Re: The Two Siddies (movie script)

[Basil]

The Zone has changed. I feel it in the vodka. I feel it in the vortex. I smell it in the whirligig. Much that once was is lost, for no stalker now lives who remembers it.

It began with the creation of the Great Suits. Three were given to the bandits, immoral, thickest and most deceptive of all stalkers. Seven to the Dutiers, the feared and revered protectors of free stalkers of the Rostok region. And nine, nine suits were gifted to the faction of stalkers, who, above all else, desired artifacts. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Suit was made. In the land of Stancia, in the dust of the Sarcophagus, the dark Monolith Karc sewed in secret, a master Suit, to cost more than others. And into this suit, he poured all his greed, all his rubles, all his mind-breaking power to dominate all the Zone. One Suit...to cost more than all.

One by one, the free stalkers of the Zone fell to the price of the Suit. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Duty and Bandits alike marched against the armies of the Monolith. Victory was near, but the pricing of the Suit could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had failed, that Lieutenant Voronin, subordinate of General Tachenko, took up his General's rifle. And the evil Monolith Karc, enemy of the free stalkers of the Zone, was defeated.

The Suit passed to General Voronin, who had a single chance to destroy the greed of the Monolith forever, but the minds of Dutiers are easily corrupted. And the BASTARD OVERPRICED STALKER SUIT has a will of its own. It betrayed Voronin, to his death. And some things that should not have been traded, were. History became Flint's campfire tales. Flint's campfire tales became "BULLSHIT! YOU ARE LYING!" And for two long years, the Suit passed out of the eyes of greedy stalkers. Until, when chance came, the Suit ensnared another wearer.

The Suit came to the rogue Lutiy, who took it deep into Lab X16 beneath Lake Yantar, and there, it consumed him. The Suit gave Lutiy unnatural stealth. For many weeks, it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of X16, it waited. Psy fields were reactivated in the Red Forest, and rumor grew of a shadow in the north, whispers of a nameless fear, and the BASTARD OVERPRICED SUIT perceived, it's time had now come. It abandoned Lutiy. But then something happened the Suit did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely person. A trader, Sidorovich, of the Cordon. For the time will soon come when stalkers will shape the fortunes of all.

The ZSG Presents:

Lord of the BASTARD OVERPRICED STALKER SUITS: The Two Siddies

[Zeno, Lord Camelith]

Listen to this for maximum experience: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK6KK7NhdQU

Rodent sat calmly on top of a roof of one of the rookie village's dilapidated houses. The various inhabitants of the village, experienced and rookie stalkers both, were busying themselves with preparations for the 69^th birthday of the local trader, Sidorovich. A group of rookies were shouting and swearing at each other violently, as they tried to raise a banner reading "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIDOROVICH!" above the entrance to the trader's bunker. Tables were being made from pieces of wood and various crates, and plates of diet sausage and bread were being placed on them.

A full two years earlier, Sidorovich had returned from a trip north with a stalker suit and a few artifacts. Ever since then, he looked as if he hand't aged a day past 67. Then he started acting strangely, he was prone to mood swings, and wouldn't leave his bunker (not like he ever did in the first place, but still.). Whenever people did see or talk to him, he seemed to constantly mutter about dogfood and an expensive stalker suit. He assuaged everyone's worries, however, when he left his bunker after a few days and went for a stroll.

Sidorovich was well known in the Zone, and people were coming from as far off as Limansk to join in on the celebration. Rodent was waiting for one such person. A stalker by the name of Victor, closely affiliated with Duty, was expected to have arrived the day before, but hadn't shown up. Just as Rodent was about to get down from the roof to grab a loaf of bread from a table, a small black figure appeared over the hill from the direction of the garbage. Pulling out his binoculars, Rodent looked out at the figure. It was a man of medium height, wearing a heavily modified SEVA suit with a VSS Vintorez rifle strapped to his back. A smile spread across Rodent's face, and he leaped down from the roof.

Sprinting to a small patch of trees by the road, he waited for the stalker to pass by. When Victor was right in front of him, he stepped out. With his arms crossed, Rodent said "You're late."

[Διμι]

The loner stopped in his tracks, and slowly pulled up the visor of his suit to stare at the shorter man in front of him.

"A master stalker is never late," Victor began sternly, drawing the VSS strapped to his back "and neither is he ever early. One who works for Duty, like myself, always arrives precisely when he means to, and you would do well to remember that." he flipped the safety off of the Vintorez, drawing suspicious looks from the guard by the entrance of the village.

Victor did not lower his gun, gazing coldly at Rodent before his face finally broke out into a wide smile. Clapping the surprised stalker on the back, Victor pulled out a Flash artifact from his belt. He threw the small sphere upwards, and fired just as it reached its apex. The Flash exploded like a firework in a brilliant burst of white light, illuminating the entire village before burning away in small, white glowing trails that sailed through the air down to the ground. Victor laughed as the rookies stared in astonishment at the trick.

"So," the loner turned back to Rodent as the two walked through the village "how's the old Jew been? I hope this little birthday thing of his hasn't actually convinced you to buy anything from him, has it? Good ol' greedy bastard that he is! I remember back in the day, I bought a merc suit off of him for six thousand! Six thousand! And when I tried to return it in near-perfect condition, he wouldn't take it for one and a half! Bah! Why do I even ask, he's never going to change!" the SEVA-clad medic concluded wearily, before brightening up again "I hear it's going to be quite the celebration?" he said "try not to get yourself too drunk, God knows what he'll peddle you then, and for how much."