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  14:07:30  2 November 2009
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Danlo
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(spelling - hanger - hangar - too completely different things - I wish I could spell )

He was watching for a pattern. There was always a pattern to the anomaly discharges.

He was hoping that by seeing the pattern he could discern a path through the discharges: a path that would lead him to the artefact. Electrical anomalies where different to every other anomaly in that they discharged regardless of whether anything triggered them: springboards came close but they sort of just pulsed in and out unless they were triggered. Using his pocket full of rusty bolts was really going to help, except to confirm the path’s existence and show the path’s width.


Deadeye inched his way along the edge of the wall he stood on until he was back on solid ground again and he could see the entrance to the path through the anomaly. It looked like a tight squeeze, and he threw a couple of bolts to confirm this. He would have to enter the path sideways. He was lucky that electro-anomalies only discharged to about half a metre off the ground or his pack would have triggered any of the anomalies along the path.

Using a couple more bolts he discerned that the path opened out and turned to the right two feet further on. Deadeye chuckled to himself as he realised how ridiculous he probably looked shuffling sideways like a demented crab in a field of discharging electricity. It was strange indeed to be able to laugh in this Hell Hole. It was obvious that men did not belong here, yet in his arrogance man had to try to control or exploit the Zone, just like he had exploited and controlled the rest of the world. It was conjectured that the Zone was actually from another realities, or several of them depending on who you talked to, and it seemed self-evident that wherever the Zone had come from humans were not dominant. Many of the buildings in the Zone had obviously been abandoned decades before the second disaster, even decades before the original accident at Chernobyl (assuming it had actually happened in the reality that the Zone had come from).

Deadeye screamed. He had wondered too far forward and been hit by the edge of an anomaly, he had been thinking too much and he had not been paying attention to the anomaly field. It was worse than being electrocuted, and it took all his concentration and willpower not to jump away from the pain the discharge had caused. He quickly took a half step back and was relieved when the discharge missed him by a couple of centimetres. He took another half step backwards, making sure he was only stepping in the tracks he had made so far.

He didn’t bother berating himself; it would only distract himself still further.

He stood still for a few more minutes and took several deep breaths to try and calm himself. He looked down at the left leg and saw that the Stalker suit he was wearing had been torn and that his leg was starting to blister and ooze where the discharge had hit him. The pain was crawling up his nerves and, although he knew it would make him slightly sluggish, he had to take out an injectable painkiller from his med-kit. He jammed the needle into the top of his thigh and waited until the pressure syringe had sent a single dose of anaesthetic into his leg. He replaced the syringe and rubbed the placed where he had injected himself. He hated needles. Hated the fact that he had put himself in a position where he had to use one.

He stood there a few minutes longer as he waited for the anaesthetic to take affect and the pain and throbbing in his leg had subsided. He would need proper treatment when he got back to the main base, and he would have to apply a bandage of spray-on fake skin when he exited the anomaly, but for now this would have to do. He took a single step in the right direction with his left leg and tested it with his full weight. He grimaced at the pain but it would hold him long enough.
  17:31:25  2 November 2009
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Danlo
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Pulling out his artefact detector he noticed that the artefact was only two feet in front of him. One more step and the air directly in front of him began to sizzle and artefact appeared to coalesce out of thin air into a solid object that he could pick up. The artefact emitted an electric-blue glow, was about ten centimetres across and looked for all the world just like a child’s depiction of a star, and small glowing blue hedgehog that was curled up into a ball. It was a useful artefact allowing the carrier to run for many kilometres without needing a break, but it was quite radioactive, it was usually called a Snowflake. Opening his backpack Deadeye pulled out a small lead lined container and dropped the glowing artefact into it. He did an immediate one hundred and eighty degree turn and started following the path that he used to get in. On his way into the anomaly field his boots had left impressions on the grass and he made sure that he stepped exactly where he had stepped before, pausing when he came to a turn and checked that that the anomalies had not moved to cut-off his way out.


He was walking down the incline of the hill that the platform stuck out of: the hill ended in a wide runoff channel that led down to the small lake further south, it ran under the road that entered the Hangar and was channelled through a wide drainage tunnel.

It was as he reached the bottom of the hill and was about to start climbing the ridge above the channel so that he could get back onto the main road that Deadeye heard a distant explosion, and the zip and pop of gunfire. The gunfire was coming closer and he cocked his head from side to side to try and work out where it was heading to. He pulled out his PDA and switched to the Freedom common radio band hoping to catch something but all he received was static. He guessed that whoever was attacking Freedom was using a broad spectrum radio jammer, or knew Freedom’s communications frequency and was just jamming that specific channel. Either way it was bad!

Deadeye followed the channel south and noticed the sound of gunfire slowly quickly decrease, so he knew he was at least moving away from the most dangerous action. But it was then that he heard voices. He didn’t recognise any of them which could mean anything. He didn’t know every member of Freedom personally. To be on the safe side he took his pistol out of its holster pulled back the top slide and cocked the weapon. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this, the chance of him actually hitting anything was remote, but it might keep the oppositions heads down – whoever they were – long enough for him to escape.

