Discussion in 'The Zed Gallery' started by Kjolly99, Apr 10, 2015.
Vladimir Dimitriskaya Tazikov
Begrudgingly, Vladimir stepped forwards and further progressed into the remnants of his wasteland of a country; journeying through the dead-city always caused a fluttering and feeling of doubt and impending evil, death was ripe here and each piece of dirt held a horrific-story, it was utterly clear that evil was not impending but was already current.
The streets where extraordinarily empty but clean in a sense, the bombs had bleached Moscow, cleaning the stains that were caused by the worlds previous owners, Tazikov's views on this were varied; on one half he saw the horror and the amount of death that had been caused by such a 'cleansing', and on the other hand he saw that it worked; this is what led him to become a Reich and that was why he was on the surface, to protect and cleanse his Metro, his new pure home.
Although, he was still afraid of the howling winds and the horrific sights and impending doom, as he pep-talked himself to why he was here he gained a large amount of confidence and boldness for his work, and progressed forwards with less hesitance.
He progressed from the street and into a already open building, the building used to be a shop of some kind, that was clear from the molding and smashed menus and large amount of tables and chairs. Tazikov did not hang around long enough on the first floor and jogged around the wooden bar and around into a confined staircase, his boots would loudly thump up the stairs before he reached the top and wandered into a enclosed room.
The room had not been enclosed naturally, the windows had been poorly blocked by a clash of mattresses and wood-barricades, in the room there was a long-extinguished fire and traces of dried blood that dragged off into a corner and along the side of a wall.
Slowly raises his hand to his rusted radio, Tazikovs thumb would click in the top button, making the device let out a 'Bleep-Boop' noise; after afew seconds Tazikov would gruffly speak into it whilst slowly wandering around the room.
"Anna team, this is Boris, How copy?"
Afew moments would pass before the radio buzzed into life, giving a reply.
"Solid-Copy, Boris-team, transmit your message."
Tazikov retraced his last steps as he pushed the button, making yet another beep occur.
"I am at checkpoint five, coordinates- 118075. Requesting orders. Over."
"Active-reports are that a firearm has just been discharged near your position, it was not any of our guys and Stalkers do not venture this close to our territory's, We believe it may be unit of Communist spys. Your R.O.E is to K.O.S, How copy on last, Boris-team?"
"Solid-Copy, Anna Team, Boris is moving to engage. Boris Out."
Tazikov would expel a hoard of cold breath in an sign towards his orders, "More walking-" he would grunt out in his head before turning on his heels towards the exit of his checkpoint, stepping out once more with the loud stomps of his boots.
has anyone made freak zombie models for gmod/sfm
Not that I am aware of.
Where'd you get the metro models? Rad as hell
Customly imported by my mate.
You can get the Beta package from the workshop but not the finished pack.
That's fine. I just need some new stuff. BTW is that metro server still active? love to get in on those sick memes.
We are remaking it now- the artwork I created above is actually for the server.
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