finish the treatment and you will

run some ‘tests’ to compensate the cost of what I gave you.”


I folded the letter and placed it in the front pouch of my backpack. As I

walked up the stairs a stalker in stalker suit came to me.

“So, how are you feeling? I thought you would wake up tomorrow.” He

asked.

“Not so bad. I heard the directives of Brok when he told you. I’m happy

that there are good people around there.” I replied.

“Alright, so here is the gift he gave you: medication, 3 boxes of 30 9x19

ammo and a heavy little box. Wonder why the hell he gave you those.”

“Maybe because he wants to make sure I get up there by myself and

not in a plastic bag?”

He let a small laugh and pointed toward the place everyone ran before

the blowout.

“Siro want to see you. The only thing he said to me was that he wanted

you to come alone. See you later!”He said while heading toward the fire.

“See you later too.” I replied. I inspected the place: there were about 4

guys watching the surrounding and three taking their diner. I walked to

the place the stalker told me and went down the stairs. An old man was

waiting me behind what looked like one of those old bank pay-offices.

As soon that I entered the room the door closed behind me.

“So that’s you that everyone is talking about. I thought that you were

taller. Anyway it doesn’t matter. Fox is recruiting people to clean the

bandit hideout again. There aren’t a lot of them but those won’t run for

their lives. I know that he don’t want you to be implied in this one since

you’re weak, but we need everyone out there to do something to help.

So here is my proposal: a stalker spotted a few crates on way from the

Zone gate and wants it to be searched. We sent a man but he didn’t

come back. I want you to find him and investigate him to find what killed

him. Also do his leftover job. For reward I will give you a 500$ discount

on any firearm. Want to do it?” he said, his tone somewhat strange.

“I will in no time, but anything I should be warned of before I go?” I

replied.

“Yes. Usually boars like to hang around so make sure you get a gun

before going. Fox can give you a used marakov if he got some from

another raid.”

“Well, I’m going for it. I’ll be back before dawn.”


I went back up the stairs and looked on my PDA for information on the

landscape. A grey dot appeared at the end of what seemed the hill next

to the village. Opening the little operator manual, I found the page

related to the symbols: gray for no activity since 24 hours. I sat next to

a wall and took the black box from my backpack. It was pretty heavy

and well packaged. I opened the lock and looked at his content: a

Berretta M9, two magazines and a cleaning kit. I took the gun from the

box and inspected it. The thing was almost new and must have fired

only twelve shots before being stored. I ejected the mag from the

handgun and filled it with the fresh 9mm ammo. The cartridges slid in

easily and until the 15th round no excessive resistance occurred. I

added a last one directly in the receiver of the gun itself and locked it in

cooked position. Filling the two other mags, I putted everything on my

belt and went to my destination.
  02:41:58  8 June 2010
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th3l4st0ne
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Quick note

Just to precise, I didn't actually played CoP, only SoC. I watched the ending and the story is based on the location from Soc, not CoP. I say that just in case that people point it out as I heard there was a pretty good difference between both. Currently working on the next part.
  03:11:06  5 June 2010
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The bounds of Friendship



I woke up at the sunrise, feeling something I didn’t had since I moved in Ukraine: a true

friend. Bearpaw told me everything about his life, his amazing skills to train mutants to

be his allies, his passion for hunting artifacts, his knowledge of Russian weaponry and

more I could ever think. I never felt so confident in anyone I ever met. This 24 years-

old stalker wasn’t meant to be a thief: he was one of those who won’t leave you die face

to an army. The sunshine warmed me in a way I never felt before. Why have-I waited

so long before making my first step into this? People were saying this was hell down

there, but I wonder now if it wouldn’t be the opposite. Society was almost beating down

people for their money. Thieves and criminals were mass murdering people around the

world. And since I disconnected from all this, I felt like a new self. Wouldn’t be cities the

real hells? I didn’t want to know anymore, I didn’t care anymore. The only thing I

wanted was to continue the path my destiny made. Putting my thoughts aside, I woke

him up and we settled down to the gate. We arrived at proximity around twelve o’clock.

He made me sign to stop and we hid in the grass.

“You see that fence? It is on a high power output and is always activated. You touch it

and you end up as a fried chicken. But this part won’t. With my team we hacked the

control panel to only put enough to operate a small flashlight so we can pass without

having to deal with the army. Now move on, we got a long walk awaiting us.” He said

while putting back his binoculars in his pouch. We advanced carefully toward the fence

but no one was watching from the sentry tower. In fact, they were all empties.

“Strange. There’s nothing alive out there.” I whispered. We walked in front of the fence

and looked in his binoculars again, this time toward the main outpost. He gave me them

and I looked. There was a damn meeting and four scientists waiting to go thought.
Three
of them wore an orange isolated suit and the other one wore what seemed to be a black

bulletproof version of these. Bearpaw finished cutting the fence and we went through.

We advanced toward the dot that was supposed to be the rookie camp on the map.

Suddenly, my Geiger detector went crazy and beeped like if I was in the middle of a

nuclear plant. It stopped and started again each two seconds. I had the feeling

something was incoming as I saw a bunch of boars and dogs oddly deformed running

straight past us. A sudden powerful and warm wind blew me on the ground while my ally

ran like a mad man screaming something I could not understand. My left foot was

twisted and could barely run as the sky turned red: a damn blowout was going to hit in

any moments. I reached the camp, saw Bear run into a basement and lock the heavy

steel door behind him. It was all over. I watched helplessly the radiation wave rushing

toward me and at the impact I didn’t felt anything.


I simply blacked out.
  04:14:01  4 June 2010
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Teh Soul Eater
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Getting good. Hope it gets better
  04:11:45  4 June 2010
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Your English is very good, for not being your native language.

Only minor slip ups, but your story is still completely understandable.
  02:50:30  4 June 2010
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I watched as the man emerged from the shadow: he looked like he had 40 years old, was six feet high, beard and hair clean shaved, dressed in a black trench coat with a hood. He turned in circles around me, inspecting my face, clothes and my backpack. He finally stopped and looked at me with his whitened green eyes. “I never saw you before, and my knowledge seems to tell me that you seem to be a new stalker. What is your business here?” He said, still pointing me with his dangerous toy that I recognized as an early AK47, but the barrel seemed too small to be one. “I want to get into the Zone, and this was my refuge for the night. I will head down tomorrow morning. And please, keep your gun low. I would not like having a bullet into the chest without even having put a foot in the Zone.” I said back, still nervous about his greeting. He lowered his gun, and gave a smile I never expected.
“You seem clean, now get up there so we can talk a bit before the sun set down. My name is Bearpaw, and you?”
“Well, I haven’t found a nickname yet, but it will surely happen in no long. You look pretty much like one of those veterans I heard of. Tell me about yourself a bit.”
“Goddammit. Where do I get started…? In the late years I was a bandit; killing stalkers without real purpose and robbing everyone I crossed alive. I acted like that for a while, 3 years, until I saw my leader mutilate a loner under my eyes. Only then I realized what I was doing all these years. I felt like I was a big firm owner who just realized what he was doing to his exploited workers. I cursed myself a shitload of times, gave everything to the starters in the base camp and left for the civilization. Now after my birthday marking my 24, I wanted to go back where I lived. I won’t make the same mistakes twice, and if that asshole of Borov is still alive, I’m going to kick his ass until he die. Now it’s your turn youngster.”
The chatting went by, the night came. Even if it was dark and raining outside, inside were two friends for who the weather didn't matter.
  04:26:05  3 June 2010
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Damn these cliffhangers.
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tomorrow part 4 and 5.
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