So I was playing "S.T.A.L.K.E.R Shadow of Chernobyl", just trying not to die around the Army Warehouses. What with the herd of fleshes and boars running me down like it was "Running with the bulls".
Except the bulls were uglier and more beaten up than Isaac Clarke losing his mind...
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| Because it's not dead until it's a puddle of mud and blood |
Hey, the poor hippies (Freedom faction) wanted to celebrate Bob Marley's birthday with a boar's hoof! I was doing them a favor. Damn tree-hugging wussies they are...
As I was hunting for said boar's hoof I discovered a small campfire going on; only the person who made it seemed to forget you're not supposed to be in the middle of it when lighting the damn fire!
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| Uh, sir, your roasting the wrong kind of marshmallows. |
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On the plus side the random Stalker next to this place (not shown) will have a hot meal for once! Better than salami and stale bread every day, eh?
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