Folklore File?

[Stojespal]

Hi, I'm back! With very little time, so I'll be quick:

Does anybody know if the "Local Folklore" articles are in a text file somewhere? Or has anyone compiled them online? My Google-fu has turned up nothing. Thanks!

[Karcentric]

They'd be in the stalker gamadata files, dunno how to go about extracting it, unfortunately the place has become a real ghost town lately. Check back from time to time, I'll have a look through the files later on.

Welcome back!

[Διμι]

The place isn't dead. Most of us regulars are still here.

We're just too busy setting up EotN to post.

As for the files, no idea. I have a copy of SMP, which has pretty much all of the extracted files plus more, so I'll look through that and see if I can find them.

[Karcentric]

I looked about in the gamedata files of both PS and Oblost and wasn't able to find anything in relation to the folklore, I found the PDAs layout, but not the information for the PDA.

Any suggestions?

[Stojespal]

Right?? I mean... I "know" I stumbled on it before, but I can't figure out where. Oh well, maybe I'll just start compiling them by hand.

[Stojespal]

Got 3 or 4 transcribed before wodker made me incapable of typing. Will probably post them here sometime this week and submit to the new ZSG.

[Stojespal]

Or I could just post them here right now. It's just copypasta. Note, there is no formatting in the original, so yeah, wallotext.

ON THE CREATURE IN THE HANGAR

So we're creeping into this hangar, right? Dust and cobwebs everywhere. Filth up to the rafters. The detectors are dead silent - like, not only there's no-one around, but even we seem pretty much non-existent. So we're getting into positions along the perimeter: Sanyok leading the way, the rest covering his back... then all of a sudden: WHAMMO! There were these huge iron joists rusting under the ceiling, so one of them breaks off and goes plummeting down! Somehow, Sanyok managed to dodge, and the shit slams into the floor right where he had been standing a moment earlier. Well, Sanyok dives down, rolls over, doesn't even get up to his feet and, still there on the floor, starts blasting away! So we all freak out and start off firing like crazy. Then Sanyok starts screaming blue murder, something about a creature in the corner. I look over there, and don't see a thing... That's right, the entire operation is ruined, total clusterfuck... So we go looking around the ruins for about five minutes, stepping carefully, making sure we don't get under any joists. And it was really creepy, man, one after another sees something and lets bullets fly at sweet Fanny Adams. Two of our guys got completely screwed: one fell into a pit, and the other got bashed by the door that flew off its hinges. Now we really got worked up, it's plain some bitch is fucking with us! So we spark off our psi-protection, toss a gas grenade in each corner and wait, fingers on the triggers. So we're waiting, and waiting... Turns out the motherfucker was flying or something like that... So while we were all running around on the floor it was lurking on the ceiling and having itself a ball... It dawned on us too late, and by pure accident. That piece of shut shook loose some more joists, so half the roof comes crashing down to the floor, dead right on our heads, four of our guys get squashed flat right there... But we got that son of a bitch! As soon as Sanyok heard it rustling on the ceiling, he blazed away by reflex -- a damn good reflex, I must tell you! You should've heard that thing yelping! We all jump up firing with every gun... That bitch tumbled down squalling so loud my ears almost stated bleeding. Man, we gave that thing hell, clubbing and kicking, and Sanyok, he flicked out his knife to slit it open... Well, the commander dragged us all off, otherwise we would have shredded the motherfucker to pieces...

Transcriber Notes: Fanny Adams, FA, euphemism for Fuck All? Also, psi-protection? There are some other references to this in game before the plotline (eg some armor descriptions), but it really seems to be a feature that got canned early.

[Stojespal]

SUPERCONDUCTOR

Have you heard about Guide? The very first true stalker. He was the one who originally broke into the Zone and he's still alive. People say he can take you to any place, you just need to name it. Now, finding him's a bit tricky, ain't no posters around with his address... And he won't go with just anybody, either. From what I hear, he charges quite a bit. But if you find him and have enough cash, you can rest assured he'll take you where you need to go. Now, that's someone I'd like to have a chat with. You can bet he's been past the Red Forest...

