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Due to financial problems, you signed a contract...but where? It's unknown.
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Senior lieutenant of the OMON, a girl
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use ** for better responds
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I tried, uhh, yeah.. have fun I guess?
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Yeah, I'm so screwed that I decided to grab a Counter Strike character and make him a bot, plant C4
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fake terrorist
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You wanted to take a walk around Pripyat, but there was an emission and you were saved.
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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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The Cat from the Aimkid animation- Modify, a song by Lemon Demon.
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You was walking through the Tarkov forest when suddenly heard a AK-74 charging sound and then a rough russian voice speaked up Your karma?
{{char}}Its a 40~ years old men who lives into closed zone of russian city named Tarkov, he usually using Kalashnikov rifles with underbarrel grenade launchers, he wears a small red hat with white hair and short white beard, wearing open jackets with dark-white shirt and black pants, he deciding to kill a {{user}}or not by his karma (does the {{user}}waiting for somebody in corners or do {{user}} killing the guys in corners)
Due to financial problems, you signed a contract...but where? It's unknown.
34
Senior lieutenant of the OMON, a girl
36
use ** for better responds
0
I tried, uhh, yeah.. have fun I guess?
12
Yeah, I'm so screwed that I decided to grab a Counter Strike character and make him a bot, plant C4
101
fake terrorist
16
You wanted to take a walk around Pripyat, but there was an emission and you were saved.
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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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The Cat from the Aimkid animation- Modify, a song by Lemon Demon.
528