S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Series Megathread: Stalkers raving in the face of danger - Games

If Lurk actually does come out before June then I will jizz furiously everywhere. I remember telling myself I wouldn't bother with 1.05 because I can just wait for 1.1 but holy hell that was a few months ago.

Also that Nadronaya Soljanka download didn't work for me either.

[QUOTE=Calkkuna;22039195]Google you idiot? [url]http://www.moddb.com/mods/lurk[/url] [url]http://www.moddb.com/mods/stalker-complete-2009[/url] Jesus people are helpless. [/QUOTE] He didn't ask where, he asked which one. Jesus people are dumb.

[QUOTE=venn177;22039934]He didn't ask where, he asked which one. Jesus people are dumb.[/QUOTE] Rate me bad reading [editline]02:16PM[/editline] Also time to try AMK again.

[QUOTE=Blaberry;22039803]Also that Nadronaya Soljanka download didn't work for me either.[/QUOTE] It works for me but it's slow as Hell!

[QUOTE=Calkkuna;22039955]Rate me bad reading [editline]02:16PM[/editline] Also time to try AMK again.[/QUOTE] Yep, installing regular AMK right now.

The translations of AMK are horrible :byodood: Google translate? Anyways, it's still fun.

[QUOTE=Calkkuna;22040483]The translations of AMK are horrible :byodood: Google translate? Anyways, it's still fun.[/QUOTE] Horse radish carnage suit.

[QUOTE=croguy;22040591]Horse radish carnage suit.[/QUOTE] Oh it's from AMK?

Nah, it's from CoP, but it seems related to the terrible translation of AMK.

Well, they're not really good but I wouldn't say that horrible... Also in game:"blowout soon, fellow stalker" real life:*skies tremble by a roar of thunder* i shat myself

A question: Where does the "Blowout soon, fellow stalker!" originate from? I've seen the comic, but does it originate from something else?

It originates from the deepest bowels of Hell itself.

I really don't understand why people constantly bitch about the STALKER games AI... Have any of these people actually played, I dunno, Crysis? Maybe CoD? Both games AI is dumb as shit and yet they are one of the most played games on earth... Hell, in CoD enemies dont even run from grenades (same for your AI comrades, that never die...) and in Crysis, AI is just plain dumbfuck... Sometimes I REALLY needed to get close to the enemy otherwise they would just ignore me... The Alien AI wasn't that bad, exept when they actually tried to shoot me... But he was more interested in hitting the wall between me and him than actually going around it... I think STALKER AI is pretty good, considering most of the stuff that happens in the game is random/unscripted. Just yesterday night I got to the AA complex in Jupiter and there were lots of rodents, 2 bloodsuckers, 1 pseudogiant, 1 controller and several snorks all fighting each other. Needless to say the Pseudogiant was the winner, but then I killed it with my Zulu's PKM...

[QUOTE=Foxzone91;22040973]Just yesterday night I got to the AA complex in Jupiter and there were lots of rodents, 2 bloodsuckers, 1 pseudogiant, 1 controller and several snorks all fighting each other. Needless to say the Pseudogiant was the winner, but then I killed it with my Zulu's PKM...[/QUOTE] Zulu's PKM is so inaccurate I couldn't even aim during the battle with the Pseudogiant in Iron Forest basement, so I ran back to Skadovsk and switched to AN-94.

[QUOTE=croguy;22041049]Zulu's PKM is so inaccurate I couldn't even aim during the battle with the Pseudogiant in Iron Forest basement, so I ran back to Skadovsk and switched to AN-94.[/QUOTE] 2 shot burst of awesome :smug:

On that day I ran inside with 2000 5.45 bullets and 1300 buckshots and came out with 150 bullets, a torn SKAT-9 armor and no buckshots... It was entirely worth it just to see the [sp]Gauss Cannon.[/sp]

[QUOTE=croguy;22041088]On that day I ran inside with 2000 5.45 bullets and 1300 buckshots and came out with 150 bullets, a torn SKAT-9 armor and no buckshots... It was entirely worth it just to see the [sp]Gauss Cannon.[/sp][/QUOTE] What shotgun are you using? I've only just got all tier 1 upgrades for the striker and it's really effective. I'm barley wasting ammo either.

[QUOTE=croguy;22041049]Zulu's PKM is so inaccurate I couldn't even aim during the battle with the Pseudogiant in Iron Forest basement, so I ran back to Skadovsk and switched to AN-94.[/QUOTE] Have you upgrade it yet? Mine is actually pretty acurate for a Machinegun. I always shoot on Lower-than-crouch mode.

