| 15:25:45 14 August 2008
"Order of the Liquidators"
On forum: 02/23/2008
edit: I read that you can find the Vintar (VSS Vintorez) in a stash in north west side of the freedom base. is that true? so, there are basically 2 of them to be found? cause I always thought there is only one and it is in a stash on the way down into the Yantar research lab.
There's one in the open in the eastern-most barracks building in AW, another in a manhole stash in the southwest corner, one in the circuit box stash in the elevator shaft leading down to X16 in Yantar, and at least one you can earn from Gen. Voronin in Rostok. That's just off the top of my head. I'm sure there are more laying around, though not that many. As few (if any) NPC's carry it, it's fairly uncommon.
At least in the Vanilla SoC experience, and so far in ZRP. I can't speak for other mods.
And the story is going GREAT! KEEP IT UP!
"On the bright side, after the Armageddon there'll be PLENTY of work for LIQUIDATORS..." -RAbbi
"There are OLD stalkers and there are BOLD stalkers, but there are conspicuously few OLD, BOLD stalkers." -RAbbi
| 08:13:43 15 August 2008
On forum: 02/20/2008
Off topic, but this is a comprihensive guide on how to survive in stalker...
I am NOT an eskimo, but I will destroy you with my army of Canadians.
I never imagined that I'd take the six-thousandth post of anything ever! That is pretty cool.
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity; and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
"In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."
| 10:00:49 15 August 2008
On forum: 07/31/2008
His CD-player churned out his endless soundtrack. The smoke rolled out of his mouth into cold northern air. And he watched the stars slip by as he lie bleeding in the dirt. He put the cigarrette up to his mouth and took a drag. "It'll all be clear soon, baby girl," he muttered.|
He reminisced on his younger days. He remebered when his father came back from assignment overseas. He recalled his father sitting him down for a talk. "Something's happened," he said, "A couple weeks ago, a nuclear reactor exploded in Ukraine. Son, I want you to listen to me. Soon I'll be going back. They need good doctors to help the refugees."
The next morning he was gone, never to be seen again. He always wondered what happened to his father.
He heard a shuffling to his left. Painfully, he drew his pack close and drew his Agram. He could see the psuedodog's glowing eyes. "Nothing is eating me until I'm dead," he said in native English. With that, he squeezed the trigger. He heard the animal yelp as it slumped to the ground.
He couldn't remember why he was here. The past was becoming a vague blur of outlines slipping past. He remembered struggling with work, while going to a university. But something made him leave the States. It bugged him that he couldn't remember.
He exhaled another puff of smoke.
He suddenly remembered a another world. His real life, where he thrived. He rembered the desert, and the other artists. The dance of life and love pulsing to the beat of the hot desert sand. He remembered his girl, the woman of the moon. He also remembered when she died.
The moon was high over him now. He smiled at it. He remebered her embrace and watchful smile. He thought she was watching him now. The angel of the night she always was.
He felt his wound. The third rib was protruding from his skin, and the hole in his shoulder reminded him of reality.
He could sense it, now. The zone was waiting to take him. The raven on his back would finally be free, the ink in his flesh would take flight with him to where-ever he was meant to go. He felt the animals around him, creeping closer, waiting for that moment when he would fly, and they could feed their young.
Before he slipped into darkness, he saw a bear standing over him.
NOW HOW'S THAT FOR A CLIFFHANGER!
A man CHOOSES, a slave OBEYS!