Shadow of Chernobyl

[Arrant]

Arrant swayed slightly, holding up a second bottle before draining it. "Dun't worry Howl, I doubt them would ever come- hic, come back after that whoopin' we gave 'em, hic!" he took another swig and laughed pointlessly, then cheered again.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Korius slowly sipped his whiskey as he watched  them celebrate and smiled to himself. Oh, they won't. Because they're all dead already, as you all will be in due time as punishment for your crimes. You and all those disgusting monsters are all responsible and you will all meet your end soon enough.

[HowlTheGrayWolf]

"Ok, Arrant, you've had too much. Come on, let's get you to bed, alright?" Howl smiled and patted him on the back, trying to guide him to an open couch or bed.

[Arrant]

Arrant stumbled to the nearby house, collapsing in the doorway and falling asleep.

[HowlTheGrayWolf]

Howl chuckled, "You twat...well, it's hard to stay sober when there's alcohol all around you." He picked up Arrant and placed him on a couch and then sat down on a chair next to him.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Korius snapped the 98 back to its former look and walked by them. "Make sure you all hurry up and get sober again. We have less than 4 hours to move out. I'll stay guard at the perimeter while you all get yourselves together.

[Arrant]

Arrant stirred slightly to Korius' voice, turning around in the couch and falling off, the impact waking him up. He looked around dizzily and smashed his head back against the floor to get his conscious clearer. Picking himself up, he shook his head and walked over to a nearby desk, rubbing his head as a major headache started. Taking a seat, he pulled out his recently scavenged armor, examining it. "Holy- Howl, come here! Have you ever seen armor like this?" he looked at it closely, taking a wild guess at it's appearance. "This must be military brand! It looks brand-new, too. Where did they get this... Nevertheless, this is quite a suit!"

[HowlTheGrayWolf]

"Hmmm...it would appear that you are correct. No person within the zone could conjure up such well made armor or have the funds to buy this equipment, he would have to have connections with either the military or some PMC.  Not to mention, they all have perfectly kept weapons. Take this ak-47 for instance..." He held out the ak he had picked up from a dead mercenary. "...it's obvious that these men are here to not just seize this little outpost, but possibly eradicate the whole STALKER population. But I doubt they know what will happen if the zone is unchecked. They could even be after...the power plant, it could cause another huge anomaly, changing the zone into an even more dangerous place."

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Korius chuckled as he heard this. "Or maybe someone actually bothers to maintain their weapons instead of just letting them lay around to rot after every skirmish. Though I am interested in the armour. No one in my outpost wore that, not even the upper echelons of military personnel wore those.

[Arrant]

"I remember rumor about a 'Wish Granter' at the center of the zone... Although a faction called Monolith is guarding it. That's all I know, and like I said it's just a rumor. Maybe we should talk to the Barkeep at The Bar up north..." He pulled his leather jacket off and immediately put on the suit, smiling at the comfort and flexibility. He turned on the Night Vision and swore. "Primitive NV...other than that, this thing feels like it could take a nuke."

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Korius walked over and gave Arrant a punch in the armour's chest strong enough to knock him about 2 feet back. He shook his hand to imitate pain, though he had to admit that it is stronger than he thought. "Ah. That is pretty strong."

[Arrant]

Arrant pulled his gasmask down, sighing. "Is it about time we head out?"

[HowlTheGrayWolf]

"Yes, I'd suggest that we do that. Don't want to stick around, rather not be stuck with cleaning this mess."

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Korius turned and walked out. He went over to the gate and waited for them all to get ready to go. While waiting, Korius began making plans in his mind.

[Arrant]

Arrant looked at Howl, pulling another bottle of vodka. "Tell the pyro we're heading out, I'm going to be waiting near the gate." He walked out, inhaling the fresh air (...well, at least as fresh as you can get in a radioactive nuclear mutated wasteland in the middle of a horrific atomic zone...) before heading off toward the camp's entrance. He sighed as he leaned against one of the makeshift poles holding the poor barbwire surrounding a small part of the camp, except for where it was falling off the poles and eventually cut off near the end of camp. He watched as a flash passed in the distance, falling to the ground before being scavenged by bandits. He shook his head, taking a casual sip from his vodka.