S.T.A.L.K.E.R. is still one of the best First Person Shooters I've played in a long time, especially if you like the post-apocalyptic atmosphere from games like Fallout.
Literature
Pray of one.Predator of another.Part2
Author: Amos Chua
...Daniel tried to use whatever strength he had at his neck to jerk back above the water. His lungs screamed for oxygen. His hand moved, but it never
got ...
The hope
Author: NexAddo
...Bodies without thongs or ears, probably taken for trophies, even then I could imagine the screams and the agony. I couldn
New To The Land
Author: Eivind Hagen
..."Who are you?" Yuris voice was hard as steel. "WHO ARE YOU?" A necessity. Yuri pressed the gun to the mans right eye. He could pull the trigger and
be on his way. A solution he was well familiar with. He didnt know why he hesitated...
A Fan Fic written for STALKER by CorathSS
Author: Dire Struggle
...One thing he had learned, zombies couldn't function when the basic organs ceased to recieve any form of orders. It was more effective to destroy
the spinal cord then the Brain, the brain could be by passed, electrical impulses sent down the spine. He wondered what the brain looked like as he
spun about, running for the doors...
My Stalker's Memoir (part 3)
Author: Amos Chua
...Dwarfs were not stupid; they never were. When one way failed, another way would do. Pretty soon, a lot of objects flew upwards to the air as those
objects boxed up on the HUD. Then, those objects flew noisily toward us. Now we have to two enemies: the Dwarfs and the incoming limbs, bones, bricks,
steel and rubbish that must had remained dormant for so many years before picked up by the Dwarfs telekinesis ability...
The Well
Author: Ian Oleshkovski AKA Mad_Dog
...Suddenly, the instant spasm of a familiar feeling made him stop on the spot, ducking and covering. Not a second later a speeding silver street-car
dashed from behind a bus, calmly parked near the crossroads, and without a sign of braking crushed into the nearest lamppost, giving it an elegant yet
firm hug with its front axle. The post's ferrocrete body gave a loud screech, snapped, and loudly smashed all of its lamp racks against the gray
asphalt. An extremely heavy cast-iron lampshade, now cracked in half, rested on the exact spot where the old man would have been, had he made a couple
of extra steps before stopping...
Rumours
Author: DJDugan
...We arranged to meet at the end of my shift, inside the wire, not far from my blockhouse, away from prying eyes. I gathered the gear I was told I
would need; NBC suit, gas mask, 12 filters, binoculars, rations 48Hrs, 3 canteens of water, 2 frag grenades, 2 smoke, 24 9mm rounds for my Glock
pistol and 7 sticks of 7.62 as well as my normal equipment. Eg Flack vest, Bayonet...
Strange world
Author: Lui G
...I was driving for My life out of the zone when My veihicle slid along a muddy patch in the road. I turned the wheel left and right, trying to save
the car from crashing due to i was spinning out of control, until i collided with a tree off the road . I got out of the car to check the damage but
the bonit was completely squashed against the tree and the engine was as flat as a pancake and beyond My repair capabilities...
Battle Plan
Author: Jesse Vega
...My designation is Assault Leader: Sean Vidar. My purpose is to infiltrate the Zone, eliminate all opposition regardless of threat level and to
retrieve any artifacts pertaining to the Mimir project...
The Rain falls like the tears of God
Author: Eric Lorette
...I must have fallen asleep or passed out but I remember waking up. I was once again in the pit of bodies now full of water and other liquids I could
not identify...
The Zone is a disease
Author: Charles Buschmann
...Since there were no lights or what I suppose qualifies as
Dust & Ashes
Author: Raphael van Lierop
...People tended to become a little shy with the hospitality when they got a good look at what they were dealing with. Wandering through this wretched
town, I hadn
Shagrath, The Unknowing Newbie Saviour
Author: Chris King
...He had barely had enough money to buy a pistol. Let alone a decent protective suit. So he had to make do with some clunky piece of crap his one and
only contact had been able to drag up for him. The stories of terror that came from the zone, coupled with his lack of equipment made his decision to
enter the zone essentially suicid...
April 5th, 2010 by Musashi
Author: Noah
...Before long the massive figure of a building appeared from the mists of the heavy rainfall. As we approached a few more became visible, and before
long we came to a halt at the edge of some small, forgotten town. The steel of my pistol was cold and wet, making my hands feel clammy and unsure as I
fixed my grip...
HUNTED
Author: David Stevens
...The members of my clan respect my abilities, and put their faith in me. My talents have ensured that I maintain a key place within my clan...
The Journal
Author: BaronVonSnakPak
...Growing up just outside
Family
Author: 2NZ
...Instincts having taken over, his shoulders pivoted about the spine, the rifle ready to rid the world of another miscreant, ready to bring him one
step closer to tranquility. He blankly peered through the scope, not wanting to see the grotesque, distorted, putrid face which was once so promising
and full of life...
File 3640
Author: Martin Laine
...The door clicked and opened, in walked a man with a file, he wore a plain tan suit, his small ID badge said 'Administrator' Alexei noted the bulge
just below the mans armpit. It looked like the butt of a pistol, his fingers stopped drumming and before the man could look up he had scanned the room
once more to make sure there was nothing hidden, he could not tell...
Family
Author: 2NZ
...It was beautiful - not like the memory of his wife or his children- but like the beauty of the skeletons polished pure white by the acidic rain
that constantly pounded the Chernobyl landscape...
Pilgrimage, Part 1
Author: Duncan Gavin
...Kerensky took cover in the forest on the other side of the river. He leaned against a tree obviously warped by the Zone; it hunched and gnarled
towards the river with outstretched branches, leaning, grasping, straining to meet the stormclouds. Rain sluiced down between branches and through the
foliage, drawing lines in the mud shell Josh had covered himself with...
