| 02:41:58 8 June 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
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.
| 05:13:15 5 July 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
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.
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
“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
“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
“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
“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.
| 23:06:43 5 July 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
Taste of the Zone|
Remember, it's not forbidden to post comments!
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-
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
“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
| 23:10:39 5 July 2010
Teh Soul Eater
I didn't do it.
On forum: 03/21/2010
You should play CS. Its great. Story's going along good too.|
| 23:54:22 5 July 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
You should play CS. Its great. Story's going along good too.
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.
| 00:33:49 6 July 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
Message edited by:
An old friend return|
Here's a short bit of the story I just wrote. Enjoy!
“Okay everyone get over here, we got news!” yelled Fox.
I gave a last look around and went by the fire.
“Scouty found our little sucker. He made his home in the tunnel behind
the base we cleared this morning. Almost everyone knows his way there
and those who don’t just follow someone trusty who know his way. We
go in an hour. Whacky, Strool, Seiry and the new ones stay at the
camp. And by the way, anyone saw Bearpaw? I didn’t saw him since the
blowout.” He said.
“He went to get his stuff back from the Barkept. He will be back around
1:00 AM.” said a tall guy.
“Alright then, everyone goes at their jobs!” shouted Fox.
I stood up and returned to my assignment. The hour came and half of
the camp left guns in hand, heading to the hideout. Ten minutes later,
everyone PDA got a message. They killed the bloodsucker and were
resting at the nearby base. The tall stalker on the roof went down,
vodka in hand.
“This shit is dead, it’s party time!” he shouted like an idiot.
Everyone took a bottle and sat next to the fire. Me, I went in a house
and placed my sleeping bag on the floor. My eyes caught a glimpse of movement at the
window and it looked all fuzzy. I thought I was hallucinating until I remembered what
Fox said: it's invisible. I released the strap holding my machete in place and walked
toward the door. A blurry object was approaching the fire, his two white
orbs floating toward the drunken victims. I sneaked in his back and
swung the back of the machete at what seemed to be its neck. A dark
red goo spread from the wound as the beast turned toward me. I
slashed the front of its throat as it bitted my arm. The freak held my
arm in his mouth trying to suck all my blood in a vain effort as I finished
my third slash. The machete’s saw went through the entire neck and
torn it in half. The cloak finally went off as I saw the ugly brown thing
biting my arm collapse on the ground. Realizing what just happened, a
drunken stalker started yelling toward me in a rush of panic. I turned
back as another face lunged toward me. Raising the weapon in my
hand, I was ready to cut its damn mouth in half when suddenly its head
exploded a foot away from my face. The stalker in black trench coat
lifted up his dragunov and rushed at me: Bearpaw was back. He swiftly
took a bandage and patched back my arm as I was going face to
“I left you one time in the arms of death, but I won’t make it happen
twice.” He said. “And why the hell are you using the freaking saw
instead of the blade? A second later you were a dry steak.”
“The saw can rip through everything so never take any chances.” I
managed to answer as the pain started to flow in.
“Nice one for a man caught between death and life. I’m calling those
who stayed at the old bandit outpost. There may be a lot more of these.
Go back in the house and have a nap, I’ll watch out those drunkards.”
He said in a serious tone.
“Fine for me, all this got me the rest of my strength. See ya tomorrow!”
“Take care, friend.”
I stood up and went back to my bed. I didn’t have any difficulties to
I wondered what was going to happen tomorrow.
| 03:15:52 6 July 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
thanks for the reply but I don't think I will be able to keep that speed for long. I live on a barn, we got a lot of things to do and I got a job so today was one of those paused days. But I won't stop before a while. Still too munch to eviscerate in the zone!|
| 00:36:20 20 July 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
Sorry for not posting updates but these days I have a lot of work to do. But I promise a new chapter of moderate length in 4-5 hours. Have more work to do for now.|
| 05:16:52 20 July 2010
On forum: 05/21/2010
The source of all Strength|
It's amazing what I can think by just listening to one song. Dumped it over my old text in an hour. ENJOY!!!
And BTW if you guys think the story goes a little bit too munch superhero, just say it and I will adjust everything since it's not my goal.Of course the beginning look a bit like it but it's not everything.
I woke up, sun in my eyes and pain in the arm. I was feeling like a car
roamed me in a wall for the second time in my life. I went off the
sleeping bag and stuffed it inside my package. I looked on the PDA: it
was midday and everyone was there. I went out of the house and
approached the fire. Fox was the first to notice me coming.
“Hey, feeling good today?” was his first words when he saw me.
“Yea. My head feel heavy but nothing more.” I replied.
“Then I have another job for you. Get in the farm next to the bridge.
