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		<text>You want news? How can there be anything new here? Think of this as kindergarten, preschool even. 'Course, if you don't hang around here, you'll get wasted in five minutes in the Zone. The smart ones stay here a while, and then they go fuck-knows-where. Besides, you can make it here with just a weapon and some ammo. No question about it. Everyone does it.</text>
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		<text>All I have to do is wait for those pussies in uniform to go out for lunch... There's no point hanging out here. I need to go to the Big Land, but they won't let me, no matter what. I'm not the only one trying to get out, but we still can't slip by them yet.</text>
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		<text>Not far from here, the guys in uniform needed something. They didn't used to come here, but recently they cleared everything out spick-'n'-span, right down to cutting down the cables. And now it seems they found something... I couldn't even get close to the building. They noticed me right away and opened up. Glad I made it out without a hole in my hide. </text>
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		<text>Nothing. Just trying to make it, that's all.</text>
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		<text>We're getting together a team of tunnel rats who can't get enough of climbing underground in the Zone. There's an old factory, and under it there are all these powerlines. They say there's a bunch of goodies there, always something new to check out. Very interesting...</text>
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		<text>Not new - old! They say that Strelok's old base used to be here. I wonder what kind of leftovers one could find from that time, if they really looked hard?</text>
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		<text>Can you believe it? An hour ago I almost got wasted! I was here six months ago - there was peace and quiet, but now these razorheads in their outfits are under every bush! It's crazy, man...</text>
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		<text>You're lucky that the bandits didn't get you. They have a base pretty close to here. I would have totaled it if I could've... But for now we're just observing. This is their supporting base - the headquarters is located closer to the center of the Zone.</text>
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		<text>They say there used to be an impressive lab here, camoflauged and everything. On the one hand, it'd be great to find the entrance - I bet there are lots of goodies inside. On the other hand, it gives me the heebie-jeebies...</text>
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		<text>Did you know that in what's now the Dark Valley, before the catastrophe, there used to be an underground scientific research complex? I don't know what it was meant for, but I'm sure nothing good. They say different things about it, but mostly bad stuff. Terrible place.</text>
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		<text>And so what? What do you want to hear? I'll tell you this much: the Duty guys are definitely the cops, but they know how to keep order, that's for damn sure. But overall I don't like them very much. They're like landlords everywhere - "Don't take this, don't carry that out of the Zone"... Not only that, but they've already determined what you're allowed to say in the Big Land and what you're supposed to be hush-hush about! They blabbed that they actually want to destroy the Zone, little by little. Well, that doesn't surprise me, coming from former soldiers... Bunch of idealists. What's worse is that, they say, their support comes all the way from the top.</text>
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		<text>This territory is now controled by Duty, and the rules of Duty are the law of the land. We control the borders of the Zone and cool off any hot-heads. The poor fools come here in whole caravans - amateurs, romantics - and then die off in groups on their very first day in the shit.</text>
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		<text>Were you at our half-way camp? Granted, it's not JUST ours - you can run into all kinds of people there. What's important is that it's a good place, without any trash, and all the news about the Zone trickles in there. You can almost always hear something useful, or at least shoot the shit with folks about nothing in particular. Too bad that Baldy with his group left the day before yesterday - this time I didn't even get to see him.</text>
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		<text>Let's head to camp - you'll hear all the rumors there. All who are doing this for the first time - the rookies, like you - usually drop by to pick up some pointers or rest a while. There are soldiers standing nearby: don't be too afraid of them, but don't give them any shit, either. They can shoot and not think twice about it... Here by the trader - well, the retailer of the local merchandise - there's a nice, calm little place where you can break camp. </text>
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		<text>Right now, this place is safe, and we're trying to keep it that way. There are many people here: some who've made it their home and don't go beyond the surrounding area, others who are preparing for yet another raid. It's a real shame that Irokez didn't come back. He loved to set rookies like yourself on the path of righteousness. </text>
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		<text>Did you hear that Duty has announced it's recruiting new members? I thought about it a minute, but then decided - fuck that! Before long they'll draft me... Don't need that kind of discipline. I served my two years, and that was enough for me.</text>
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		<text>If you haven't heard yet, I'm letting you know: we're recruiting new members. If you have some experience, come, you won't regret it. At the Base, ask for Petrenko.</text>
