Machine-translated files for Farthest Edge russian mod for Call of Pripyat. Made with Google Translator. Do not expect human-made translation, but mod is only avaiable on russian and this is the only way I found for play...
Machine-translated files for Farthest Edge russian mod for Call of Pripyat. Made with Google Translator. Do not expect human-made translation, but mod is only avaiable on russian and this is the only way I found for play... If anyone wan't to improve translation, contact me and will replace the files.
Made by Ekkaia (https://www.moddb.com/members/ekkaiaa) with a magic cheekibreeki translation script.
You can use ReShade or what you want with the mod. Also, grass density at top could cause memory crashes, so set ~75% at max.
Have fun, stalker.
"Kansk is a small post-Soviet town. It is located on the Siberian terrain, not far from the chemical plant "Luch". Its population began to decline after the accident (deaths due to the accident itself + governmental policy aimed at emigration of the town's inhabitants from it). However, it turned out that some of the emigrants became chronically ill. Due to this, emigration from Kansk was legally forbidden, which, combined with the additional influx of residents due to the interest of the Territory itself, caused a sharp increase in the population and had an impact on the rapid, jumpy development of the economy, mostly due to the resale of artefacts. All these intricacies have embroiled many, from stalkers to local government. Lunev, also known by the nickname Lun, returning from prison, begins to visit the territory again on the trader's errand, only this time with a newcomer. In the already troubled town stranger things begin to happen, and in the places so familiar to him, more and more unfamiliar faces meet him. Thus Kansk becomes the scene of a tumultuous development of the deeds of those who are interested in it. Some use the Territory as a place to make a living, others to contribute to science. But there are also those who have big plans for it. And these people will not give up because of a bunch of marauders or stalkers who stand in their way."
There was a major accident at the Luch Chemical Plant in 1992
that not only wiped out the plant.
a place where vultures flocked to smell the profits
from all over the former Soviet Union.
most of them are dead you are the cheapest artifact
we call them looters for us Stalkers such methods
We were the first to risk our lives to explore the territory
and take out the normal formation that were also shining
in the vicinity of the territory like flies on honey called them artifacts
and paid good money for it among these pioneers
it was Sergei and I together with my father and visited the territory earning
both on minor errands and on tasks that not all Stalkers took on
father passed away a year ago, and the illness progressed - and the doctors did nothing.
progressed and the doctors couldn't do anything about it.
of visiting the territory hasn't left me with terrible headaches.
I can't rest. And sometimes I see in the past. Doctors say
that it's not dangerous. I'm healthy as an ox, but it keeps me up at night.
I can't sleep well after my father's death for a long time
...on the property alone for a long time before an unexpected bar deal...
didn't change my whole life, unknown to me. I offered...
a lot of money for a seemingly routine job. You'd think it would be
difficult to leave the place and bring back rare artifacts.
Well, on my way out, I got picked up by a military patrol and ended up with a big
for trespassing and confiscation of all the loot.
of all the loot for six months, I was in butcher's prison, and I gave up
But one morning they gave me my stuff back and took me out
Outside the gate, a hoarse old friend was waiting for me.
and got me out of jail. Now I'm working for him. And when
I'm thinking of quitting the territory for good.
Anyway, two days ago, a gruff mook gave me some rookie
gave me a task to find a group of missing Stalkers
for a few days now and I'm once again forced
to go to this place that reeks of abandonment
it smells of death and just stinks of something