[Stojespal]

THE HATCH INTO HEAVEN

Now, having dough and having lots of dough, that's two different things... You think moolah is easy to get? No fucking way! For buckshee you only cop it here with something fugly or get popped by a stalker... You've got to use your noodle. You've got to use your noodle over there, and even better over here. Roughnecks don't last long around here. Ain't gonna go far if all you got is rats in the attic... Anyway, here's how it was. The three of us, the late Bruise and Loop, were rambling across the farmstead, to take a shortcut. All of a sudden we see somebloke hotfooting our way. So we lay low. The bloke is walking right by us, totally unawares. And the guy's all tiny, and hauling this huge sack along. The subgun hanging at the ready, we'd be stuffed with lead at the drop of a hat. So Bruise says to me, why don't we shake him up some, see what he's got over there? And I says, quiet you moron, watch where he's about to stow away the loot! ... Well.. Suddenly, the bloke vanishes into thin air! We didn't see a damn thing! Alright, so we sit and wait. He pops up in 'bout 20 minutes. And while he's standing there, shaking off dust, Loop sneaks up behind and blasts half his head off. So him and Bruise start frisking this guy, he had a royal bulletproof vest, and a fanny pack too... I had to piss so I walked off, I knew the guys would always give me my share, so no prob. All of a sudden - KABOOM! Turns out that nerd had his vest all wired so it would blow up if someone tried to take it off. I buzzed off right away, who knows who's gonna show up for the gun shot and the explosion... Went back there a month later. Not a bone left of Loop, Bruise and that bloke. Nada. So I reckoned where he could've dived into the ruins, and crawled in there myself... Passed three rooms, zilch! Suddenly I see a bunch of beds piled up in one corner. What the heck are they all doing there? Started taking them apart. And what do I see in there? Holy cats, a hatch! So I lift it up and turn on my flashlight. Good grief, I'm in heaven!.. Well, what I saw there is my business... I didn't come off the loser. But think of it, had I dragged my feet, I would've been dead already or running around barefoot and slobbering, as some do...

Transcriber Notes: Buckshee? No idea.

[Stojespal]

A NIGHTMARE-PROOF BUCKET

Here's what I'll tell you. You almost can't sleep at all in this part of the Zone... I'm lucky I can't sleep anyway, but the nightmares people see... Sometimes they don't wake up in the morning. Some get a heart attack, for example. Some fly off the handle, some go nuts... But rumor has it there's actually one cure. If you need to sleep real bad, you should find an old bucket... a big pot will do... a caldron or something... As long as it has no holes... You stick your head into it and have a good night... There now, you may laugh all you want. I'll see you in a couple of days when you are ready to drop dead from exhaustion. Morons... So tell me, what the heck are grunts roaming about sporting these fancy helmets now, eh? Well yeah! For about two years neither hide nor hair, and now they're all over the place! And the brain buckets are something new. Someone found the body of one such grunt, they've seen it. There's a mesh inside, made of thin copper wire, attached to the liner. What the hell is it doing there? Mark my words, there's something strange behind all this mumbo-jumbo. This place is useless in terms of anomalies, these are not the grounds for those, other areas are safer and with much better swag in store... So I reckon they're researching the grounds. Marking the area for their base. They want to get through to the Sarcophagus, I'm telling you... What we should do is try and stay as far away as possible from them when the moment comes...

[Stojespal]

PATHOLOGIST'S SUPPER

Anyway, here's what this one friend of mine told me. His boss wakes him in the middle of the night, tells him to hurry up to the lab. There's like, some cargo there. So my friend's half asleep, doesn't know what's going on. What the heck is with this cargo? And the boss is like, you drunk or something? There's a fresh corpse on the table, the dinner is served! Anyway, he goes to the table and sees SOMETHING... Now, he had seen all sorts of stiffs from the Zone: boiled, grilled and ripped apart, not to mention dozens of mutants... But the sight of that thing - gag-a-maggot! Anyway, at first glance it looked just like a human being, except the head was way out of proportion: huge and ribbed like a pumpkin. And the body? Man, straight from a concentration camp, skin and bones. But that's what he figured out afterwards. At first, he says, he only saw a lump of flesh all smeared with some orange-red muck, blood or something.... Those pricks sure didn't spare their ammo. Ya know all they talk about duty... searching for anomalous objects, dang it... search my foot! My friend says it looked like something between a colander and a torn-up hot water bottle... and they obviously trampled it with their shitkickers. Not an object, but a damn piece of meat in black rags. So he worked his butt off the rest of the night and half of the morning. Turns out it was that very creature the locals had been calling the controller: black rags, sending hallucinations onto stalkers, the head about a yard around... You know what's funny? What they thought was its face turned out to be the top of its head. No, it does have a face, but it's tiny-winy: the winkers always shut and the nose the size of a pin, but the cake-hole as wide as a gate. Probably when it walked its head would always hang down, 'cause there's no strength to keep it up... a snip... And get what these creatures eat for lunch. Mushrooms! Damn mushrooms! You've all seen 'em! The Zone's full of mushrooms, so the old-timers swear these creatures squeeze the juice out of them. Talk about shitty food... You know what else he was hiding in this little baggy on his hip? Well? How would you know! Alright, it was dried brains. And you know who's brain it was? The controller's!..

That's it for now!