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		<text>Did you come to watch the matches, too? Want to place a bet or something? Well, what do you know! There's an Arena here somewhere, and you're a total zero! So, check this out: members of the Duty squad catch mutants, right? After the research, if the beasts are still alive, they let 'em loose in the Arena. And these babies come in all shapes and sizes - some, you'll look at them and die laughing, others - you'll piss your pants!</text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_24">
		<text>They just provided the Arena with fresh meat. Entertainment for the people, and for us a good way to earn a few bucks from the bids. We'll prove to the Stalkers that Duty isn't just wagging its tongue, but that we're the real deal.</text>
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		<text>Hey, listen, you been to Rostok? It used to be quiet there, but now it's tough going there alone - your average wild field, way too many mutants there now. Let's go together, what do you say? On the other hand... I don't know you, and you don't know me. What if... Yeah, dude, sorry. Let's split.</text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_26">
		<text>We're just back from Rostok. You don't need to show your face there, especially if you're alone. Want to stay alive? Then you better not go.</text>
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		<text>Well, I was thinking of going to Yantar, but then thought, fuck it. That's where the eggheads set up a full-fledged scientific base in the Zone. They're digging around in fuck-knows-what while zombies are romping all around outside the complex. Jesus, just like Paradise!</text>
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		<text>They were purging the Yantar area recently... Yeah, cleaned it up pretty well! There are research labs there, but too many zombies all around. So we have to haul over there pretty regularly to help the scientists out.</text>
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		<text>By the old warehouses, you know - the Freedom base. They're happy-go-lucky guys, have some soul; it's nice to chat with them over a bottle of wine. And Duty isn't there all the time, like around the Bar.</text>
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		<text>There's an old factory nearby, and we keep on cleaning it of bandits, and each time those bastards come back again! It hasn't even been a month since last time, and they're already back. You better be careful around there.</text>
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		<text>Freedom is hiding out behind the old warehouses. Should break 'em all down, those fuckin'...</text>
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		<text>Leave before it gets dark! During the day it's more or less okay, but once the sun sets...</text>
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		<text>Stalker, leave! We're going to take the cordon down. For now, we keep it up only during the day, and leave for the night - it's too creepy here at night.</text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_33">
		<text>See, during the night you need to keep yourself hidden, and preferably behind a good set of doors. At night we find ourselves pretty much under siege.</text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_34">
		<text>Well, buddy, it seems you're not up to date. During the night you have to snooze somewhere far away from here. Here during the night even a grenade launcher doesn't always help.</text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_35">
		<text>You know what, let the Duty guys and the Freedom guys and the Marauders figure out who this part belongs to. What's it to me? To hell with it all...</text>
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		<text>We're working here now, Stalker. Not only are there a bunch of these wretches breeding here, but also those pricks the Mercs and the retards from the Freedom faction get in the way.</text>
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		<text>I have to warn you that it's not very safe here even during the day. Once in a while there's a shoot-out. As far as I understand, there's some long-standing beef between the various local bandit factions.</text>
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		<text>Listen, why don't you tell me - this is our territory, right? It's easier for us to hold off the wretches that come here from the center of the Zone, isn't it? The eggheads can mess around trying to figure out who's bothering them, but Duty and the Marauders can get the hell out of here.</text>
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		<text>You don't know? They made a new path here to be able to get past the Duty patrol right to the perimeter with all the goods. Get here from Yantar, and then use the back way all the way to Agroprom - and you're there!</text>
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		<text>Nothing. I don't know shit. I grab a bite here and there, trying to make enough for my daily bread. It's too creepy going into the Zone itself - to hell with it. And there's no work at home, my wife's on my case - gotta live somehow. Here at the Garbage, if you poke around for a day, you can get some artifacts together. And it'll do for your bread and butter.</text>
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		<text>And why are you here? Planning to go to Yantar, or are you trying to sneak some artifacts past a brother?</text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_41">
		<text>I won't conceal the fact that from time to time your Stalker colleagues offer us some quite interesting anomalous formations - "artifacts" is what you call them. Because of... Shall we say... The uncertain level of control over them... These places form a kind of highly-active smuggling trail. </text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_42">
		<text>What's wrong with you, man? We laid a path just so that we wouldn't have to run into the guys from the Duty faction if we wanted to get to the Big Land for something. Though they still hang around here from time to time, at least they're in the dark for now and you can get around them.</text>
