No guns, no knives, only beasts
S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
But what if you could not only survive it, but tame it?
I am Bohdan Beastmaster, aspiring wrangler of all the radiation-twisted insults to God that occupy the Zone.
And immediately after slipping through a crack in the perimeter wall, thats exactly what I do.
I name him Ham, and can just tell that were going to be best friends for life.
Im not the first one there.
Seconds later:
Yes, Eric.
The anomaly thing, on the other hand, could hardly go worse.
Mysterious soldiers crash my scanning party, only to be attacked and picked off themselves by unseen assailants.
Ham, wherever he was, was no help at all.
I awake to the hum of gravitational anomalies and the growl of a stray dog gnawing on my trousers.
Maybe he wants to be friends?
What a nice man.
Ill be sure to keep my pets away from him.
This looks like a job for Bohdan, and whichever hungry claw blobs I can find around here.
Sadly, there was no longer a war to fight.
Foolishly, however, I fail to consider the patrolling soldiers that sweep the settlements outskirts.
On approach, I see that he too is being accosted by a small band of would-be thieves.
Could this be a chance for redemption?
The immediate surroundings arent very forthcoming with helpers.
A bombed-out house looks promising, and contains some valuable medkits, but is still devoid of recruitable horrors.
Instead, I find one last, lone Flesh, snuffling around in the darkness.
Perhaps the offspring of my previous cohorts?
Hell follow me around the shed, and jump up if I move suddenly, but he is not.
Clearly, Bohdan Beastmasters taming skills are beyond even the comprehension of myself, and/orGSC Game Worlds QA department.
He even does a sploot when I stop for him, like a vast tumorous corgi.
Together, wed march up the hill and vanquish the tracksuited scum.
Together, wed free the debtor and claim our prize.
Together, wed… ah, alright lads.
Nah, hes with me.