Looking north towards the noise of gunfire and the general direction the voices seemed to be travelling he thought he saw movement on the ridge above the channel. He stopped and pushed himself down against the bank of the ridge just as a head appeared on the skyline. At first Deadeye couldn’t tell which side the head belonged to. But eventually as more of the head’s body came into view Deadeye could see that he was wearing the blue/black and red uniform of Duty.

So Duty where trying to invade the Dark Valley, he thought. And I’m caught right in the middle of it. This does not bode well!

He slowly began to slide along the bank away from the Duty member hoping that he wasn’t moving fast enough to be seen clearly, but there was little to no vegetation higher than grass to cover him and he seriously doubted that he would remain undetected for long.

He managed to remain unseen until he reached the concrete bridge that blocked the channel and housed the drainage tunnel. He was suddenly a green man-shaped object against a dirty grey wall. There was a suddenly shout. Rifle rounds started slamming into the ground around him. Shouts of exclamation and orders to shoot came loud even over the rifle fire. Deadeye scrambled over the low concrete wall onto the tarmac of the road into the Hangar. His pistol forgotten, dropped back in the channel when the firing started. He was amazed that he hadn’t been shot already. He rapidly crawled on all fours across the tarmac and sneaked a peak at the Duty members firing at him. He was transfixed by the sight of one of them pulling his arm back and throwing something in a high, long arc. He watched the small black object sail through the air and land a couple of feet away. Only then did the sound of a voice screaming “GRENADE!” reach his ears, just as the small object exploded and threw him into the drainage ditch on the other side of the road.
  19:07:32  2 November 2009
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Danlo
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Final Section - gee haven't I been busy?

Part 3

Cordon Village, Wednesday, 2nd May 2012


‘It was the pain that woke me,’ the Survivor said. ‘I assumed it was the pain from the electrical burns on my leg, or maybe I had caught some fragments of shrapnel from the grenade. I was very much mistaken.

‘The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was like a constant hot burning sensation, mixed with incredible lancing pain, which seemed to cover the entire left side of my body. Then the smell came to me, the smell of burning meat and underneath a distinct acidic smell. I recognised the acidic smell but I couldn’t place where I had smelt it before. But I guessed that I was source of the smell of burnt meat. My right side seemed okay so I opened my eyes and looked to the right side of me and noticed a branch sticking out of the sides of the drainage ditch that I could just about reach with my arm. I grabbed it and pulled with the strength. The pain that shot through me was indescribable. I screamed so loudly that I swear they heard me in the main Freedom base over a kilometre away. I think that scream saved my life.

‘I managed to pull myself into a sitting position and finally had a chance to see what had happened to my left side. I am not ashamed to say that what I saw made me immediately sick. And when I was found a few minutes later by the Freedom patrol that was looking for Duty stragglers they found I had not only thrown-up on myself but I had soiled myself and was gently sobbing.’

The Survivor paused and shuffled further towards his young audience. He looked almost excited at the prospect of seeing their faces when he concluded his tale.

‘You see,’ he continued. ‘I had been blown a good metre and a half from the road and had landed on my back with most of my left side partly immersed in a pool of Witches Jelly, or more commonly called Fruit Punch. The acidic cocktail of chemicals had burnt through the left sleeve of my Stalker suit and had eaten directly into the muscles of my arm. Although my left leg was also in the Fruit Punch, I think that the residual electrical charge from the electro-anomaly had protected it somewhat so that it was not as damaged as my arm.

‘Over the next few weeks I watched as my arm withered and almost died completely until it is as you see it now. My leg is not as badly damaged and I do get some use out of it, as you can see.’ He said chuckling to himself as if he had said something rather amusing. He looked at Dodhan and Dodger and smiled again. He could see that they were confused, and more than a little worried, if not nauseous. ‘Did you expect to hear a tale of heroism, or some sort of political tale showing how much better than Duty we are? My friends who I travelled with will tell you all that. But think on this my young friends: although I am crippled Freedom still finds we useful. I am still the best man – well half a man now, really – at finding and extracting artefacts from anomaly fields. Duty would have returned me back to the Big Land where I would only be a crippled man, and a man who would be classed as criminal for having been to the Zone. I may be crippled and object for your pity, but I am still Freedom, and I still have my freedom,’ he laughed again at his obvious pun. The two young men watched as the crippled Freedomer slowly pulled himself to his feet and shambled off to another set of eager faces around another fire.

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Well that's it - the "Tales" are complete now except for a few bits of editting and a small amount of rewriting.
  13:00:44  4 November 2009
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Racemate
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Very good.


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...Many of the buildings in the Zone had obviously been abandoned decades before the second disaster, even decades before the original accident at Chernobyl (assuming it had actually happened in the reality that the Zone had come from).
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This indicates your point of view on the event. Probably, you're gonna confirm it further, unless you have done it already, and I missed it.


