S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Series Megathread: No new mod releases edition. - Games

[URL="http://www.moddb.com/mods/stalker-misery/news/development-status-report"]So there we go.[/URL]

Oh god those horrible photoshops..

This looked nice [img_thumb]http://media.moddb.com/images/groups/1/8/7693/ss_aaroe_01-16-13_20-13-58_jupiter.jpg[/img_thumb] but then THE HORROR of brown [img_thumb]http://media.moddb.com/images/groups/1/8/7693/ss_aaroe_01-16-13_20-52-52_jupiter.jpg[/img_thumb] [editline]10th March 2013[/editline] [QUOTE=Sunday_Roast;39863441]What the shit?! I join the mercenaries, go to capture an outpost and suddenly a HIND arrives and shoots me while everyone else is just ducking and are not targeted for instant annihilation. [editline]10th March 2013[/editline] Gonna start a new game and hope that the hind doesn't spawn. [editline]10th March 2013[/editline] Going for the Mercenaries at Yantar is broken, due to the chopper coming to kill your ass. [editline]10th March 2013[/editline] Is there any crosshair mod that could simply be dropped onto TFW?[/QUOTE] The choppers are random, they appear in every map randomly. You're supposed to duck behind something. I just find a tree and rotate around it as the chopper goes by or sit in a bush where fuck all can see you.

[QUOTE='[Green];39862887']Welp, the king is back. No point for me to write anymore :v:[/QUOTE] You're still the king of pornographic writing, babe, I'm just a simple blacksmith.

[QUOTE=Cerusijs;39864394]You're still the king of pornographic writing, babe, I'm just a simple blacksmith.[/QUOTE] You flatter me. I could never surpass your previous works.

[QUOTE=DigitalySane;39864289] The choppers are random, they appear in every map randomly. You're supposed to duck behind something. I just find a tree and rotate around it as the chopper goes by or sit in a bush where fuck all can see you.[/QUOTE] Gonna have to start a new game later as I can't take jobs from any trader anymore, thus not being able to really boost my fame within factions enough to join them. It's going to be team Mercenary again.

[QUOTE=Cerusijs;39864394]You're still the king of pornographic writing, babe, I'm just a simple blacksmith.[/QUOTE] Holy Shit, you're back? [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76RrdwElnTU[/media]

[QUOTE=Sunday_Roast;39864440]Gonna have to start a new game later as I can't take jobs from any trader anymore, thus not being able to really boost my fame within factions enough to join them. It's going to be team Mercenary again.[/QUOTE] Wasn't there a mini-patch that fixed exactly that?

paravin you sonofagun i have to skip to the end of your stories so i can see if there's porn or not and decide whether to read them :P

I'm at work, I wouldn't dare writing porn fic on these computers. [editline]10th March 2013[/editline] THEORETICALLY.

[QUOTE=Cerusijs;39864769]I'm at work, I wouldn't dare writing porn fic on these computers. [editline]10th March 2013[/editline] THEORETICALLY.[/QUOTE] That's the way.

by the act of typing the word 'porn' you are now being tracked by the tech guys at your work

[QUOTE=Beacon;39864762]paravin you sonofagun i have to skip to the end of your stories so i can see if there's porn or not and decide whether to read them :P[/QUOTE] My person system is to wait a bit, and see if Green voices his approval. If yes, I generally skip it.

Wait, you're paravin? Damn it! I should have known earlier. Welcome back, Stalker!

did the catvatar not give it away?

[QUOTE=Lijitsu;39864709]Wasn't there a mini-patch that fixed exactly that?[/QUOTE] If so: Does anyone have a link for it?

[QUOTE=Sunday_Roast;39864960]If so: Does anyone have a link for it?[/QUOTE] Check their OP or google; provided it didn't got added in the beta edition/newer version. Also there's that one really useful ModDB profile with a lot of mod supplements; it could be there, too.

My brain has gotten too many psi-storm hits. (I had the fix downloaded at the same time I downloaded FTW3.8b).

[QUOTE=Etcetera;39864879]My person system is to wait a bit, and see if Green voices his approval. If yes, I generally skip it.[/QUOTE] So you assume that I only approve of pornographic content? Silly Etcetera, I'm a huge fanboy of that cat.

[QUOTE='[Green];39865206']So you assume that I only approve of pornographic content? Silly Etcetera, I'm a huge fanboy of that cat.[/QUOTE] You would have to have really low and twisted standards to only approve of [I]pornographic STALKER fan fictions[/I].

