I was stalking through the forest, becoming increasingly creeped out by the eerie atmosphere. Low on Ammo and anxiously wary of mutants I find the walls of a compound, and spot a large Antenna tower beyond the walls. I cautiously walk up the road. I walk into one of the buildings and see some archaic scientific apparatus; no ammo here. I search the rooms up-stairs, nobody here: safe place. Thunder crashes, the sky turns grey and it starts to rain. Suddenly I hear someone shout out in Russian followed by an explosion! and then silence... I wait for a minute, then creep back through the rooms and look out of a window...nothing. I turn towards the stairs and am literally face to balaclava with a Trenchcoat Bandit
. He gets it in the face. Was he alone? How many of them are there? I hear voices down the stairs. Low on ammo! Can I run? Into the pitch-black of night where the mutants are?. Knowing I cant shoot all of them I do a Hail-Mary and chuck a hand-grenade down the stairs. The voices stop. I look down the stairs expecting to see red on the walls but just hear groans; Thank God I used an F1. They were laying next to each other in the doorway of an adjoining room, arteries torn apart by shrapnel; I leave them to make their peace with god -- before their friends show up.
Shit, where is the way out!?. I look out the door to the west and recognise the entrance to the compound. I recognise half-a-dozen bandits with pistols and shotguns guarding it!. I sprint out the door and hide behind the perpendicular wall of the building. Hopefully we can play cat and mouse until I find a way out. The voices get angrier and closer. I spot a ladder up to the roof; Low on ammo and paranoid that a dozen more Bandits are waiting for me deeper in the compound I start climbing. I haul myself onto the roof. At the opposite end, another Trenchcoat Bandit steps out from behind a ventilation duct and loads an IL-86. Round after round pumps through the ventilation duct next to me.
He desperately tries to reload as I advance toward him while frantically depleting the last clip from my Walker P9-M.
I take his ammo and unload his IL86. I then step to the edge of the roof and take revenge on the Tracksuit Bandits below. Sporadic gunfire follows me as I sprint out of the Compound -- guess I made the right choice; He who fights and runs away, etc. Anyway I'll come back tonight and cut your throats while you dream of finding the Wishgranter.
I cant believe that I've escaped, ha ha fuck the zone. Night falls and I plan to go back for Ammo and supplies at dawn. As I look for a place to make camp I'm accosted by 2 Bloodsuckers and a Peudogiant. "Sorry", says Lost Alpha "Your shit outta' luck". "That's not fair, I don't deserve to die like this " I meekly object, Lost Alpha refuses to hear any of it: "Open World" it glibly retorts and stands by smugly as Bloodsuckers tear my body into a bloody mess.
Such is life in zone.
Aside: The PseudoGiant is fucking ridiculous.
Undue Punishment : 'An experimental FP Fighting game with stealth elements. ' -- TBD
Torn : 'A First Person RTS ' -- In Development as of 03/2014