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S.T.A.L.K.E.R AiE Chapter 3

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>A damp corridor opens itself before your eyes, the walls being made out of cement, with an occasional red marking.
>The paint being deteriorated, small flakes of this red paint being illuminated on the ground by your flashlight.
>You know this place, and you wish you would’ve stayed away from it.
>The Laboratory X-7.
>The most dreadful place you know, this abandoned underground facility.
>Why did they make it?
>Why did they want to play god?
>Why did they engineer such horrible things.
>But it was all a lie, and you knew it.
>Because you experienced it first hand.
>Alone.
>They wanted to experiment.
>They wanted to study things they could not understand.
>They wanted to know how the universe, our own home planet worked.
>What made it tick?
>What made it so important?
>It all came crashing down when the first emission hit the Zone and its unprepared inhabitants.
>You know what you must do.
>You already have what you were looking for.
>The documents for the ISG, the documents that the scientists left behind.
>You have no idea what they are, and you don’t want to know.
>What hellish information could they hide?
>You bolt out into running yet again, as you hear inhuman voices behind you.
>Children laughing in the walls, chanting coming from below the floor.
>The Controller is here.
>Your head hurts, the world spins.
>You feel like puking, but you have to get out.
>You have to stay as you.
>You hear whispers as you run, whispers that promise for all this madness to end.
>For the pain to stop.
>Your head is pounding, your heart beating.
>It wants you to stop, to turn around.
>Cold sweat streaming down your face, you force yourself to run for your life.
>For your existence.
“I am”, you whisper.
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>You wake up in cold sweat.
>You can still feel your heart pound, and still hear the chanting.
>It is quick to die.
>You rub your temples, and notice something.
>Sunlight.
>You feel the wind, gently tickling your cheeks.
>You raise yourself from your resting place, and look around.
>A field, a green field, reaching out to the horizon.
>You see mountains, sharp like needles, cutting through the air like knives.
>You raise yourself to a sitting position, and take a deep breath.
>Your initial reaction is to quickly throw your backpack to the ground and reach for your vest.
>You breathe heavily, your heart still pounding because of your nightmare.
>You pull out a Moonlight, the same artifact Hunter gave to that Rookie.
>It’s warm, and gives a tingling sensation, making your arm shiver a bit.
>You bring the artifact closer to your ear, and hear a small humming voice.
>Okay, seems to be working, you hope.
>You put the artifact back inside your vest, and pull your backpack towards you.
>You open the front pocket, and pull out a small chip, and a bottle of pills.
>You put the chip into a slot placed on your neck, and then remove your gas mask.
>You open the bottle, and take one pill out.
>The pill is bright red, with a small radiation warning symbol on it.
>You quickly throw the pill in your mouth, and swallow.
>So, full psychic resistance that you have, technically you could walk to the brain scorcher and back.
>You close the bottle, and take a look around you.
>So either you are dreaming after a nightmare or you really are standing in middle of a green field.
>Reminds you of Siberian taiga.
>You sigh, and put your gas mask inside your backpack, close the pocket, and equip the backpack.
>You raise yourself from the ground, and pull out your shotgun, a SPAS-12.
>You have engraved your own name in its stock, Max “Baz” Bazarov, and right below it, “Shooty”, that being your gun’s name.
>Hell, your drunken ass engraved both of them on this weapon, and thus you’re stuck with them.
>Even though it is a really good gun, you sometimes wish you’d have something for longer range.
>You cock it, and flip the safety off and on, and then put it on your back.
>Okay, hold up Baz, what now.
>You’re in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of your comrades.
>What happened?
>Are they okay?
>Is the rookie okay?
>Did they died?
>So many questions, no answers.
>You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and concentrate.
>You can smell the grass, smell the trees, but they’re not what you’re used to.
>This is not the Zone.
>You open your eyes, and turn around.
>You smile, and start walking, cutting yourself through the tall grass, leaving a trail behind you.
>This is the way.
>You can feel it.
>Stories of you finding artifacts without detectors, finding a way through any anomaly field, they’re all true.
>It is no coincidence they call you “The Searcher”.
>For you always find a way.
>If there is one, that is.
>They have asked you why, and how.
>You always smiled, and just said “Baz knows, he has good instinct”, which was true.
>You just knew.
>It was always like this, you just knew.
>Even before you entered the Zone.
>You start humming, bringing some voice to your silent journey across the fields of green.
>The nightmare you had crosses your mind.
>You sigh, and start walking a bit slower.
>That dreaded place.
>That dream.
>It has been torturing you.
>Making nighttime and sleep dreadful.
>But that’s how you met one of your best friends, the scientist, Visor, a real stalker in heart.
>That was the beginning for Death Guard.
>You smile warmly, your mind being filled with memories of the old.
>Your first meeting with Hunter, the first mission with him.
>Good times.
>And now you’re the best group there is.
>The best group of mercs, that is.
>Your train of thoughts is broken by a voice, a high pitched scream coming from the heavens above.
>A hunting cry of an eagle.
>The voice came from behind.
>You turn around, and see an eagle, soaring across the blue sky.
>It’s very high, maybe a kilometer or two up.
>You shrug it off, and continue your journey.
>But something keeps bugging you.
>Something was off, something was very wrong.
>The eagle.
>What was so wrong?
>The eagle...
>It wasn’t an eagle.
>You turn around yet again, and this time see properly.
>It’s huge, and it’s diving for you.
>You waste no time trying to comprehend what the fuck it is, and instead bolt running forwards.
>You spot a trees, not far from you.
>An edge of a forest?
>No... Rather trees growing in a riverbank.
>That’s your domain, your hope.
>You can hear another eagle scream, this time to your right.
>It’s higher in tone.
>You take a glance to your right, and spot another eagle thing.
>This time it’s only a few hundred metres away from you, and you can see it in whole.
>A lion with a beak, with huge wings.
>A Gryphon.
>You get into the woods, and hear another scream.
>Where the fuck are you?
>Gryphons?
>Fucking really?
>You’re panting heavily, and can feel sweat streaming down your face.
>Never have you faced flying mutants before.
>But this is not the Zone.
>You’re lost, but not quite.
>You’re The Searcher, and you have to find a way out.
>You take a look outside of the forest, into the green fields, and see the two majestic creatures land.
>One of them is clearly larger than the other, maybe a male?
>But something’s off.
>They’re talking, or that’s what it looks like.
>You stare at the two gryphons, and they spot you.
>Okay, now you can hear them argue.
>They are definitely talking.