Loud steps could be heard storming down the hallway, and soon the door to the Command Center opened. In the doorway stood Captain Mikhael Zozul, an officer of the 3rd Special Forces Regiment of the Ukrainian Army, dressed in his non-combat dress wear – a dark green jacket, decorated with medals from his numerous successful missions. As he entered the room all of the inhabitants stood up and saluted him. He quickly nodded and went into the middle of the circular room, which was the operational HQ of the regiment. Here the non-combat officers could observe and advise the boots on the ground about the mission situation. The captain turned to his men, inhaled and exhaled sharply and said to a nearby soldier: “ Paraporschik, get me a cup of coffee. ” The officer quickly lunged out of the room in the direction of the nearest kitchen. “ What's the ETA? ” A nearby soldier dressed much like him but with considerably less medals stood up and took a sip of his own beverage. “ Seven minutes, kapitan. Ohotnik 1, 2 and 3 are just entering the mission area.” “ Very well, start the live feed. I want the operational status of the three squad leaders.” He faced the large monitors which covered the side of the Command Center, as the monitors one by one lit up. Each one had a simple text in the right-hand side corner of the screen that displayed the rank, the call-sign, the coordinates and the time of each soldiers. “ Video feed is on, connecting audio! ” Exclaimed one of the younger looking men. His face was near his computer monitor and his ears were covered by large headphones. A few seconds later, the room was filled with the voice of master sergeant Boris Bukinov. He was intrusted with being the senior officer in this nights operation, since he had already proved himself during combat operations as a ZBO. ZBO's, or Zone Based Operatives, also called Military Stalkers by the locals in the Zone, were a company of the finest scouts in all of Ukraine, which had been sent into the Chernobyl Exclusive Zone as an infiltration and reconnaissance unit. They were highly decorated, and while the amount of causalities was higher than any other branch of the military, the men that returned were extremely deadly and highly battle-trained veterans. “ We're nearing the drop zones. Audio and video feeds are now online with the HQ, so radio silence without permission to speak. I will go over the basics once more. Gamma One and his men are on sniper support, they will cover us when we breach and will provide assistance when we make our way out of the facility. Foxtrot One will provide engineering solutions. They will juice up the main generator outside of our operational area. And if you didn't get it during the many debriefs – we'll be hitting up the main administration building. Our goal is the data archive room. Any final questions? ” He looked around the helicopter at the faces of his squad. All were combat proved Military Stalkers, some older, some younger, but all of them knew how critical it was to keep their wits sharp and their head cool under fire from a mercenary, in the jaws of a beast or while fending off the claws of a hundred rodents. One of the men raised his hand and spoke up. “ Da, starshina, u menja vopros! When can I take a piss? ” Laughter broke out among the squad, however it was soon cut off by the sergeant. “ Dubinski, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to piss your pants in the field. Get your gear operational, we land in three mikes.” The helicopters approached the Military/Administrative complex PAP. Before the Chernobyl incident it was used as a stove factory, and it employed around 300 men and women from the area. The products made here were shipped all around the Ukrainian Socialistic Republic and was even exported to further areas such as the Baltics and the Caucasus. After the Zone was formed it quickly was abandoned and the complex sat rotting for a decade, before the 191st Rifle Company used it as their HQ. They were responsible for looking after a medical platoon that did experiments on detained trespassers of the Exclusive Zone. When the military had to do a massive evacuations during the end of 2012 due to increasingly heavy attacks by both wildlife and armed groups, the company and the non-combat personnel were evacuated, however the documents regarding the experiments were left behind, which poised a huge threat to the Government of Ukraine, who had legalized experimentation on human individuals. This could easily be shaped as a human rights crime and create certain problems for the ruling elite of the country. “ This is Preacher One to Glaza. Do you read me?” Mikhael looked at his stopwatch. Right on time – 6 AM. “ This is Glaza. We read you loud and clear, Preacher One. ” “ Video and audio check. ETA 2 minutes. ” As the twenty two men of the three squads checked in before their descent, Boris once more laid the schematics of the building in his mind. The archives were in the upper basement level, just above the testing labs, and below the reception and offices. They will arrive 500 meters outside the entrance door of the building. The engineers would have a separate landing zone from them and Gamma, and they would have to proceed just 200 meters before starting work on restoring the power. As all of the men held their breaths, their earphones were filled with the low voice of Mikhael. “ This is Mikhael Zozul, Glaza confirms – mission is a go. Good luck out there. ” The ramps lowered and 20 men stormed out of the aircraft. Once they had secured the perimeter, the snipers deployed their weapons and set their sights on the complex. Their landing zone was chosen to create the biggest vantage point for the snipers as possible. They would serve as eyes and ears for the men who would be trapped in the admin building. Boris waved for his men to move out, and they carefully started making their way to the entrance. It was as quiet as it was expected, and the forward scouts had reported no contacts in the complex just a few days ago other than a pack of dogs. Still, it served well to be vigilant, and the sergeant did not ignore any safety measures. Three minutes later they had arrived at the main door and were getting ready to breach. At this moment the Foxtrot squad checked in. “ Glaza, this is Foxtrot One. We have secured the power generator and are now working on getting it running. No enemy contacts spotted. ” Mikhael could not have been more pleased. All of his worries were about the engineers, since they would be exposed and cut off if an attack was launched against them, and while they had the heaviest support guns, they were just that – weapons made for support roles. Heavy machine guns would not be able to protect them against a sustained assault. He glanced around the room and grabbed his warm cup of coffee, smiling as he put it up to his lips. However his enjoyment was quickly cut off, as the video feed to the main assault squad went static. “ What the hell? Bljin, Medvedev, get that damn feed online. Preacher One, do you read me? ” “ Loud and clear Glaza. ” “ We just lost your video feed, report. ” “ Nothing out of the ordinary. We entered the building and are now proceeding down the stairs to the archive room. ” “ I want regular audio check-ins until we restore the video feed, Preacher One. ” Tech failed sometimes, it was no secret, but there was something off with this situation. The entire squad displayed only static, yet their audio feeds were functioning perfectly. The gear was completely the same to all three squads, so there should have been problems with Gamma and Foxtrot. While Mikhael started discussing in his mind if the missions should be canceled due to tech problems, Preacher squad reported in once more. “ This is Preacher One, we're at the archive door. Proceeding using identity cards... ” A beep could be heard as the squad used the head scientist access card to enter the archive room. “ We're in. ” A few moments later another voice sprang up on the comms. “ This is Preacher Six, permission to speak? ” “ Roger, permission granted. ” “ Sir, take a look at these walls. ” “ What the hell? ” Mikhael snapped than snapped out of his thought. “ Preacher One, report, what do you see? ” “ Sir, you would not believe your eyes. They're.. chalk drawings. ” “ Repeat that? ” “ Chalk, sir, I see a large drawing of a cat playing with a mouse.” The captain went completely pale. The cup slipped from his hands and smashed on the laminated floor, the warm contents spilling everywhere. There was a lump in his throat, he could barely speak. He did not feel or see his assistant run up to him, he had to do one thing, he had to say one thing. He mustered all the will he had and spoke up. “ Abort mission. Abort mission now. ” ” Sir, there is nothing here, we are just at the safe, we ca-- Wait, that's odd, you hear that? ” “ Abort mission. Abort the fucking mission! ” Mikhael was now screaming into the comms, yet there was no response from the Preacher squad. “ Preacher One? Come in Preacher One, god fucking damn it! ” Seconds went by, yet in the room they felt like hours. The silence was deafening, everyone was at the edge of their seat. And then, there was a single response. It was the sergeant. “ I am sorry, Katya, I am so sorry. ” A gunshot bellowed out from the audio feed, and it cut silent. In a few seconds eleven more shots were heard from all of the squad member feeds. ''OPERATIVE KIA'' decorated the twelve monitors. “ Preacher One? Preacher One, do you read? Boris? Please, come in, Boris! ” The ground disappeared from underneath him and he fell on the floor. This was impossible. It could not be. It was without any logic. He remembered that name. A year ago he was commanding a squad, who were sent on a combat mission on the outskirts of the Zone to check for any roaming creatures. Yet he and his squad got lost. They had stumbled on an abandoned farm house in the middle of the night, long after they should have been extracted from the area, and when they went inside he found a woman and her two children. The young ones were drawing on the walls with a set of chalk that was so dirty, you could barely make out the original color. He was a young officer back then and believed in everything his superiors told him to do. So he ordered the men to take care of the trespassers as per the official rules of the Exclusion Zone. The soldiers lined up the mother and the eldest child, a boy of about 15 years, against the wall and executed them with a pistol shot to the head. The youngest one, a thirteen year old girl, was then raped multiple times by several of the soldiers and then knocked out. In the morning they brought her along with them back to the headquarters of the 191st Rifle Company. What happened to her afterward he didn't know. When the military was pulling out of the area, one of the soldiers entered her cell and put a bullet in her skull. He was there, he stood outside, he heard the gunshot. He heard her scream. Katya Borilova was killed by Boris Bukinov, and he was there to check her body. One of the junior officers ran to him and shouted out for orders, but he could not respond. Could it really be her? As he wiped the sweat off of his brow he looked up at the monitors, but now every single one of them was static. Chatter erupted in the room as attempts to contact the squads were made, but there was only one response. “ Mikhael, she knows who you are. ” And then a gunshot.

