They said hopefully the first step on the path of disappointment and readers, I took a big step forward. Previously, in my mission Survive Stalker 2: Heart of Chornobyl with only wild mutations that were my weapons, I discovered clues that another person was trying to overcome the residents of the region. With one of their electronic tracking necklaces in hand and absolutely no previous knowledge about their position, I began to find this kind spirit, just to this area once again slamming a door to my face.
A cold, steel, very literal door to boot. It turned out that the scientist’s laboratory was locked, and it would be the same until I went deeper than twenty hours during the bubbling faction while I was running around throwing mice that were irradiated at the sports clothes. Strong. Strong! But I was holding the collar.
Back to the mission, it will soon become clear that I don’t need to send those mice to their deaths, because the information I need from the murderers of their gangs is also available on the PDA of a corpse in a nearby cave. It was protected by a burful, a person who looked melted, almost killed me with a physical marker; A charismatic power for me to stick around, trying to bait him out so I could turn his weapons in turn. Even so, he was smarter than his cousin Bloodsucker – not only because he knew to cover his beggar – and refuse to chase, causing me to continue investigating alone.
As I did with my previous Oddjobbing, the pure peace approach that I was forced to work effectively in some consecutive tasks. I wriggled out of an assassination work by bribe the man gave it to me. I escaped from his subsequent cross -cutting by not taking blood into a sewer. I made friends with an old group of culturalists and when they sent me to get some important machines, I simply went through the men who were marked to protect it. Panic almost appeared when I was attacked by a controller, another psychotic guy, who sent my vision around like my eyes associated with cartoon springs, but he was also an optional battle that I drove water with a small brain.
However, I’m not happy. I am said to be Bohdan Beastmaster, Subjugator of the disgusting people, but I only progress in the most passive way, least mutation as possible. When I returned to the Cultist base, I rewarded a fancy camouflage sniper gun, as if the universe was telling me “Come on, my friend, do this properly.” No – I have to persevere. I accepted the gun with the same smile that I gave to Nan when she gave me a Pixar car alarm clock at the age of 17, and continued on my next goal: a military base in which I could install recovery technology.
However, once again failing to pick up any monster friend on the way, I came to the basic moments after its guardians were shot dead, then hit the attackers in the tunnels below. Those are some members of the Turncoat of the sect, who are combining the base for their own illicit purpose or really, really want their sniper rifle to return. The corridors are very tight and they are superior to me even with BEAST backup, but as usual, their completely automatic guns are not suitable for my run. I scrambled for a ladder and returned to the surface, where a man I didn’t recognize the blowe from the top of a control tower that he should kill me when he had a chance.
That did not narrow it much – I was awkward around the area without guns for hours, close friends, there were many opportunities. Regardless, he blocked my route to Gizmo installation, so the increase in the tower and disable him would be a battle that I could not place it.
His perch shell revealed bad news. Planning A is a friend statue: he goes up a ladder, so even if I go out, find a mutant and bring it back here, it will not be able to follow me and kill him for me. Planning B, ignoring him and only hoping I could install the machine before he shot me to die, it would not work, because I could not interact when continuing to fight. It was miraculous, it seemed that I could try a unexpected C plan, like an emissions-a mental storm, the whole area that caused a dead-headed-headed area.
But no – when the sky was clear and I climbed, I met more gunshots. In my eagerness for this man to die through non -Bullet vehicles, I forgot that the members of his sect immune to emissions, and all I have achieved is giving him a tea holiday in the middle of the war.
It is not good. I have no choice. He, obviously, will never run out of bullets. I went half of the area, holding the power of its mutations to wipe out experienced soldiers, and even turn my own personal tables, but this ladder would make it all meaningless. And he still shoot me.
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And with that, I failed. My promise, my promise, never killed with weapons now lying broken into pieces like this guy’s chest. Or is it? He still breathed. He was still gasping for breath. And I have a dialogue option to simply leave and leave him. I think I can escape this, as long as he doesn’t die.
Bollocks.
It ended. When I declared an empty victory that could insert a Macguffin into someone else, I imagined the spirit of my father and the adviser, Boris Beastmaster, shook my head and muttered personal insults. “I’m sorry, father”, “I whispered. living. What is good is a Beastmaster manager who cannot control animals?
I should know, really, I will suffer fate from the beginning, and for the reasons to expand far beyond a guy on a ladder. The area, after all, is near a living organism. It is Mercurial enough to kill and reward brave people. However, while we can build sensors that allow us to disturb the dirt for artifacts, or scanners can add their abnormal energy, this area has broken a lot of physical and mathematical laws that basically cannot know – never understand. And how can you tame something, even an extension, that you don’t understand?
However, if my path would end, I could not let it end with such despair abandonment of my principles. I want to say that I was a bit or last of the monster left me, and revenge on one of The Tower Shooter’s Cultist who sounded like it was the perfect way to exhaust it. I saw him hide a few kilometers south, then immediately left to find something with large teeth to introduce him.
In a supply near the southern swamps, I only saw that: a Bloodsucker, who (unlike Buren without life) was too happy to chase me back hundreds of meters back to my place. Certainly, the worshiper is still there. Being shocked and perhaps quite confused, he blew me with AK, but I had many Medkits and nothing else to lose. In his focus, he completely ignored the ray of light buried with me, and for a few seconds, Bloodsucker broke from his cloak to slash the traitor twice.
I may not be able to bend these animals at my wishes, but when that body touches concrete, I am satisfied that at least I can give them a nudity. Redemption, if not absent. And so, with a sigh and a smile, I approached Bloodsucker myself and accepted the judgment of the area, quietly falling into my hands of my final chosen comrades.