>Oh sweet lord, the bigger one jumped into the air, and is currently flying towards you.
>You run deeper into the thicket, but you can hear it already.
>It’s fast, faster than you.
>A miracle that they didn’t catch you back then.
>It crashes through the foliage, and spots you.
>It lets out another scream, and jumps towards you.
>Jesus fuck, it closed a distance of 10 metres in a single leap.
>It tackles you on the ground, and raises one of its talons to strike you.
>Then it gags, like its about to puke.
>It gurgles, and then falls on top of you.
>Thank God you were fast enough to pull your knife out.
>You stabbed the thing into the gut, and twisted the knife.
>Man, it weights a lot, maybe as much as a chernobyl dog.
>You push the thing off you, and then pull out your knife.
>It’s bloody, and so are you, your stomach being covered by the beast’s blood.
>You sigh heavily, and raise yourself from the ground.
>Only to be tackled by something.
>You can hear incoherent screaming, vaguely resembling english.
>This one is not as heavy as the other one, and you punch the thing in the face.
>It flinches and fists its talons, and punches you.
>Hold the fuck up. It punched you?
>It fucking PUNCHED YOU?
>Oh it’s on.
>You hit the thing in its throat with your knife’s handle, and quickly roll on top of it.
>It grabs at your vest, and throws you over its head.
>Now that the two of you are separated, it has the upper hand.
>It is more agile and has a sharp beak and talons.
>Fucking Gryphons.
>It glances at its dead companion, and sighs.
>Then it gives you a murderous glare, and leaps forwards.
>You are quick to dodge it by jumping to your left, and tumbling forwards, bolting up and then running towards the gryphon.
>You land a kick on its right wing, and you hear a sickening snap.
>You can’t help but grimace at that, it sounded disgusting.
>The gryphon lets out an ear piercing scream, and it jumps away from you.
>Its right wing now lifelessly hanging, it looks way less intimidating.
>It look almost sad.
>You pity the creature, knowing that it will die soon.
>Even it seems to realize that.
>It gives you an angry glare, and rushes towards you.
>This time you counter it by kicking it to the jaw.
>It falls on top of its wing, yelping in pain.
>You walk to it, and ready yourself to deliver the finishing blow.
>It looks you in the eyes, almost like pleading for mercy.
>Shieet, you almost feel bad for hurting it.
>It spits on the ground next to it, and opens its mouth.
>And speaks.
>Your brain freezes, and you can’t understand what it says.
>But you know it was english.
>”Hey”, it croaks, “You hear me?”
>Okay, it spoke english, now you know.
>Not the first non-human thing to do so, but at least it’s not making your brains go pop.
>You nod, and move a bit closer to it.
>It sighs, and gets up from the ground.
>You grimace as you see its wing.
>Looks pretty fucked up yeah.
>Man, it’s dislodged and probably broken.
>”Figured you could talk, clothes and all”, it smiles awkwardly.
>You can hear the pain in its voice, and realize it’s a female.
>Obviously, it’s smaller, and has a feminine voice, but still harsh, a bit tomboyish.
>You try to return the smile, but its forced.
>You shouldn’t feel so bad about hurting this gryphon, but for some reason, you are.
>You’ve killed men that have pleaded for mercy.
>Hell, you’ve backstabbed men that thought you were their ally.
>The whole scene feels almost comical.
>A dead gryphon not so far from you.
>You have a bloodied knife in your hand, and your stomach is coated with crimson.
>And in front of you is a predator that tried to hunt you.
>But it failed.
>They both did.
>You smile weakly and holster your knife.
>It raises an eyebrow, “Huh? You kinda got me here dude, why aren’t you y’know, finishing what you started?”
>Your smile widens, and you shake your head.
“Baz no need to kill bird thing, showed it he stronger.”
>It smiles weakly, and sits down.
>Still, it could’ve killed you. Just like the other one.
>If they would have stabbed you, not punched you.
>Only Hunter can punch you to death.
>And he punches with knives, so you’re not sure if it really counts.
>Anyways, you’re the victor.
“Baz won’t kill you, he pity you, you weak”, you smile at the thing, and kneel down.
>It’s in no position to try to kill you, it’s been beaten both mentally and physically.
>You hope.
>”Pfft, dweeb.”
“No, I is Baz”, you are quick to correct her.
>”Whatev-”, she gasps, “Y’know... You could’ve just stabbed me to death, not dislodge my wing...”
>You chuckle, and stand up.
“Baz take his leave now, has to find his comrades.”
>Well now, she looks confused as hell.
>She takes another glance at her wing, and grimaces, then turns to you.
>”So, you wound me so I can’t hunt, or get out of here, and just leave me for dead?”
>You nod, and smile warmly.
>Her beak hangs agape, and she points at you.
>She makes a few jabbing motions with her talons, and then turns around.
>Oh boy, here we go.
>”Shoulda just killed me, fucking freak.”
>Your grin, it’s almost funny.
>Deep beneath your almost creepy look, you had a true merc’s heart.
>You enjoyed things like this.
>You lean on a nearby tree, and think for a moment.
>So... A wounded gryphon in front of you, another dead behind you.
>You have no idea how long the journey is, and it might be long and lonely.
>It’s like that time when you were in Yantar, and you took that kid with you, showed him around.
>Then he joined the Duty and you haven’t seen him since.
>This might be the kid for you.
>That small voice that brings you joy.
>Silent, inner monologues aren’t fun once you have them all the time y’know.
>You could take this creature with you.
>Or you could take the rock next to it, name it “Stony”.
>Nah, that’s retarded.
“Kay, bird thing, I give you two options”, you say with a grin.
>She looks at you over her shoulder.
“I have medkit, can heal you up, but you promise me something, bird thing”, your grin widens.
“You must know good joke and know how to sing, journey boring without songs.”
>Now to think of it, do they even have songs?
>Any culture?
>Anyways, a company of two is far more fun than being alone.
>You raise an eyebrow and point at her.
“You know any song?”
>She sighs, and turns around.
>”Freak.”
“Hey, Baz might be a cold-blooded killer, but he enjoy a good song”, you chuckle, “Other option is for you to die alone.”
>You take a few steps towards the gryphon, and lower your left arm towards your revolver.
“Which one is it?”, you say with a clear voice, not the russian induced drunken english, but with a harsh tone, that demands, not asks nicely.
>She turns around.
>You can see the fear in her eyes.
>You love the sight of it.
>She nods, slowly, and turns to face you.
