2by weaponising its monsters instead of shooting its guns, my one-with-nature experiment was yielding mixed results.
A trip to rescue a Catholic stalkers treasured icon nearly solves both my problems at once.
Sadly, not even the Zones deadliest hunters are a match for the Zone itself.
IsntA-Life supposed to be broken?
Why does it keep spitting out roaming bands of dickheads to kill my pets on sight?
The problem, I decide, is that Im adopting them from the wrong places.
All the more infuriating, then, when none of that happens.
And just like that, its back to moping.
Still, I oblige, heading off to explore the terrain and scale an unfinished high-rise.
If it pans out I can at least have the slightest taste of what successful beastmastering would vaguely resemble.
Its another Bloodsucker, and yes, hell do.
The bandits from earlier, too, have finally abandoned their camp.
Its the vehicle yard where Id previously dodged that lone shooter, and he willalsodo.
Maybe the first fella left.
The sucker is relentless, shrugging off multiple point-blank buckshot shells before felling him as well.
Im satisfied, though, with this positive K/D ratio.
Hey Semy, isnt that funny?
Alright, Get lost, I hear ya.
