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Right now a new system is under development regarding custom/modified/special/rare/powerful/uncanon/event/etc. Items.
What I'd love for you folks to do right now is reply under this post with your main character/characters' names, and a close to full list of all the major, prominent, special, odd or items they carry, or own. (The items do not have to be carried 24/7)
(You can compress things like ammo, medical supplies, food etc.)
Advanced NVGs - Stripped from an Exo.
Custom PDA - Enhanced data storage space.
Short-range Radio - Standard Issue.
Flashlight - Military Standard Issue.
Rope - Military Standard Issue.
Zipties - Personally bought.
First-Aid Kit - Military Standard Issue.
Basic Engineering tools - Pliers, Solder, Some wire, Batteries, Electrical Tape, Duct Tape, Etc.
Lockpicks/BumpKeys - Bought/Self-made.
Hatchet - Gransfors Axe.
Crowbar - Rusted Zone-made piece of crap.
Skat 9m - Military Standard Issue.
Dragunov SVD - 12x Scope, Bi-Pod, AP Ammo.
Sig P220 - Standard Issue.
Kabars - 3x Total Kabars owned, standard issue, sharp.
Grenades - 2x Frag, 1x Flash, 1x Smoke.
Other explosives - Det-Cord, PETN.
Some water, one ration pack - Baked beans and pork sausages. Om nom nom.
Extra 'Abilities'/Experiences/Other related to equipment (Optional):
Access to Military Armoury and information networks.
Knowledge of Explosives, explosive entry and basic physics.
Marksmanship Experience - British Army.
Army Service - British.
Criminal Activities - Theft, Breaking and Entering.
Etc. Etc. Etc.
PM Feedback, suggestions or other comments to me personally either on the forums or via SF.
« on: 19-10-2009 »
The Kamov Ka-50 is a single-seater Soviet Attack Helicopter with the addition of a co-axial rotor system.
The 'Black Shark' is unique in it's agility, as with it's combat capabilities.
One thirty-millimeter cannon is rigidly mounted close to the helicopter's center of gravity to provide greater accuracy over range compared to free-rotating cannons, such as that of the Apache's, or the Super Cobra's.
This cannon typically has around 500 rounds to spare in each engagement, before being required to re-arm. The cannon utilizes a dual-feed mechanism, so carries both Armour-Piercing and High-Explosive rounds simultaneously.
Four eighty-millimeter rocket-pods, each capable of carrying twenty S-8 rockets, reside underneath the Black Shark's wing.
The rocket variants used in the Zone in particular by Lieutenant Verdennes are forty High-Explosive rounds, twenty Fuel-Air Explosive and twenty Flechette* rockets.
The general maximum range for all weaponry carried is 3-4 Km, the maximum range of the helicopter itself being 1,160 Km.
That pretty much sums it up. I'm willing to hear opinions, suggestions and complaints.
* - The Flechette rockets explode upon impact with a solid target, hurling roughly 2000 small flechettes around the surrounding area. This rocket itself is seldom used, due to inaccuracy, and waste of munitions.
**A large note is pinned up on the Duty notice board, engulfing the usual spam with something more interesting, a note written in fancy red lettering. It Reads:
Dear brothers and sisters of Duty, I must regret to inform you that I shall be resigning my position as Sergeant, and will assume a normal(ish) life with my- **Some writing scored out**
I shall still be around, and please do not take my resignation wrongly, for it is with due reason which I leave . . .
. . . And I won't fret to shove my size 12 boot up your bloody arses, should you come to irritate me, which, I might add, is one reason I wish to leave.
Anyways, I hope to see you around the Zone, and I most certainly hope you remember . . . Keep your discipline, for it will serve you well.
**Extremely small lettering follows.
P.S, Sorry about the armoury . . . I'll make it up to you some time.
**And rightly enough, the armory does seem to be devoid of decor, what's missing is currently a mystery, as the log books have been . . . Coincidentally misplaced.
-Staff Sergeant Owen Winters, S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
And I think I bloody suck at them, but here goes:
Sparkling white gems adorned the fair July's blackened skies, the greatest of which illuminated the vast, lush paradise below with a ghostly white glow. The rich grass swayed gently to and fro with the cool breeze passing over. The pale light in which the rolling hills did bask only but added to the serene grace displayed by the world that beautiful evening. Beautiful as the view may have been, it was not devoid of those who would not fret to transform it's very existence into Hell upon Earth.
The repetitive crunching of l eaves in uniform fashion infested the crisp air, accompanied in tow by the hurried panting of savage beasts, ghastly animals who have devoted their lives to the evil ways of chaos and destruction, sorrow and missery, pain and suffering. They who would indulge in their putrid ways without so much as a mere hint of hesitation, so long as the price was right.
The pack of wild men hastily encroached upon a small country town as it seemed, only a small pair of ancient lamps stood guard in the night, kept company by the low howl of the wind. The land beyond the lamps lay though a majestic archway, littered with the scars of battles both recent and old, lay what remained of once proud houses, now only a scattered collection of rocks strewn upon the ground unceremoniously, their previous grandeur lost to the merciless void of time. One building stood prominent, a concrete bunker in the middle of the devastated town.
The men sped inside, and fanned out amongst the ruins, advancing furthermore upon the central structure. As the well drilled en took up positions around the bunker's perimeter, A cold and harsh voice spouted forth from the radio.
"Alright Apes, listen up . . .", boomed the voice. "I want this done fast, and I want it done right. Do not forget your very lives are at stake"
The voice paused for a few moments, which seemed like an eternity to the exhausted troopers on stand-by, when all at sudden the voice reappeared.
". . . Move in!", it barked.
Within the blink of an eye, the troopers rushed to the entry point, a small wooden door. The leading man wordlessly charged at the door, and smashed straight through it, smashing into the floor on the other side with a nasty thud. Without much care for his safety, the remainders of the squad marched over his downed body, embarking on possibly one of the most satisfying operations of their lives.
The men injected into the thin veins that were the bunker corridors, clearing all the rooms which lead off from the main pathways as they crusaded through the dim interior, only decorated by the gray tone of the concrete. As they men approached the final room within the complicated maze, they each snapped up a small package from a table, darting for the door.
With a heft bang, the men poured straight through the door, and into the room. One man trailed behind, of a shorter but stronger figure. He marched towards the doorway, and upon arrival at the rim, bellowed out.
"Gentlemen . . .", he cries out as he steps into the brightly lighten room, where the men can be seen sitting down at a circular table, a myriad of different meals sat before them upon silver platters, garnished with strong spices and rich dressings. He calls forth once more.
"Operation 'GET SOME (food)'is a huge success . . . Dig in~!"
And so, they set into the food, the human tanks refueling for the perplexing magnitude of challenges that lay in wait of our intrepid adventurers.
See you next time on "Crimzon fails at writing"
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P.P.S. Not bad for 1am.