[Karcentric]

Good work. Watch out for that vodka.

[Διμι]

Man, that's softcore.

These stories are meant to be told in their ORIGINAL form.

Aug 14, 2010 11:10:41 GMT -5 Stojespal said:

Anyway, here's what this one friend of mine told me. His boss wakes him in the middle of the night, tells him to hurry up to the lab. There's like, some cargo there. So my friend's half asleep, doesn't know what's going on. What the heck is with this cargo? And the boss is like, you drunk or something? There's a fresh corpse on the table, the dinner is served! Anyway, he goes to the table and sees SOMETHING... Now, he had seen all sorts of stiffs from the Zone: boiled, grilled and ripped apart, not to mention dozens of mutants... But the sight of that thing - gag-a-maggot! Anyway, at first glance it looked just like a human being, except the head was way out of proportion: huge and ribbed like a pumpkin. And the body? Man, straight from a concentration camp, skin and bones. But that's what he figured out afterwards. At first, he says, he only saw a lump of flesh all smeared with some orange-red muck, blood or something.... Those pricks sure didn't spare their ammo. Ya know all they talk about duty... searching for anomalous objects, dang it... search my foot! My friend says it looked like something between a colander and a torn-up hot water bottle... and they obviously trampled it with their shitkickers. Not an object, but a damn piece of meat in black rags. So he worked his butt off the rest of the night and half of the morning. Turns out it was that very creature the locals had been calling the controller: black rags, sending hallucinations onto stalkers, the head about a yard around... You know what's funny? What they thought was its face turned out to be the top of its head. No, it does have a face, but it's tiny-winy: the winkers always shut and the nose the size of a pin, but the cake-hole as wide as a gate. Probably when it walked its head would always hang down, 'cause there's no strength to keep it up... a snip... And get what these creatures eat for lunch. Mushrooms! Damn mushrooms! You've all seen 'em! The Zone's full of mushrooms, so the old-timers swear these creatures squeeze the juice out of them. Talk about shitty food... You know what else he was hiding in this little baggy on his hip? Well? How would you know! Alright, it was dried brains. And you know who's brain it was? The controller's!..

Okay, that's what my friend has told me. Has lifted him in the middle of night the heads - run in laboratory, the cargo has come. he slept, is not cut: what cargo? They to him: ' Have you drunk too much?' He went to a table. And there such... He, on a course, corpses from the Zone on the century has seen: and torn, and жареные-вaреные, and mutants one ten has got to you not, and here at once in a stomach the supper to walk the beginnings. More shortly, from the first sight, without two minutes the person, only a head on normal the fig is not similar: healthy such pumpkin mounded. Well and a body, a concentration camp, a pancake, a leather yes bones. But he has then disassembled it, and all over again, speaks, I look, medley any: all ripped an orange-red dirty trick, blood of type... Those dumbasses wasted so much ammo. And in general they it is obvious on him in jackboots the have well taken a walk; not object, and a piece of meat in black rags.

OK、私の友人が語るにはこうだ。遭遇したのは夜半過ぎ、研究所で働いてた時、貨物がやってきた。 奴は眠ってて、 is not cut: what cargo? They to him: "飲みすぎたのか？" 彼はテーブルに向かった。 And there such... He, on a course, corpses from the Zone on the century has seen: and torn, and жареные-вaреные, and mutants one ten has got to you not, and here at once in a stomach the supper to walk the beginnings. More shortly, from the first sight, without two minutes the person, only a head on normal the fig is not similar: healthy such pumpkin mounded. Well and a body, a concentration camp, a pancake, a leather yes bones. But he has then disassembled it, and all over again, speaks, I look, medley any: all ripped an orange-red dirty trick, blood of type... Those dumbasses wasted so much ammo. And in general they it is obvious on him in jackboots the have well taken a walk; not object, and a piece of meat in black rags.

It is shorter, He all rest of night and half of morning lagged. On a course, it turns out, she is that creature whom local for the illusionist know: black cloths, visions at stalkers, head meter in a grasp... Nice that at him for the face who saw, considered are a type оcciput. Not, the person at it naturally is, only fine absolutely: eyes do not open also a nose as a pin though a mouth - huge, the jamb at a gate is direct. Goes, it is visible, and a head on a breast lowers - forces are not present exactly to hold... Brainer... And estimate, that these creatures for a dinner eat. Fungi! Fungi! More shortly, all saw - in the Zone of mushrooms full so ' old men ' give a tooth, that these creatures from them press juice. Gourmets, a pancake... And still you know, that at him in мешочке it has been on one side secreted? Well? Yes where to you! More shortly, brains were there at it dried. And you know, whose? Controller's!..