I used Jack's Eliminator, fully modified to level 3 upgrades, and AN-94 I picked off a dead zombie in Jupiter modified to partial level 3.

What the fuck am I supposed to do during blowouts in AMK? I was in some house and I still got damaged etc.

I was about to fight Noah and as i opened the door a bloodsucker grabbed me from behind and killed me.

"fight Noah"? you're not supposed to fight him...

It'll be funny as hell if he didn't completed the Stingray 3 quest. [editline]05:09PM[/editline] [QUOTE=Calkkuna;22041576]What the fuck am I supposed to do during blowouts in AMK? I was in some house and I still got damaged etc.[/QUOTE] If you're in Cordon, hide inside the basements of Rookie village, the underpass near the car park or the security station at the level changer. If you're in Garbage, hide inside the hangar, the abandoned Flea Market or at the Duty checkpoint. I have no idea where to hide in other areas.

Modifying guns should have pros and cons. Like 10% faster shooting for 10% less ammo in clip. Or something, I hate how you don't ''tune'' up the guns to how you like it, but just convert them into mass murdering devices with no weaknesses.

[QUOTE=Paravin;22042809]Modifying guns should have pros and cons. Like 10% faster shooting for 10% less ammo in clip. Or something, I hate how you don't ''tune'' up the guns to how you like it, but just convert them into mass murdering devices with no weaknesses.[/QUOTE] CS had a nice upgrade system but it was assed as Hell, most of the time I barely manged to have a single level 2 upgrade due to a lack of income and the fact that every technician was only specialized in a certain style, and it also had a more complicated upgrade tree. I think that: weight reduction should counter recoil accuracy should counter fire rate fire rate should counter accuracy recoil reduction should reduce aiming sway mag size should increase weight flatness would reduce reliability reliability wouldn't reduce anything

Weight reduction should increase recoil, not decrease accuracy. Recoil != accuracy.

Oh right, recoil.

Now SHoC's crashing on startup off a fresh install from steam. Bugtrap does report the file, but saving the file crashes bugtrap. It is not generating any log file either, just dumps on the game folder. [editline]01:50PM[/editline] Forget it, steam validation fixed it.