“You smart, like No Name, he smart, and brave, you brave too”, you chuckle, and start walking towards her, slowly.
>We’ll see about the brave part, you only said it so Hunter would take him with you.
>But you were right, he was brave.
>He did not break down.
>He followed you to hell, and might still be alive, somewhere.
>A true merc, he could have been a nice addition to your group.
>You make a few circling motions in the air, motioning for the gryphon to roll over and show you her wounded wing.
>She does exactly that, and you walk to her.
“Say, what is your name? Everyone has name, even No Name”, you ask her as you’re rummaging through your bag’s insides, searching for that yellow pack of life.
>”Gilda”, she croaks.
>You smile, and nod slowly.
>”But why are you helping me?”, She asks.
>You stop, holding the medkit in your hands.
>You place it on the ground, and pull out a roll of bandages from your bag.
>In addition to that, you open one of your vest’s pockets, and pull out an artifact.
>You smile, and place the glowing orb on the ground.
>It’s different than the Moonlight you have, but radiates heat just the same.
>It’s like a blue marble, it fits on your palm, and weights almost nothing.
“Because Baz likes company”, you say, and grab her wounded wing.
>It’s dislodged, so you have to push it back into the socket.
“This is going to hurt, a lot.”
>As you push the wing back to its socket, she yelps in pain.
>She whimpers as you start folding the wing, and start applying bandages.
>Once you’re done, you take the artifact, and push it next to the wing.
>She glances at the artifact, and tries to speak.
>”Wh... What’s... Th-that?”
>You smile, and poke her in the beak.
“Is Soul, it heal you.”
>her eyes widen, and she sighs.
>The artifact must be doing wonders, she looks like she’s not in pain anymore, still, it’s best for her not to use her wings.
>Besides, she’s the only company you’ve got right now.
>”That’s some nice magic you have there y’know?”, She whispers, obviously enjoying the healing.
>Hell, you would too, all the pain disappearing? Who does not like that?
“Is no magic, artifact, found it in a trashcan in Rostok.”
>”Huh? No magic? What’s Rostok?”
>You smile, and poke her in the beak again.
“Rostok a town in Zone, and no magic.”
>You roll the bandages around her, effectively sealing her wing in a cocoon like shell.
>You stand up, and clean up your medical equipment, stuffing the artifact back inside your vest.
>You snap your fingers, and then clap twice.
“The Searcher is done, you healed.”
>She stands up, and you back away from her, lowering your arm to your revolver yet again.
>Even though she owes you, technically, you aren’t going to take any chances.
>She does something wrong, and it’s over for her.
>And if it happens, it’s not going to be pretty either.
>It’ll be Hunter-esque.
>She looks at you, then her eyes travel to her dead companion.
>You turn around, and see the dead gryphon.
“Oh yeah, Baz forgot about him, you two close?”
>She shakes her head, “Nah, just decided to join with him for a hunting trip, and as you can see... It kinda backfired on us”, she smiles weakly, and sits.
>You chuckle, and turn to her.
“He picked wrong prey, not even bloodsucker can catch a Death Guard.”
>She raises an eyebrow, “Bloodsucker?”, she asks.
>Well, another sign of you not being in the Zone.
>You decide to explain what a bloodsucker looks like.
“Bloodsucker strong, looks like Baz, but has tentacle mouth, like squid, but razor sharp, it eat blood, and can into invisibility”, you smile at her worried expression.
“But we not in Zone, no bloodsucker here.”
>You turn away from her, and look to the fields outside of the small forest.
>Oh yes, you still know the way.
>You just know that this is the way, the way you have to take.
>There is no guarantee you will find what you are seeking, but this is the way.
>You take a deep breath, and start walking.
>You need no guide, for you are it.
>You leave the forest, and hit the plains yet again.
>”Hey, wait, where are you going?”, She shouts from the forest.
>You stop, and look over your shoulder.
>She’s standing at the edge.
>You smile, and wave for her to join you.
“Baz must go this way.”
>”But why? You can’t just wander around aimlessly.”
>You turn around, a big grin covering your face.
“Because Baz is The Searcher, he knows the way, he can see even if others are blind.”
>You point at yourself.
“Even if you think I can’t find a way, I will.”
>You turn away from her, and continue walking.
>The ball is on her, she can either follow you, or stay in the thicket.
>You hear a few quick steps behind you.
>Good, she decided to come with you.
>The journey will not be quiet.
>You start humming yet again, the very same tone you were humming before they attacked you.
>You two walk across the plains, the scenery staying the same for the next hour or so.
>Judging by the sun’s place on the sky, it’s probably around six in the evening.
>You’re still humming the same tune.
>Always look on the bright side of life, from Life of Brian,a Monty Python film.
>You loved that film.
>The sudden lack of movement behind you makes you stop.
>Huh, she stopped, and now there’s a huge gap between you.
>And the expression she’s wearing is absolutely hilarious.
>It’s like she just now realized she’s walking around with a merc, possibly an alien that just killed her friend.
>Hilarious.
“What, something wrong?”, You decide to ask, breaking the silence.
>Her eyes lock on you.
>It’s like she has a lot to say, but is not sure where to begin.
>You can’t help but to smile at that.
>She takes a gasp of air, and begins, “Okay, hold up for a second.”
>You raise an eyebrow. It’s not like you’re going anywhere.
>She jabs her talon towards you, “What the hell are you?”
>Your smile widens into a grin, and you point at yourself.
“Baz is a merc, I do things for money.”
>”Nononono, I mean, what ARE you? Other than merc, where do you COME from? Where are we GOING? And lastly, WHY DID YOU HELP ME?!”
>You turn around, still smiling, and reach for your vest.
>You pull out your PDA, a small personal computer, made for Stalkers.
>It’s grey, with an occasional blue marking.
>You flip the thing on, and a welcome screen greets you.
>It’s a blue eagle’s head, “Welcome, Max”, written below it.
>You crank a switch, with Volume written below it in Russian.
>You look over your shoulder, and look her into the eyes.
“Baz a merc from Death Guard and he tries to find his comrades”, you turn around to face her, “And he help you because journey boring alone.”
>Her mouth hangs agape, and she pokes at you.
>You turn away from her, and continue pressing buttons on your PDA.
>You go to the main menu.
>It’s disconnected from the main Stalker hub, and all the maps are down as well.
>Hell, it’s a gigantic MP3 player right now.
>At least it’s a good MP3, but still, it’s just a hunk of plastic.
>”But why..?”, Gilda asks you, her voice being weak and filled with suspicion.