So we're creeping into this hangar, right? Dust and cobwebs everywhere. Filth up to the rafters. The detectors are dead silent - like, not only there's no-one around, but even we seem pretty much non-existent. So we're getting into positions along the perimeter: Sanyok leading the way, the rest covering his back... then all of a sudden: WHAMMO! There were these huge iron joists rusting under the ceiling, so one of them breaks off and goes plummeting down! Somehow, Sanyok managed to dodge, and the shit slams into the floor right where he had been standing a moment earlier. Well, Sanyok dives down, rolls over, doesn't even get up to his feet and, still there on the floor, starts blasting away! So we all freak out and start off firing like crazy. Then Sanyok starts screaming blue murder, something about a creature in the corner. I look over there, and don't see a thing... That's right, the entire operation is ruined, total clusterfuck... So we go looking around the ruins for about five minutes, stepping carefully, making sure we don't get under any joists. And it was really creepy, man, one after another sees something and lets bullets fly at sweet Fanny Adams. Two of our guys got completely screwed: one fell into a pit, and the other got bashed by the door that flew off its hinges. Now we really got worked up, it's plain some bitch is fucking with us! So we spark off our psi-protection, toss a gas grenade in each corner and wait, fingers on the triggers. So we're waiting, and waiting... Turns out the motherfucker was flying or something like that... So while we were all running around on the floor it was lurking on the ceiling and having itself a ball... It dawned on us too late, and by pure accident. That piece of shut shook loose some more joists, so half the roof comes crashing down to the floor, dead right on our heads, four of our guys get squashed flat right there... But we got that son of a bitch! As soon as Sanyok heard it rustling on the ceiling, he blazed away by reflex -- a damn good reflex, I must tell you! You should've heard that thing yelping! We all jump up firing with every gun... That bitch tumbled down squalling so loud my ears almost stated bleeding. Man, we gave that thing hell, clubbing and kicking, and Sanyok, he flicked out his knife to slit it open... Well, the commander dragged us all off, otherwise we would have shredded the motherfucker to pieces...

lousy, every day either an ambush or demolishing...We here recently with the commander on gangsters prepared for an ambush, in one hangar hide have solved, so such happens - on monster new have come across. We got in that hangar. Around dust, webs - in general under a roof, detectors showed that no one was around around and we are not present in the nature. Positions on perimeter have gone send to occupy: Alex ahead, we cover... And here - Bums! Beams, huge such, iron, rusty under a ceiling so one is broken - and downwards! As Alex has evaded, himself does not know, and this bullshit was thrust directly in accuracy where he stood. Well he, as has fallen and was rolled away, has not risen on legs in general and so laying started shooting! The others too were frightened, idiots, and have gone to sit down in white light. Here Alex something has started to shout about the creature in a corner. I looked and didn't see anything...Have gone on these ruins to go; five minutes passed - carefully so that under these beams to not come to be any more. And delirium full: that to one to another something seems, they give turns in half of clip shooting in an empty place. And to a two at all has not carried: one went on an equal floor, and suddenly in a hole has fallen, the second the broken door across a back has drawn. Clearly in fact, that the creature any has a good time! Have cut psy-protection, in all corners on gas a pomegranate - well and we wait, who will appear, and fingers on descent. We waited... And the creature as it has then appeared, flying was, whether that... While we below all in a crowd dragged the fool, she to herself quietly sat under a ceiling and had fun, Beach... Cunningly only up to us late, and that, casually almost. This reptile has loosened still pair beams - half of roof and was screwed, is direct on us and was screwed, four guys in a flat cake on a place... Here we also have got her!! Alex has heard rustling above so on the automatic device and has given turn - the most useful, a fuck, a reflex! Well here and to squeal! We too, clearly, have jumped up, distances from all trunks... The Creature flew from above with such cries that is direct ears pawned. Well, here we have removed a soul: who a butt beat, who simply legsfoots strolled, Alex took knife that to her is more sick pluck to throw out... The Commander, clearly, all hardly, but dragged, and that in general bitch this spoons from a floor соскребать would be necessary...

[Stojespal]

OK, well, the second one is a nice take on it. The first is interesting from a linguistic standpoint. I understand and appreciate purism, but I'm transcribing from the US release. The original reason I was looking was so I could feed some friends a "Stalker Story" every couple of days to get them excited about it when I send 'em a copy. Will continue to post, if you know of any more originals PLEASE DO add them like you did here! It's nice to see literal translations too!

[Διμι]

OHOHO

I was kidding about those two. They're horrible (but hilarious) translations from some equally horrible mod (OL, I believe, but could be AMK as well).

"Fungi! Fungi!" has pretty become a classic meme around these parts for a while now. Every once in a while some smartass will quote parts of it in the Bar.

I thought goes it is visible.