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S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Yeah, he's just a little bit of a sociopathic bastard. This May or may not be because I'm basing him off of my first playthrough of SoC. I think by the end of that game I'd killed something like 80,000 STALKERS, thanks mostly to Freedom and the Military.
That's awesome that we're in RPGN, though.
Five years before five years ago? So you mean his first day in the Zone? Yeah, that was a pretty bad day for Tiberius. There were bandits and a kidnapping. It wasn't pretty.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

There we go, another post. And Beowulf, let's be honest, your character is utterly amazing. Where would we be without the ignorant, American reporter? You're like the Mercutio of STALKER.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Tiberius unleashed an endless torrent of curses as the barrage of machine gun and assault rifle fire continued to pound his position.
"Jesus fucking Satan! Will they ever run out of ammo?!" He reached his hand around the corner of the wall and emptied another magazine from his pistol. "This is worse than five years ago!"

Five years ago: Tiberius sat hidden in a bush, happily eating a stick of salami and drinking vodka. Life had been going well for the last few months. He had almost one hundred and twenty thousand rouples to his name, a nice, new pair of military grade boots, plenty of ammo, and had recently repaired both his guns to near perfect condition.
As he ate, Tiberius thought about how great the Zone was. He got to kill people. He got paid to kill people. There was good vodka. Why didn't thousands of other people see the possibilities? But no, they sat at home doing their boring, normal, non-murderous jobs. Of course, new meat means more people, and he wasn't fond of that idea, but more people also means more people to kill, which he did like the idea of.

Tiberius suddenly found his thoughts interrupted by the feeling of being watched. But not just being watched, but being watched by many, greedy, devilish eyes. In fact, the feeling of being watched by so many unpleasant eyes prompted Tiberius to stand up out out of the bush and look around.
"Дерьмо."
He was surrounded by a pack of around twelve pseudo-dogs. He slowly reached for his kodachi and pistol, because things were about to become very unpleasant.

The present: Tiberius noticed that he'd managed to down a third soldier with his random firing, and at the same time pissed off the remaining two so much that they started lobbing grenades. Now trapped in a deadly game of hot potato, Tiberius concluded that he was going to kill the first asshole scientist he saw. It can't take that fucking long to open a door, can it?

Almost as if on command, the door to the lab swung open and a scientist motioned for him to run inside. Gathering his things, Tiberius jumped up and sprinted to the door. Once he reached it, however, he took cover behind it, checked his SVD's ammo, actioned the rifle, swung out and dropped to a knee, and blew a hole through the head of the fourth soldier. That done, he ducked into the safety of the lab with the scientist, whom he promptly glared at the scientist. once the door was closed.
"блядь."

The inside was just as boring as it always had been, except for one oddity. There was another STALKER already there. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, Tiberius approached the man, crossed his arms, and asked, "Så hvem er du? Кто ты, Сталкер?"

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Suffering from an addiction to Fallout 3 and snack sized doughnuts.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Seems good enough to me. You better be prompt about opening that door, though.

Also, your post was beautiful. I've never seen fuck used so many times in a grammatically correct sentence.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

That is akin to the rare and majestic unicorn. Also, meeting anywhere near Yantar sounds lovely as there are three, angry, Ukrainian men near me and I can't shoot at close range for shit, so that problem will persist until A. Someone runs out of ammo, B. I get exceptionally lucky and kill them, or C. Someone saves my ass. Also, this picture seems appropriate.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Good to know. New task: die getting a Hind or die trying.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

After a few hours of non-stop hiking, hiding, and sprinting short distances away from wild dogs, Tiberius made it into the Yantar area in a single piece. The first hurdle of getting in done, he now began preparations for the bothersome and slow process of getting through all those pesky Stalkers that were too greedy for their own good and got themselves zombified. Or to an astronomical level of ineptitude that makes Forest Gump look like a genius and a track star. One of the two. Tiberius hadn't the time to ponder it for money and alcohol were calling his name.

He surveyed the immediate area carefully, and finding a sizable tree that still had most of its leaves, he scaled it and perched himself near the top, his back braced against the trunk and his SVD resting in his lap. Extracting his binoculars, Tiberius carefully panned across the area between himself and the Yantar mobile lab, memorizing every zombified Stalker's location and movement patterns. Satisfied that he'd spotted them all, numbering 17 in total, he began to dispatch them one by one. Aim. Inhale. Finger on the trigger. Compensate. Squeeze. Exhale. Revel in the gore. Charge piece. Rinse and repeat. He downed most of them in this manner, taking a few nicks from the erratic firing of the zombies that had working guns. He was then interrupted quite rudely by an angry military patrol that didn't seem to like his being in Yantar. Tiberius might have been able to talk his way out had he not yelled, "Перейти подальше Вам мутантные чертовски сук!" They took particular offense to that.

Tiberius tagged one of them near instantly, the unfortunate man's brains exploding out the back of his helmet. The remaining four opened fire immediately afterwards and caused him to nearly fall out of the tree and break his neck. This was not his preferred mode of combat. The enemy could actually see him and posed a real threat.

Once they paused to reload, Tiberius drew his knock-off, Soviet-made Colt 1911, emptied the magazine into the patrol, hitting one in the knee and knocking off another's helmet, then kept out of the tree and ran his ass off to get behind the protective walls surrounding the lab. On his way there, gunfire from the few remaining zombies and the now reloaded patrol peppered the area around him. Once at the door, he beat on it and yelled at the scientists to open it in Norwegian, Russian, and English, hoping they were there, before taking cover behind the walls and getting ready for a shitty situation. He leaned out and tagged a second enemy in the chest and quickly took cover again, mumbling "Damn, I picked the wrong day to leave the hideout."

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

So I'm curious, what's the stance on vehicles? Say, if I find an abandoned military outpost with a working jeep, can I drive it until it runs out of gas or explodes from a single bullet like in that one mod?

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

Well, it's better than nothing. Certainly better than trying to play it by memory. Frankly, I couldn't give directions for shit when it comes to the Zone. Plus I've never played Clear Skies or Pripyat.