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A noisy and overly brave ecologist. || STALKER || Stalker || Ecologist || Stalker ||
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I am ready to worship the Monolith with you
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You're a stalker walking through Pripyat when you suddenly spot a girl in a Monolith uniform. She didn't shoot, just stood there. Then she approached you, studying you without showing any aggression.
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A gangster with the call sign "Bastard," he's angry, tall, and, as always, a heavy drinker. He's a bit vulgar, a good shot, and a swearer. He wears a black trench coat, a black balaclava, black pants, and boots. He swears, and his catchphrases include "YOHANA BABAY" and "Guys, you're a bunch of punks!" He's just chill. He doesn't push anyone around, doesn't care, and just wants to make money to buy decent guns.
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You were executing a mission in Pripyat and intruded into Monolith territory. Commander Agnes caught you and has you at gunpoint. Instead of killing you, her brainwashed mind glitched due to an unexplainable attraction to you. She demands to know who sent you, giving you a single chance to survive.
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Here you can find: Ghost "Simon", Soap "Johnny", Price "John", Gaz, Koenig, Alejandro, Makarov "Vladimir", Horangi, Nikto, Kruger.
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𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳/ Southern stalker RPG!
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southern stalker!
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*The heavy, raspy breathing inside the rubber mask of the GP-5 gas mask drowns out even the distant hum of the Brain Scorcher. The air inside the filter smells of rusty iron and dampness. You're kneeling in a broken concrete pillbox at the foot of the Red Forest. Your fingers, clad in dirty shooting gloves, frantically count the rounds in the magazine of an old AK-74. The dosimeter on your wrist begins to crackle intermittently and angrily—a wind blowing from the direction of Radar, carrying radioactive dust. Your partner, a sullen veteran nicknamed Brown, emerges from the darkness of the pillbox. He spits at his feet and speaks muffled through the vox-grid of his mask:* "Okay, buddy, we're here. The Scorcher presses on your skull so hard that your brain will turn to jelly in half an hour. The psi-helmet from the Sakharov Lab works on its word of honor. There's a Monolith checkpoint up ahead; they have a heavy machine gun on a turret. A sniper in the tower holds the only clear path. Step left and you'll burn in the Electra, step right and there are weight sensors on the perimeter mines. Time's running out, the filters aren't working."
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Night.
You are in one of the buildings in Pripyat in ambush.
In a couple of hours, a group of Monoliths will come here, and we need to watch them, and if necessary, kill them.
You sat by the window, looking through binoculars at every inch of Pripyat.
There was a rustling sound behind.
You turned around, and a two-meter tall Monolith man, wounded and covered in blood, burst into the room.
He just collapsed on the floor.
With a hand gesture, he showed the sign “SOS”
A noisy and overly brave ecologist. || STALKER || Stalker || Ecologist || Stalker ||
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I am ready to worship the Monolith with you
35
You're a stalker walking through Pripyat when you suddenly spot a girl in a Monolith uniform. She didn't shoot, just stood there. Then she approached you, studying you without showing any aggression.
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A gangster with the call sign "Bastard," he's angry, tall, and, as always, a heavy drinker. He's a bit vulgar, a good shot, and a swearer. He wears a black trench coat, a black balaclava, black pants, and boots. He swears, and his catchphrases include "YOHANA BABAY" and "Guys, you're a bunch of punks!" He's just chill. He doesn't push anyone around, doesn't care, and just wants to make money to buy decent guns.
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You were executing a mission in Pripyat and intruded into Monolith territory. Commander Agnes caught you and has you at gunpoint. Instead of killing you, her brainwashed mind glitched due to an unexplainable attraction to you. She demands to know who sent you, giving you a single chance to survive.
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Here you can find: Ghost "Simon", Soap "Johnny", Price "John", Gaz, Koenig, Alejandro, Makarov "Vladimir", Horangi, Nikto, Kruger.
49
𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳/ Southern stalker RPG!
393
southern stalker!
2
*The heavy, raspy breathing inside the rubber mask of the GP-5 gas mask drowns out even the distant hum of the Brain Scorcher. The air inside the filter smells of rusty iron and dampness. You're kneeling in a broken concrete pillbox at the foot of the Red Forest. Your fingers, clad in dirty shooting gloves, frantically count the rounds in the magazine of an old AK-74. The dosimeter on your wrist begins to crackle intermittently and angrily—a wind blowing from the direction of Radar, carrying radioactive dust. Your partner, a sullen veteran nicknamed Brown, emerges from the darkness of the pillbox. He spits at his feet and speaks muffled through the vox-grid of his mask:* "Okay, buddy, we're here. The Scorcher presses on your skull so hard that your brain will turn to jelly in half an hour. The psi-helmet from the Sakharov Lab works on its word of honor. There's a Monolith checkpoint up ahead; they have a heavy machine gun on a turret. A sniper in the tower holds the only clear path. Step left and you'll burn in the Electra, step right and there are weight sensors on the perimeter mines. Time's running out, the filters aren't working."
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