>It’s like she’s waiting for you to kill her.
>You sigh, and start walking.
“Because Baz likes company.”
>Soon enough you can hear her close the distance, now she’s walking only a few metres behind you.
>You occasionally look at the sky, or your surroundings, but for now, your PDA has your almost full attention.
>What to do with it?
>You could always play some music, or watch some videos and photos you’ve stored in it.
>You can hear your companion grumble, and mutter to herself.
>Something about alien freaks, dweebs and strange gizmos filled with magic.
>Silly gryphon, this ain’t magic, it’s fucking science, and good grade science at that.
>For this is no mere PDA, it’s a PDA made for mercs like you.
>That’s why all the music.
>You are scrolling through all of it.
>More than four hundred songs.
>Something for a journey, maybe?
>You know just the one.
>Too bad the beginning is somewhat boring, but the atmosphere is perfect for it.
>You smile, and press select.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulGQVyRpzvA
>You stuff the PDA inside your vest, and sigh deeply.
>This is going to be a long walk.
>You start walking faster, almost jumping forwards.
>You love this song.
>Gilda jumps next to you, and gives you a puzzled look.
>”What’s this? Where’s it coming from, huh?”
>You smile at her, and continue trekking forwards.
“Is music from my land”, you reply, and poke her in the beak.
>She lets out an annoyed sigh, and mutters to herself yet again.
>Below all the lyrics and music, you can hear her talk.
>This time it’s about music, magical boxes and everything bizarre to her.
>Not the first time someone questions your logic, or actions.
>Even though you have some company, she seems distant.
>It’s like there’s something missing between you.
>To her, you’re just an odd, friendly, yet intimidating and dangerous alien.
>And she’s just a cute little creature to you, although a possible threat.
>You sigh as the music ends, and the familiar silence joins you.
>It’s not so bad, but still silent.
>You start thinking about the current situation.
>So, travelling with a mythical creature, a gryphon, whose friend you killed earlier on.
>And there’s something missing.
>In the Zone, you were a walking encyclopedia of knowledge, lore and all sorts of information.
>But here... You don’t know anything, only that you have to walk.
>You could always ask her, maybe she could tell you a story?
“Say, Gilda, is there anything I should know?”, You ask her, your voice changing in tone yet again to more serious.
>People called it “The Serious mode”, but to you, it was just another side of you.
>She gives you a puzzled look, “Whadday mean?”
“Meh, just wanted to know something, talking is nice y’know?”, you reply with a shrug.
>”So you’re not from around here?”
“Nah, I’m from a completely different dimension, I think.”
>”Uhuh...”, Her voice drifts into silence, and she looks at the now darkening sky, “By the way, what’s up with your voice, it changed all of a sudden.”
>You chuckle, and pull out your PDA again.
“People say I have two personalities”, you raise the PDA, “More music?”
>She nods, and thinks for a moment as you’re searching for another track to play.
“See, I rarely talk like this, it’s like a mask.”
>You press a button, and another songs starts to play.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2-6Hm88R8U
“You see, like my group, I hide behind a mask. For them, the mask is a real physical object, but for me... It’s a mask of friendliness.”
>She nods slowly, “So that’s why you could... Just smile as I were in pain, yes?”
>You nod, and smile.
>It’s true, you’re a bit sadistic in nature, but... You’d rather have some company than be alone.
>”All of your kind this... Cruel?”
>You sigh. Another discussion of human nature? You already had enough of them with Visor.
“Yes and no, while we are capable of it, some people can’t bring themselves to do it... Even I can’t and won’t enjoy violence.”
>You’re a monster, but not quite.
>Maybe for this world?
>You’re not sure.
“So, care to tell me something about this world?”
>She takes a look at you, and sees you smiling at her.
>She sighs, “Okay, so... Anything specific?”
“Any government?”
>”Not for us, really, gryphons are like a set of tribes, ponies on the othe-”
“Ponies?”
>”Yeah, that’s another huge race to the south, and I think we’re walking towards their lands.”
>So, ponies and gryphons? Fucking really?
>Where are you? Fucking candyland?
>Japan? You heard they have some crazy shit going on in there.
>Last time they were attacked by a fucking huge lizard called Godzilla.
>Not sure if it was true, but it happened in the fifties.
>”Anyways, they claim that their monarchy controls the sun and the moon, and all sorts of other horsecr-”
“Okay, hold the fuck up”, you stop, and point at her, “You telling me there are magical ponies that can control the celestial bodies?”
>She nods, “Yeah, their princesses do it, they’re called Celestia and Luna.”
>Yeah, you’re in hell.
>Definitely hell.
>”Yeah, those two are called Alicorns, a mix of the pony races, think they got all the traits the other ponies have.”
>Alicorns? What the fuck?
“On those other races are..?”
>”Earth ponies, no wings or horn, and then there are pegasi and unicorns, you know what they look like?”
“Horns and wings, yeah, so, Alicorns have both wings and a horn?”
>She nods in response.
>Baz in the fucklogicland, fucking amazing.
“They really claim to hold power over the sun and the moon, huh?”
>”Yeah, they’ve done that for thousands of years.”
>So, magical IMMORTAL ponies?
“Fuck logic, even my own logic makes more sense than this shit.”
>You start walking again, and pass Gilda shortly, quickly poking her in the beak while you’re at it.
“Sun and the moon being controlled? Fuck that, that’s a lie.”
>She shrugs, and starts walking with you.
>”Anyways, that’s where you’re headed, their land, Equestria.”
>You stop dead in your tracks.
>Equestria?
>Now that’s a retarded name.
>And that’s coming from a Stalker who knows people whose nicknames are something along the lines of “Hog”, “Scar” and “Fuckface”.
>”Something wrong?”
“The name. It’s retarded.”
>She shrugs, and walks past you, “Beats Gryphonia.”
>Gryphonia?
>Who the fuck named these countries.
>It’s like if you called Russia Vodkaland, or Kalashnikovia, or if you called Britain Tealand, or Wankerville.
>Fuck, someone from kindergarten made these names, you’re sure of it.
>You rush past her, and then slow down.
>Fucking retarded names.
>You’d rather call this land “Grassland” because of all the grass, but no.
>It’s Gryphonia, you think.
>Unoriginal names, bah.
>Better not to focus on the names, and focus on the journey instead.
>Because somewhere in Ponyland.
>Somewhere there, is your destination.
>And you have to reach it.
>No matter the cost.
>The Searcher is on the move.