[QUOTE=Furioso;22032669]I awoke, sometime in the middle of the night, to the sound of rustling. Squinting at the sky, the moon peeked out of a mélange of thin, dark clouds. It must have been several hours since I'd fallen asleep. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and peered below. There was a shadowy figure moving about in the gloom. Was it a mutant? A person? I couldn't tell. I could feel my heart in my throat, racing, as I drew my pistol. The silhouette moved slowly, cautiously, and stopped in the middle of the clearing. I peeked at my watch - 4:09. The thing didn't stir for a long while, but all I dared to do was observe it. My eyelids drooped, though I fought to stay awake. I feverishly glanced at my watch again - 4:32 - and looked back at the clearing. In a split-second of panic, I imagined that when I'd return my gaze to the silhouette, it would be gone, just as in cheap horror films. It was still there, and I continued to observe it. The tree sighed. I detected a faint medicinal odor. Voices, some kind of stringed instrument in the distance, and a crackling fire were audible. I squinted at the sight of a white, dirty ceiling. I felt terribly drowsy. I'd go as far as to say that I felt comatose. I sat up, and peered around the room, after glancing at my now broken watch - stuck at 4:37. I was sitting on a rather stiff, but relatively clean mattress. The sun shone through several broken windows, and a slight breeze passed through them, making the tacky curtains cascade in the draft. There was a table across the room, with various consoles, instruments, tubes, and other random objects scattered across it. A massive, white cabinet occupied the corner. Brisk footsteps abruptly echoed through the room, and a bulky man with a dusty, bushy grey beard entered. He wore an unkempt white labcoat over a soldier's smock. His dirty, grey trousers had seen better days. "Hello, Pavel," he said in a hearty voice, "Looks like you're awake." He grinned. I was taken aback by his knowledge of my name. "My name is Sergej, but everyone here calls me Pioneer, or Pio." "Excuse me, but how do you know my name? Where am I? What's happened to me?" I asked impatiently, letting my bewilderment get the best of me. "We searched you and discovered your papers and letters of correspondance, of course. As for where you are, I can't tell you exactly where, but you're in the Sentinels' camp.And as for what's happened to you, we're not so sure either. One of my scouts discovered you in a way, out in the sticks," he explained. "He thought you were dead, but when he went to examine your body, you stirred, and said something to him. Do you remember what you told him, Pavel?" "No... I don't remember anything beyond last night. I'm sorry, did you say Sentinels?" It was all too much to take in. I was thoroughly confused. I had so many questions - how did I get here? What happened to me last night? "Well, Pavel, when my scout found you, you came out to him. Ha!" Pio proceeded to roar in laughter. I laugh nervously, until he regained his composure and wiped a tear from his eye. "My apologies, Pavel. I'm known for my jokes. When Oleg found you, you uttered the following," he continued. He proceeded to remove a crumpled sheet of paper from his coat pocket, cleared his throat, and read it aloud. "'The Lord is my strength and my shield, my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. Therefore, my heart exults, and with my song I shall think Him.' According to Oleg, you continued to repeat this prayer until you passed out several minutes later." Pio lifted his gaze from the paper and looked at me. He put the sheet of paper back in his pocket. "Religious men are few and far between in the Zone. Would you say that you're a religious man, Pavel?" Since I was a teenager, I didn't particularly care for God, or for religion in general. I wondered why I would unconsciously chant a prayer I'd never heard before. "I don't particularly care for God, or for religion in general, Pio," I explained. "I don't recall ever hearing that prayer, let alone memorizing it." Pioneer looked troubled. He stroked his beard, and a cloud of dust emerged and dispersed into the air. "I see." "If you don't mind my asking, are you a doctor, or a scientist, Pio?" I persisted. "Or maybe you're a psychologist, considering the questions about religion." "Just routine, Pavel, don't get excited," he chuckled. "I like to think of myself as both a scientist and a soldier, whatever the situation permits. Now, why don't you tell me what's happened to you?" I dictated the events of the previous night to him. I recounted everything that I could remember, from the point that I awoke in the trench. Pio seemed thoroughly interested in what I had to say. He never ceased eye contact. Every now and again, he'd mutter to himself inquisitively, and stroke his beard. It seemed as though Pio always had a fresh crop of dust in his facial hair, as it emanated from his beard every time he fondled it. Finally, I finished telling him of yesterday's events. He lifted his gaze from my face, frowned, and hemmed. "A very strange tale, Pavel. Very odd indeed," he thought aloud. "Corpses... bubbles... oases... you didn't drink too much of the good stuff, did you? Ha!" Pio roared in laughter again. "Don't be so serious all the time, Pavel. Laugh once in a while. It's good for you!" "I don't feel very much like laughing after what I've been through," I muttered. "All jokes aside, we do know that according to your blood tests, you didn't drink enough to start hallucinating," described Pio. He moved to the table, and procured a clipboard. "In fact, you're relatively free of radioactivity, blood pH is normal, organ function is healthy, cholesterol is low, and body fat is 11.2%... quite frankly, you're in much better shape than a lot of the usual fare that winds up in here." He replaced the clipboard. "Usually, we get rather mangy bloodsuckers with venereal diseases. Ha!" Pio roared into laughter. "Trust me, they don't taste as good as they say," he chuckled. "Pio... you mentioned something about this being the Sentinels' camp. Care to explain?" "Back when the zone was still relatively young, there was a faction known as Clear Sky. It was led by Lebedev, whose intention was to study and protect the Zone. But he wasn't above using force to achieve his goals," he explained. He strutted to the window and gazed fondly into the distance. "To make a long story short, Clear Sky was eventually obliterated mysteriously, and most of the faction disappeared entirely. The remainder formed a splinter faction, which was dubbed the Sentinels. We too, study and protect the Zone, in the shadow of Clear Sky." Pio turned to me, and his eyes glinted. Sensing his intentions, I proceed to ask, "Let me guess, Pio. You need me to do something for you?" "Indeed I do. I need your help, Pavel," he said. "Recently, strange phenomena have been occuring in the Zone, similar to what you've described. Our scouts have reported sightings of a shadow, lurking at night, just as you described. Patrols go missing, only to be found days later as putrifying, charred cadavers. As a result, we're threatened with ever shrinking ranks, and I do not wish to see the Sentinels share the same fate as Clear Sky. None of our patrols have survived these encounters - save for you. Beyond this, you inexplicably escaped a bubble without a compass, and apparently discovered an oasis, all within several hours. You're either a fantastic liar, a competent stalker if ever there was one, or the Zone seems to have obliged you as no stalker before you. You've no reason to lie, however. That leaves two possible conclusions." "I don't understand. What do you need me to do?" "Bear with me. Considering your exploits over the last day or so, it would seem that you're immune to whatever has been happening to our group. Therefore, I'd like to enlist you to investigate the phenomena," he affirmed. If you could discover what's behind these extraordinary occurences, it would be an immense help to our group. You'll be paid in full, of course," he said, grinning again. Pioneer and I shared the same goal - to discover what happened to me, to the Sentinel soldiers. I had to accept his proposal. The promise of money wasn't bad, either.[/QUOTE] I really like these stories - good job.