February 2010
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Stalker: Call of Pripyat
The night is dark, so that I can barely see where I am walking. A line of bushes stands in my way; I make a long detour around them, rather than risk making noise by pushing through. Packs of blinddogs roam this area, preying on the mutant pigs, flesh, but they are always hungry and are not afraid to attack lone Stalkers. And I can hear them howling not far away.
In the distance ahead, a flash...