>And he has found a way.

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>A damp corridor opens itself before your eyes, the walls being made out of cement, with an occasional red marking.
>The paint being deteriorated, small flakes of this red paint being illuminated on the ground by your flashlight.
>You know this place, and you wish you would’ve stayed away from it.
>The Laboratory X-7.
>The most dreadful place you know, this abandoned underground facility.
>Why did they make it?
>Why did they want to play god?
>Why did they engineer such horrible things.
>But it was all a lie, and you knew it.
>Because you experienced it first hand.
>Alone.
>They wanted to experiment.
>They wanted to study things they could not understand.
>They wanted to know how the universe, our own home planet worked.
>What made it tick?
>What made it so important?
>It all came crashing down when the first emission hit the Zone and its unprepared inhabitants.
>You know what you must do.
>You already have what you were looking for.
>The documents for the ISG, the documents that the scientists left behind.
>You have no idea what they are, and you don’t want to know.
>What hellish information could they hide?
>You bolt out into running yet again, as you hear inhuman voices behind you.
>Children laughing in the walls, chanting coming from below the floor.
>The Controller is here.
>Your head hurts, the world spins.
>You feel like puking, but you have to get out.
>You have to stay as you.
>You hear whispers as you run, whispers that promise for all this madness to end.
>For the pain to stop.
>Your head is pounding, your heart beating.
>It wants you to stop, to turn around.
>Cold sweat streaming down your face, you force yourself to run for your life.
>For your existence.
“I am”, you whisper.


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>You wake up in cold sweat.
>You can still feel your heart pound, and still hear the chanting.
>It is quick to die.
>You rub your temples, and notice something.
>Sunlight.
>You feel the wind, gently tickling your cheeks.
>You raise yourself from your resting place, and look around.
>A field, a green field, reaching out to the horizon.
>You see mountains, sharp like needles, cutting through the air like knives.
>You raise yourself to a sitting position, and take a deep breath.
>Your initial reaction is to quickly throw your backpack to the ground and reach for your vest.
>You breathe heavily, your heart still pounding because of your nightmare.
>You pull out a Moonlight, the same artifact Hunter gave to that Rookie.
>It’s warm, and gives a tingling sensation, making your arm shiver a bit.
>You bring the artifact closer to your ear, and hear a small humming voice.
>Okay, seems to be working, you hope.
>You put the artifact back inside your vest, and pull your backpack towards you.
>You open the front pocket, and pull out a small chip, and a bottle of pills.
>You put the chip into a slot placed on your neck, and then remove your gas mask.
>You open the bottle, and take one pill out.
>The pill is bright red, with a small radiation warning symbol on it.
>You quickly throw the pill in your mouth, and swallow.
>So, full psychic resistance that you have, technically you could walk to the brain scorcher and back.
>You close the bottle, and take a look around you.
>So either you are dreaming after a nightmare or you really are standing in middle of a green field.
>Reminds you of Siberian taiga.
>You sigh, and put your gas mask inside your backpack, close the pocket, and equip the backpack.
>You raise yourself from the ground, and pull out your shotgun, a SPAS-12.
>You have engraved your own name in its stock, Max “Baz” Bazarov, and right below it, “Shooty”, that being your gun’s name.
>Hell, your drunken ass engraved both of them on this weapon, and thus you’re stuck with them.
>Even though it is a really good gun, you sometimes wish you’d have something for longer range.
>You cock it, and flip the safety off and on, and then put it on your back.
>Okay, hold up Baz, what now.
>You’re in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of your comrades.
>What happened?
>Are they okay?
>Is the rookie okay?
>Did they died?
>So many questions, no answers.
>You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and concentrate.
>You can smell the grass, smell the trees, but they’re not what you’re used to.
>This is not the Zone.
>You open your eyes, and turn around.
>You smile, and start walking, cutting yourself through the tall grass, leaving a trail behind you.
>This is the way.
>You can feel it.
>Stories of you finding artifacts without detectors, finding a way through any anomaly field, they’re all true.
>It is no coincidence they call you “The Searcher”.
>For you always find a way.
>If there is one, that is.
>They have asked you why, and how.
>You always smiled, and just said “Baz knows, he has good instinct”, which was true.
>You just knew.
>It was always like this, you just knew.
>Even before you entered the Zone.
>You start humming, bringing some voice to your silent journey across the fields of green.
>The nightmare you had crosses your mind.
>You sigh, and start walking a bit slower.
>That dreaded place.
>That dream.
>It has been torturing you.
>Making nighttime and sleep dreadful.
>But that’s how you met one of your best friends, the scientist, Visor, a real stalker in heart.
>That was the beginning for Death Guard.
>You smile warmly, your mind being filled with memories of the old.
>Your first meeting with Hunter, the first mission with him.
>Good times.
>And now you’re the best group there is.
>The best group of mercs, that is.
>Your train of thoughts is broken by a voice, a high pitched scream coming from the heavens above.
>A hunting cry of an eagle.
>The voice came from behind.
>You turn around, and see an eagle, soaring across the blue sky.
>It’s very high, maybe a kilometer or two up.
>You shrug it off, and continue your journey.
>But something keeps bugging you.
>Something was off, something was very wrong.
>The eagle.
>What was so wrong?
>The eagle...
>It wasn’t an eagle.
>You turn around yet again, and this time see properly.
>It’s huge, and it’s diving for you.
>You waste no time trying to comprehend what the fuck it is, and instead bolt running forwards.
>You spot a trees, not far from you.
>An edge of a forest?
>No... Rather trees growing in a riverbank.
>That’s your domain, your hope.
>You can hear another eagle scream, this time to your right.
>It’s higher in tone.
>You take a glance to your right, and spot another eagle thing.
>This time it’s only a few hundred metres away from you, and you can see it in whole.
>A lion with a beak, with huge wings.
>A Gryphon.
>You get into the woods, and hear another scream.
>Where the fuck are you?
>Gryphons?
>Fucking really?
>You’re panting heavily, and can feel sweat streaming down your face.
>Never have you faced flying mutants before.
>But this is not the Zone.
>You’re lost, but not quite.
>You’re The Searcher, and you have to find a way out.
>You take a look outside of the forest, into the green fields, and see the two majestic creatures land.
>One of them is clearly larger than the other, maybe a male?
>But something’s off.
>They’re talking, or that’s what it looks like.
>You stare at the two gryphons, and they spot you.
>Okay, now you can hear them argue.
>They are definitely talking.
