Full concept MODIFICATION of S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Call of Pripyat that touches every game aspect including textures, sfx, music, weapons, A.I., items, weather, mutants, difficulty and much much more!
The Stalker is ready for anything. There's a terrible balancing between life and death. Every bullet counts. Every second your destiny is recalculated.
This image is probably my most faved out of them all. That's why I saved it to be the last image posted for this mod.
Sweet jesus this mod looks fantastic, I cannot congratulate you enough on a job well ******* done.
You make the color of **** look like a glorious golden meal fit for gods.
Gods that eat with their eyes.
I know your probably tired, after all the work you've done...and the picture is absolutely amazing but...
*Every bullet counts. Not Avery.
Thanks (corrected). Yeah, I really have to catch up on some sleep now.
May not be online when the thing is downloadable, but oh well, too bad...
Such is life in the zone. ;)
Go and get some sleep, after all, it's the least you deserve after all the time and effort that you've put into this mod.
Also, you are welcome, I help where I can.
Congrats and well done. You should consider a career in this type of work.
"Here I am... A so called Stalker. It is the name we gave ourselves. The name that was chosen to represent the most suicidal human beings alive. Only a handful of us is professional and skilled though... Most of the lunatics out here in the Zone are just rookies, praying to survive every day. They die like flies, and nobody cares. Those who get to emotionally invested should have stayed home.
Not us though... We are the real inhabitants of the Zone. Both it's hunters... and prey as well. No matter how many f*cking humans you've killed, how many mutated freaks you slaughter, your life is always at risk. A friend of mine? Ol' Wladimir... One of the best. We spend at least ten years together in this hell, fighting for our bread and serving those with filled wallets. Of course, we'd also do the less-dignified stuff. Stealing, attacking camps, abandoning weaker individuals to have them die for our sake and such...
Yes, we have done a ****-ton of horrible things. But after ten years you forget who you are. All you know is how to survive. A life isn't worth more then a can of beans. Interestingly enough, Wladimir always said that we would one day escape. I stopped believing in such a fantasy long ago. Especially ever since it prooved to be just that.
That Wladimir... Survived countless raids, survived mutant giants, even escaped from a military camp once after being imprisoned. Heh... We wanted to pay the old reactor a visit this year.
Of course, after such a long time, who'd have thought that one lucky bulled fired off by a panicking rookie bandit out of a rusty pistol would take Wlad out. Straight through the one weak spot of his helmet's glass. Told him to check it, told him plenty of times... But he said 'I will be fine, don't worry' ... It's been a year since that.
My life in the Zone continues. Today it's another assassination, some trader my current boss doesn't like. I researched him a bit, has a family it seems. Just another poor soul trying to survive...
Well, somebody is gonna die today. All I know at this moment in time is the following: It ain't gonna be me. Not yet. I have invested to much. This constant struggle may never end. But I know that something special could wait at the end of this road, always changing towards a new destiny. The secrets of the Zone are out there, somewhere. Amen."
YOU should write a book
Id' read it (and do the cover if allowed)
GOD THE ******* COLOR AND SKY MAKE THIS LOOK SO ******* AWESOME!!!!
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