From there you will scout the area to find two bandits. They are both
dressed in black trench coats and are armed. Once you find them, send
their position to me from your PDA and don’t leave them from your
sight. I will give you the rest of your task on place.” continued Fox. “Also
be sure to stay light and not carry too much, you may have to travel a
lot.” He then added.
“I’m on my way.” I acknowledged. I went in the house I was before and
looked for somewhere to hide the unnecessary stuff. No holes in the
walls or loose planks to move. I went in another room which seemed to
be a kitchen. There was a dirty dishwasher sitting under the dirty wood
counter. A few steps from it were an oven which the front door was
literally stolen and had many years of dirt and beating covering it. The
cabinets hanging on the walls were all broken and useless. My attention
went to the oven. The steel plate in the back was almost totally
unscrewed and could easily be moved up to six inches which was more
than enough to hide stuff. I hidden almost all my ammo and food in it
and took care to screw the plate to be sure no one could suspect the
stash. Now I had only my filled up magazines on my vest and food
supplies for a week. I left the sleeping bag where it was since it was
pointless to take it with me. I weighted my backpack just to give me an
idea off if I had to remove some stuff from it. It was all right. I strapped
everything on my back and checked twice my weapons. I went out of
the house and followed Fox indications on my PDA. The farm was
around 500m away and there was an anomaly field near. I slowly
walked out of the camp, watching everyone doing their hobbies, and
went in direction of the barn.
The air was fresh, almost exempt of any odors. The grass looked more
like miniaturized bushes growing in the middle of nowhere. Despite of all
the dangers roaming around this place seemed to be out of a dream.
Reaching a small bridge, I looked at the wild dogs chewing old bones on
my left. My attention drifted to the weird distortions a few meters from
“Must be some of those anomalies that I heard about.” I whispered to
myself. “Better stay away from those for now.” I added.
The road ahead looked clean of anomalies so I kept going that way. The
barn was a few steps ahead so I left the road and entered the building.
Looking again on my PDA, the location was in the granary right to the
north on my compass. I walked in direction of my objective when I
tripped on a rock. I rose from the ground and looked at the blue rock.
The thing seemed to hide a strange blue light right under it. I crouched
next to it and took the stick of my Geiger counter. Slowly lifting the
rock, the shiny blue orb started to levitate until it reached my torso. It
was the size of a golf ball and emitted a strong blue light that was
varying along with its levitating abilities. Taking closer the radiation
detector, the thing started to lose its light and slowly fall down. Looking
at the dial, it showed no radiation but the light fluctuated in the opposite
way of the object. Right when I removed the detector away the orb
lifted to my head and shined powerfully. Considering this lucky finding
as inoffensive, I took it in my hands. It was cold like ice on the touch,
but my hands weren’t getting colder. Instead, I felt small sparks trough
my arms that were spreading all over my body. After merely three
seconds, the orb started to follow the rhythm of my heartbeat. I felt the
unknown energy climb to my head as I felt energized like if I just drank
one of those energy drinks. I stuffed it in my pocket and walked in the
granary. The effect wasn’t as big as before but still present all over my
body. I climbed the stairs and cooked my rifle. I crossed the planks and
sat at the end of the homemade floor. The little tower on the roof looked
like a good place to spot but it was the first place to look into to spot a
sniper. I took my binoculars and watched the surrounding. I could see
almost everything from this place except what was on the other side of
the fallen bridge. The minutes went by and boredom took over. I putted
the binoculars aside and took back the thing I got earlier. Holding it in
my hand firmly, I focused my mind on the flow of energy. Strangely, the
more I focused on it the more it was powerful. Intrigued, I started to
wonder if my mind had an influence on the weird sphere. Pushed by
curiosity, I looked at the ball and focused the most I could on it.
“Show me what you can do dear.” I said while keeping full focus.
The orb started to glow more and more until I was blinded by the light.
The energy flowing like a waterfall inside my head as my hand started
to shake on its own. The light was so intense that even when my eyes
closed I only saw the blue color of the object. Suddenly realizing what I
was doing, I opened my eyes and the light went back to normal. Looking
at my hand, the small orb made a pulse and I felt a jolt in my arm.
Looking at it, I realized that I didn’t even felt the wound that the
bloodsucker inflicted me the night before. I rolled up my sleeve and
looked at my forearm. Slowly removing the bandage, my eyes opened
in surprise when I saw the healed scar which looked like a year old
wound that healed perfectly over time. I looked at the sky and followed
the movements of the crows. The picture was sharper than ever.
“How can people fear this heaven?” I whispered with pure delight while
contemplating the clouds. As an answer the little orb emitted a small
pulse thought my fingers.
“Yea, you’re right. Because they have no control over it. Absolutely no
control.” I told the little sphere in my hand while going back to duty.