>Oh sweet lord, the bigger one jumped into the air, and is currently flying towards you.
>You run deeper into the thicket, but you can hear it already.
>It’s fast, faster than you.
>A miracle that they didn’t catch you back then.
>It crashes through the foliage, and spots you.
>It lets out another scream, and jumps towards you.
>Jesus fuck, it closed a distance of 10 metres in a single leap.
>It tackles you on the ground, and raises one of its talons to strike you.
>Then it gags, like its about to puke.
>It gurgles, and then falls on top of you.
>Thank God you were fast enough to pull your knife out.
>You stabbed the thing into the gut, and twisted the knife.
>Man, it weights a lot, maybe as much as a chernobyl dog.
>You push the thing off you, and then pull out your knife.
>It’s bloody, and so are you, your stomach being covered by the beast’s blood.
>You sigh heavily, and raise yourself from the ground.
>Only to be tackled by something.
>You can hear incoherent screaming, vaguely resembling english.
>This one is not as heavy as the other one, and you punch the thing in the face.
>It flinches and fists its talons, and punches you.
>Hold the fuck up. It punched you?
>It fucking PUNCHED YOU?
>Oh it’s on.
>You hit the thing in its throat with your knife’s handle, and quickly roll on top of it.
>It grabs at your vest, and throws you over its head.
>Now that the two of you are separated, it has the upper hand.
>It is more agile and has a sharp beak and talons.
>Fucking Gryphons.
>It glances at its dead companion, and sighs.
>Then it gives you a murderous glare, and leaps forwards.
>You are quick to dodge it by jumping to your left, and tumbling forwards, bolting up and then running towards the gryphon.
>You land a kick on its right wing, and you hear a sickening snap.
>You can’t help but grimace at that, it sounded disgusting.
>The gryphon lets out an ear piercing scream, and it jumps away from you.
>Its right wing now lifelessly hanging, it looks way less intimidating.
>It look almost sad.
>You pity the creature, knowing that it will die soon.
>Even it seems to realize that.
>It gives you an angry glare, and rushes towards you.
>This time you counter it by kicking it to the jaw.
>It falls on top of its wing, yelping in pain.
>You walk to it, and ready yourself to deliver the finishing blow.
>It looks you in the eyes, almost like pleading for mercy.
>Shieet, you almost feel bad for hurting it.
>It spits on the ground next to it, and opens its mouth.
>And speaks.
>Your brain freezes, and you can’t understand what it says.
>But you know it was english.
>”Hey”, it croaks, “You hear me?”
>Okay, it spoke english, now you know.
>Not the first non-human thing to do so, but at least it’s not making your brains go pop.
>You nod, and move a bit closer to it.
>It sighs, and gets up from the ground.
>You grimace as you see its wing.
>Looks pretty fucked up yeah.
>Man, it’s dislodged and probably broken.
>”Figured you could talk, clothes and all”, it smiles awkwardly.
>You can hear the pain in its voice, and realize it’s a female.
>Obviously, it’s smaller, and has a feminine voice, but still harsh, a bit tomboyish.
>You try to return the smile, but its forced.
>You shouldn’t feel so bad about hurting this gryphon, but for some reason, you are.
>You’ve killed men that have pleaded for mercy.
>Hell, you’ve backstabbed men that thought you were their ally.
>The whole scene feels almost comical.
>A dead gryphon not so far from you.
>You have a bloodied knife in your hand, and your stomach is coated with crimson.
>And in front of you is a predator that tried to hunt you.
>But it failed.
>They both did.
>You smile weakly and holster your knife.
>It raises an eyebrow, “Huh? You kinda got me here dude, why aren’t you y’know, finishing what you started?”
>Your smile widens, and you shake your head.
“Baz no need to kill bird thing, showed it he stronger.”
>It smiles weakly, and sits down.
>Still, it could’ve killed you. Just like the other one.
>If they would have stabbed you, not punched you.
>Only Hunter can punch you to death.
>And he punches with knives, so you’re not sure if it really counts.
>Anyways, you’re the victor.
“Baz won’t kill you, he pity you, you weak”, you smile at the thing, and kneel down.
>It’s in no position to try to kill you, it’s been beaten both mentally and physically.
>You hope.
>”Pfft, dweeb.”
“No, I is Baz”, you are quick to correct her.
>”Whatev-”, she gasps, “Y’know... You could’ve just stabbed me to death, not dislodge my wing...”
>You chuckle, and stand up.
“Baz take his leave now, has to find his comrades.”
>Well now, she looks confused as hell.
>She takes another glance at her wing, and grimaces, then turns to you.
>”So, you wound me so I can’t hunt, or get out of here, and just leave me for dead?”
>You nod, and smile warmly.
>Her beak hangs agape, and she points at you.
>She makes a few jabbing motions with her talons, and then turns around.
>Oh boy, here we go.
>”Shoulda just killed me, fucking freak.”
>Your grin, it’s almost funny.
>Deep beneath your almost creepy look, you had a true merc’s heart.
>You enjoyed things like this.
>You lean on a nearby tree, and think for a moment.
>So... A wounded gryphon in front of you, another dead behind you.
>You have no idea how long the journey is, and it might be long and lonely.
>It’s like that time when you were in Yantar, and you took that kid with you, showed him around.
>Then he joined the Duty and you haven’t seen him since.
>This might be the kid for you.
>That small voice that brings you joy.
>Silent, inner monologues aren’t fun once you have them all the time y’know.
>You could take this creature with you.
>Or you could take the rock next to it, name it “Stony”.
>Nah, that’s retarded.
“Kay, bird thing, I give you two options”, you say with a grin.
>She looks at you over her shoulder.
“I have medkit, can heal you up, but you promise me something, bird thing”, your grin widens.
“You must know good joke and know how to sing, journey boring without songs.”
>Now to think of it, do they even have songs?
>Any culture?
>Anyways, a company of two is far more fun than being alone.
>You raise an eyebrow and point at her.
“You know any song?”
>She sighs, and turns around.
>”Freak.”
“Hey, Baz might be a cold-blooded killer, but he enjoy a good song”, you chuckle, “Other option is for you to die alone.”
>You take a few steps towards the gryphon, and lower your left arm towards your revolver.
“Which one is it?”, you say with a clear voice, not the russian induced drunken english, but with a harsh tone, that demands, not asks nicely.
>She turns around.
>You can see the fear in her eyes.
>You love the sight of it.
>She nods, slowly, and turns to face you.