*check for porn near the end* *read story* [editline]10th March 2013[/editline] ok that gave me goosebumps

This is a quiet time for me at work, so I can write as much as I want to. Love weekend shifts.

fuck i just realized page 34 will never be reached ever again damn i want some of those hot bloodsucker rape stories back ;(

Requesting Beac to seperate Paravin's stories into parts and put them into Redux 2.0 because that story above is awesome as hell.

[t]https://dl.dropbox.com/u/3676303/xrEngine%202013-03-10%2023-58-24-29.png[/t] this guy's shadow makes him look like a Dark One from Metro

WIP [IMG]http://puu.sh/2fKUG[/IMG] Any suggestion?

[QUOTE=rikimaru6811;39873245]WIP [IMG]http://puu.sh/2fKUG[/IMG] Any suggestion?[/QUOTE] Use a smaller, neater font for the buttons. If I were you I might try and find some way to "integrate" the mutant image more; currently it looks a bit out of place.

Scrapped work that I forgot to post: [IMG]http://puu.sh/2fMcI[/IMG] And here's an *improved* version of the first one: [IMG]http://puu.sh/2fMcB[/IMG] Suggestion?

[QUOTE=rikimaru6811;39873546]Scrapped work that I forgot to post: [IMG]http://puu.sh/2fMcI[/IMG] And here's an *improved* version of the first one: [IMG]http://puu.sh/2fMcB[/IMG] Suggestion?[/QUOTE] What are these menus for? I think they look pretty darn good, btw.