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Deadeye screamed. He had wondered too far forward and been hit by the edge of an anomaly, he had been thinking too much and he had not been paying attention to the anomaly field...
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May be, it would look more colored, dramatic or something, if it would balance on the edge of death, and Deadeye stayed alive just miraculously. Although, Fruit punch completed the deal.


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...the sound of gunfire slowly quickly decrease...
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...the small black object sail through the air and land a couple of feet away. Only then did the sound of a voice screaming “GRENADE!” reach his ears, just as the small object exploded and threw him into the drainage ditch on the other side of the road...
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We can hear that word in the game to be warn against it, but I don't think anyone do it in a real combat, IMHO. And definitely, if it landed a couple of feet away the only chunks of body would be scattered around, IMO.


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...well half a man now...
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feeble, not a new joke as majority of stalkers' stories

Thanks buddy, it was real pearl.


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Well that's it - the "Tales" are complete now except for a few bits of editting and a small amount of rewriting
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May I ask you, what is your closest plan?
  13:14:47  4 November 2009
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Danlo
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most people would shout grenade to let people know that a grenade is being thrown - the order there is a little confused - I think he should have heard the shout before the nade hit the ground - or at least as it hit.

- about "point of view" - if this gets published I hope to a follow-up - basically a novelised version of SoC - and I will be building on much I've mentioned including where the Zone has come from and that Emission change the buildings, locations, etc. Hopefully it'll be clear that the only think that doesn't change are the stalkers and the mutants and the NPP of course.


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May I ask you, what is your closest plan?
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not sure what you mean there
  14:29:26  4 November 2009
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Racemate
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most people would shout grenade to let people know that a grenade is being thrown...
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to let their comrades know, but not enemies, methinks.


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- about "point of view" - if this gets published I hope to a follow-up - basically a novelised version of SoC - and I will be building on much I've mentioned including where the Zone has come from and that Emission change the buildings, locations, etc. Hopefully it'll be clear that the only think that doesn't change are the stalkers and the mutants and the NPP of course.

May I ask you, what is your closest plan?

not sure what you mean there
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Your writing, but you have answered partly above.


edit:

Have you ever thought of having your Tales as an e-book. I meet them in Inet pretty often. I even have some on my PC. They are properly done with pics, fronts, like real books, but they cost much less, and audience is much wider.

Just need to advertise it correctly.
  19:47:39  6 November 2009
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...the small black object sail through the air and land a couple of feet away. Only then did the sound of a voice screaming “GRENADE!” reach his ears, just as the small object exploded and threw him into the drainage ditch on the other side of the road...

We can hear that word in the game to be warn against it, but I don't think anyone do it in a real combat, IMHO. And definitely, if it landed a couple of feet away the only chunks of body would be scattered around, IMO.

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I'm not sure if I've misunderstood you here, but as a thrower you will shout "Frag grenade coming" or something similiar, and of course if you are on the receiving end you will scream "cover" if you see a grenade coming. I'm not sure that people understand just how powerful handgrenades are, they will easily lift you off your feet, but there's nothing saying that they will dismember you just because you were in it's blast radius.
  08:05:44  10 November 2009
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I'm not sure if I've misunderstood you here, but as a thrower you will shout "Frag grenade coming" or something similiar,...
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Can you tell me why?


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...and of course if you are on the receiving end you will scream "cover" if you see a grenade coming...
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There's nothing to say against.


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...I'm not sure that people understand just how powerful handgrenades are, they will easily lift you off your feet, but there's nothing saying that they will dismember you just because you were in it's blast radius.
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Probably, you know better, if you're military specialist.
  09:46:31  10 November 2009
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it's a military thing to shout grenade, or frag out - duty are military based organisation so more than likely they would shout it

anecdotal information says that people have stood on a frag mine or been within 2 feet of a grenade going off and not been hurt at all

and although I usually try for as much realism as possible the fact that he Deadeye isn't killed by the grenade is a plot device - as it's possible for it to happen then I needed to happen to him.
  02:46:34  22 November 2009
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I'm not sure if I've misunderstood you here, but as a thrower you will shout "Frag grenade coming" or something similiar,...

Can you tell me why?

...and of course if you are on the receiving end you will scream "cover" if you see a grenade coming...

There's nothing to say against.

...I'm not sure that people understand just how powerful handgrenades are, they will easily lift you off your feet, but there's nothing saying that they will dismember you just because you were in it's blast radius.

Probably, you know better, if you're military specialist.
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Throwing a grenade is often done on order, it's a way of letting your group leader know you've acknowledged and complied with the order as well as letting your buddies know that in a few seconds 190 grams of trotyl is going to be sailing through the air. Can you begin to grasp why it's a good idea to shout "frag out"? Hand grenades aren't "stealth weapons".
 
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