“You smart, like No Name, he smart, and brave, you brave too”, you chuckle, and start walking towards her, slowly.
>We’ll see about the brave part, you only said it so Hunter would take him with you.
>But you were right, he was brave.
>He did not break down.
>He followed you to hell, and might still be alive, somewhere.
>A true merc, he could have been a nice addition to your group.
>You make a few circling motions in the air, motioning for the gryphon to roll over and show you her wounded wing.
>She does exactly that, and you walk to her.
“Say, what is your name? Everyone has name, even No Name”, you ask her as you’re rummaging through your bag’s insides, searching for that yellow pack of life.
>”Gilda”, she croaks.
>You smile, and nod slowly.
>”But why are you helping me?”, She asks.
>You stop, holding the medkit in your hands.
>You place it on the ground, and pull out a roll of bandages from your bag.
>In addition to that, you open one of your vest’s pockets, and pull out an artifact.
>You smile, and place the glowing orb on the ground.
>It’s different than the Moonlight you have, but radiates heat just the same.
>It’s like a blue marble, it fits on your palm, and weights almost nothing.
“Because Baz likes company”, you say, and grab her wounded wing.
>It’s dislodged, so you have to push it back into the socket.
“This is going to hurt, a lot.”
>As you push the wing back to its socket, she yelps in pain.
>She whimpers as you start folding the wing, and start applying bandages.
>Once you’re done, you take the artifact, and push it next to the wing.
>She glances at the artifact, and tries to speak.
>”Wh... What’s... Th-that?”
>You smile, and poke her in the beak.
“Is Soul, it heal you.”
>her eyes widen, and she sighs.
>The artifact must be doing wonders, she looks like she’s not in pain anymore, still, it’s best for her not to use her wings.
>Besides, she’s the only company you’ve got right now.
>”That’s some nice magic you have there y’know?”, She whispers, obviously enjoying the healing.
>Hell, you would too, all the pain disappearing? Who does not like that?
“Is no magic, artifact, found it in a trashcan in Rostok.”
>”Huh? No magic? What’s Rostok?”
>You smile, and poke her in the beak again.
“Rostok a town in Zone, and no magic.”
>You roll the bandages around her, effectively sealing her wing in a cocoon like shell.
>You stand up, and clean up your medical equipment, stuffing the artifact back inside your vest.
>You snap your fingers, and then clap twice.
“The Searcher is done, you healed.”
>She stands up, and you back away from her, lowering your arm to your revolver yet again.
>Even though she owes you, technically, you aren’t going to take any chances.
>She does something wrong, and it’s over for her.
>And if it happens, it’s not going to be pretty either.
>It’ll be Hunter-esque.
>She looks at you, then her eyes travel to her dead companion.
>You turn around, and see the dead gryphon.
“Oh yeah, Baz forgot about him, you two close?”
>She shakes her head, “Nah, just decided to join with him for a hunting trip, and as you can see... It kinda backfired on us”, she smiles weakly, and sits.
>You chuckle, and turn to her.
“He picked wrong prey, not even bloodsucker can catch a Death Guard.”
>She raises an eyebrow, “Bloodsucker?”, she asks.
>Well, another sign of you not being in the Zone.
>You decide to explain what a bloodsucker looks like.
“Bloodsucker strong, looks like Baz, but has tentacle mouth, like squid, but razor sharp, it eat blood, and can into invisibility”, you smile at her worried expression.
“But we not in Zone, no bloodsucker here.”
>You turn away from her, and look to the fields outside of the small forest.
>Oh yes, you still know the way.
>You just know that this is the way, the way you have to take.
>There is no guarantee you will find what you are seeking, but this is the way.
>You take a deep breath, and start walking.
>You need no guide, for you are it.
>You leave the forest, and hit the plains yet again.
>”Hey, wait, where are you going?”, She shouts from the forest.
>You stop, and look over your shoulder.
>She’s standing at the edge.
>You smile, and wave for her to join you.
“Baz must go this way.”
>”But why? You can’t just wander around aimlessly.”
>You turn around, a big grin covering your face.
“Because Baz is The Searcher, he knows the way, he can see even if others are blind.”
>You point at yourself.
“Even if you think I can’t find a way, I will.”
>You turn away from her, and continue walking.
>The ball is on her, she can either follow you, or stay in the thicket.
>You hear a few quick steps behind you.
>Good, she decided to come with you.
>The journey will not be quiet.
>You start humming yet again, the very same tone you were humming before they attacked you.
>You two walk across the plains, the scenery staying the same for the next hour or so.
>Judging by the sun’s place on the sky, it’s probably around six in the evening.
>You’re still humming the same tune.
>Always look on the bright side of life, from Life of Brian,a Monty Python film.
>You loved that film.
>The sudden lack of movement behind you makes you stop.
>Huh, she stopped, and now there’s a huge gap between you.
>And the expression she’s wearing is absolutely hilarious.
>It’s like she just now realized she’s walking around with a merc, possibly an alien that just killed her friend.
>Hilarious.
“What, something wrong?”, You decide to ask, breaking the silence.
>Her eyes lock on you.
>It’s like she has a lot to say, but is not sure where to begin.
>You can’t help but to smile at that.
>She takes a gasp of air, and begins, “Okay, hold up for a second.”
>You raise an eyebrow. It’s not like you’re going anywhere.
>She jabs her talon towards you, “What the hell are you?”
>Your smile widens into a grin, and you point at yourself.
“Baz is a merc, I do things for money.”
>”Nononono, I mean, what ARE you? Other than merc, where do you COME from? Where are we GOING? And lastly, WHY DID YOU HELP ME?!”
>You turn around, still smiling, and reach for your vest.
>You pull out your PDA, a small personal computer, made for Stalkers.
>It’s grey, with an occasional blue marking.
>You flip the thing on, and a welcome screen greets you.
>It’s a blue eagle’s head, “Welcome, Max”, written below it.
>You crank a switch, with Volume written below it in Russian.
>You look over your shoulder, and look her into the eyes.
“Baz a merc from Death Guard and he tries to find his comrades”, you turn around to face her, “And he help you because journey boring alone.”
>Her mouth hangs agape, and she pokes at you.
>You turn away from her, and continue pressing buttons on your PDA.
>You go to the main menu.
>It’s disconnected from the main Stalker hub, and all the maps are down as well.
>Hell, it’s a gigantic MP3 player right now.
>At least it’s a good MP3, but still, it’s just a hunk of plastic.
>”But why..?”, Gilda asks you, her voice being weak and filled with suspicion.
>It’s like she’s waiting for you to kill her.
>You sigh, and start walking.
“Because Baz likes company.”
>Soon enough you can hear her close the distance, now she’s walking only a few metres behind you.
>You occasionally look at the sky, or your surroundings, but for now, your PDA has your almost full attention.
>What to do with it?
>You could always play some music, or watch some videos and photos you’ve stored in it.
>You can hear your companion grumble, and mutter to herself.
>Something about alien freaks, dweebs and strange gizmos filled with magic.
>Silly gryphon, this ain’t magic, it’s fucking science, and good grade science at that.
>For this is no mere PDA, it’s a PDA made for mercs like you.
>That’s why all the music.
>You are scrolling through all of it.
>More than four hundred songs.
>Something for a journey, maybe?
>You know just the one.
>Too bad the beginning is somewhat boring, but the atmosphere is perfect for it.
>You smile, and press select.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulGQVyRpzvA
>You stuff the PDA inside your vest, and sigh deeply.
>This is going to be a long walk.
>You start walking faster, almost jumping forwards.
>You love this song.
>Gilda jumps next to you, and gives you a puzzled look.
>”What’s this? Where’s it coming from, huh?”
>You smile at her, and continue trekking forwards.
“Is music from my land”, you reply, and poke her in the beak.
>She lets out an annoyed sigh, and mutters to herself yet again.
>Below all the lyrics and music, you can hear her talk.
>This time it’s about music, magical boxes and everything bizarre to her.
>Not the first time someone questions your logic, or actions.
>Even though you have some company, she seems distant.
>It’s like there’s something missing between you.
>To her, you’re just an odd, friendly, yet intimidating and dangerous alien.
>And she’s just a cute little creature to you, although a possible threat.
>You sigh as the music ends, and the familiar silence joins you.
>It’s not so bad, but still silent.
>You start thinking about the current situation.
>So, travelling with a mythical creature, a gryphon, whose friend you killed earlier on.
>And there’s something missing.
>In the Zone, you were a walking encyclopedia of knowledge, lore and all sorts of information.
>But here... You don’t know anything, only that you have to walk.
>You could always ask her, maybe she could tell you a story?
“Say, Gilda, is there anything I should know?”, You ask her, your voice changing in tone yet again to more serious.
>People called it “The Serious mode”, but to you, it was just another side of you.
>She gives you a puzzled look, “Whadday mean?”
“Meh, just wanted to know something, talking is nice y’know?”, you reply with a shrug.
>”So you’re not from around here?”
“Nah, I’m from a completely different dimension, I think.”
>”Uhuh...”, Her voice drifts into silence, and she looks at the now darkening sky, “By the way, what’s up with your voice, it changed all of a sudden.”
>You chuckle, and pull out your PDA again.
“People say I have two personalities”, you raise the PDA, “More music?”
>She nods, and thinks for a moment as you’re searching for another track to play.
“See, I rarely talk like this, it’s like a mask.”
>You press a button, and another songs starts to play.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2-6Hm88R8U
“You see, like my group, I hide behind a mask. For them, the mask is a real physical object, but for me... It’s a mask of friendliness.”
>She nods slowly, “So that’s why you could... Just smile as I were in pain, yes?”
>You nod, and smile.
>It’s true, you’re a bit sadistic in nature, but... You’d rather have some company than be alone.
>”All of your kind this... Cruel?”
>You sigh. Another discussion of human nature? You already had enough of them with Visor.
“Yes and no, while we are capable of it, some people can’t bring themselves to do it... Even I can’t and won’t enjoy violence.”
>You’re a monster, but not quite.
>Maybe for this world?
>You’re not sure.
“So, care to tell me something about this world?”
>She takes a look at you, and sees you smiling at her.
>She sighs, “Okay, so... Anything specific?”
“Any government?”
>”Not for us, really, gryphons are like a set of tribes, ponies on the othe-”
“Ponies?”
>”Yeah, that’s another huge race to the south, and I think we’re walking towards their lands.”
>So, ponies and gryphons? Fucking really?
>Where are you? Fucking candyland?
>Japan? You heard they have some crazy shit going on in there.
>Last time they were attacked by a fucking huge lizard called Godzilla.
>Not sure if it was true, but it happened in the fifties.
>”Anyways, they claim that their monarchy controls the sun and the moon, and all sorts of other horsecr-”
“Okay, hold the fuck up”, you stop, and point at her, “You telling me there are magical ponies that can control the celestial bodies?”
>She nods, “Yeah, their princesses do it, they’re called Celestia and Luna.”
>Yeah, you’re in hell.
>Definitely hell.
>”Yeah, those two are called Alicorns, a mix of the pony races, think they got all the traits the other ponies have.”
>Alicorns? What the fuck?
“On those other races are..?”
>”Earth ponies, no wings or horn, and then there are pegasi and unicorns, you know what they look like?”
“Horns and wings, yeah, so, Alicorns have both wings and a horn?”
>She nods in response.
>Baz in the fucklogicland, fucking amazing.
“They really claim to hold power over the sun and the moon, huh?”
>”Yeah, they’ve done that for thousands of years.”
>So, magical IMMORTAL ponies?
“Fuck logic, even my own logic makes more sense than this shit.”
>You start walking again, and pass Gilda shortly, quickly poking her in the beak while you’re at it.
“Sun and the moon being controlled? Fuck that, that’s a lie.”
>She shrugs, and starts walking with you.
>”Anyways, that’s where you’re headed, their land, Equestria.”
>You stop dead in your tracks.
>Equestria?
>Now that’s a retarded name.
>And that’s coming from a Stalker who knows people whose nicknames are something along the lines of “Hog”, “Scar” and “Fuckface”.
>”Something wrong?”
“The name. It’s retarded.”
>She shrugs, and walks past you, “Beats Gryphonia.”
>Gryphonia?
>Who the fuck named these countries.
>It’s like if you called Russia Vodkaland, or Kalashnikovia, or if you called Britain Tealand, or Wankerville.
>Fuck, someone from kindergarten made these names, you’re sure of it.
>You rush past her, and then slow down.
>Fucking retarded names.
>You’d rather call this land “Grassland” because of all the grass, but no.
>It’s Gryphonia, you think.
>Unoriginal names, bah.
>Better not to focus on the names, and focus on the journey instead.
>Because somewhere in Ponyland.
>Somewhere there, is your destination.
>And you have to reach it.
>No matter the cost.
>The Searcher is on the move.
>And he has found a way.

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