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		<text>I'm just coming back from Yantar. Thought I'd pass something off to the scientists as usual, but they're all locked in their bunkers, don't go out even during the day. So if you're planning to head in that direction, might as well change course.</text>
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		<text>There's research going on in the Yantar zone, but recently there's been more zombies that are hanging around those parts. So we're defending the entrances.</text>
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		<text>I don't even know what to tell you. I wanted to get back into our complex - it's called Yantar, as you probably know. And now there's this: they say that while before it was just plain dangerous, now it's simply impossible to get through. Think maybe they're exaggerating?</text>
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		<text>I was at Yantar. The scientists are completely dead there: sneaking around, hiding... They're living on the supplies the helos drop off. On the other hand, there's a shitload of zombies there now. If you spend a week living there among them, you'll start sneaking around yourself. It's that kind of place. Not very pleasant.</text>
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		<text>Fuck that guy. Who does he think he is to be hanging out with zombies? So many of them in the goddamn complex - and they keep on coming. There's more and more of them there.</text>
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		<text>We're trying to stop the movement of zombies from the laboratory complex. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if you joined - we have a shortage of men.</text>
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		<text>You know, we're also gathering various data... For instance, I'm researching the main ways in which the quasilives - that is, "zombies", according to your terminology - Spread. Would you be willing to share your findings?</text>
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		<text>Yeah, that's about it... Some feed off the Garbage, collecting little junk, others penetrate deeper into the Zone. Naturally, you can find much better stuff there, but not everyone wants to go. That's no place for rookies, and if you don't have lots of ammo, don't even think about going there - it's suicide. </text>
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		<text>Did you get to shoot at the zombies climbing out of the lab windows? Well, you better watch it - they're not afraid of anything, don't feel any pain. In other words, wretches without any brains.</text>
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		<text>I'm going to apply for a position in the lab. Hey man, relax - I'm kidding! You know that if you wander into those parts, you're as good as dead. Best case scenario, you'll turn into a zombie.</text>
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		<text>I'm warning you: don't go into the lab. Well, if you really want to go, then go - I'm not gonna hold you back by force. Just that people don't come back from there alive.</text>
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		<text>You see, I would like to warn you. You shouldn't go into the laboratory. Nobody, in fact, should go there: it's linked to major alterations in the psychology and metabolism of an individual, and, I'm afraid, these effects are not reversible.</text>
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		<text>There! Now I'm going to shed some light on you... Enlighten you... Basically, save a lost sheep. So here's the deal, man: don't set your sights on the laboratory complex. It's shady there, very shady. People disappear there, and then sometimes come back to haunt you at night. Only these aren't some made-up vampire horror stories, but real fucking zombies. That's how it is.</text>
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		<text>Have you seen our smartasses, the United Nations? Lately they're completely chickening out. Gotta call in a whole regiment along with the air force for protection just to take a few steps off the base.</text>
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		<text>And what's it to you? Don't bother them with stupid questions, and they'll leave you alone as well.</text>
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		<text>You see, we usually don't leave the bunker without the necessary protection: the conditions of the surrounding territory don't permit it. I'm sort of an exception - don't really like large expeditions, all the fuss, soldiers... But in any case, I'm afraid I can't tell you anything helpful for the time being.</text>
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		<text>I get a kick out of our happy little scientists! I just totally dig 'em, man. They usually don't show their faces out of the bunker. And even they do, like they did the other day - goddamn! Troops everywhere, helos, armor technology! They might as well haul a battleship here, or at least an armored train.</text>
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		<text>It's already my third day hanging out here, observing. There's a lab here, right? Nobody's gone in it from the very beginning. Duty used to purge zombies only on the surface, and now stopped completely, right? But the scientists had to go in there. That means they found a way to protect themselves, fuck knows from what. So I'm thinking, why not snoop around, find out? I bet there are so many goodies in there that you could rake them in with a shovel!</text>
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		<text>In the last few days whole packs of animals are coming out of the Dark Valley. What's forcing them out of there is unclear, but they're really bugging out, like from a fire. And in the eastern sector the mutants are breeding like flies. All we can do is keep shooting them down. So that's the news.</text>
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		<text>And what are you looking for here? Also trying to get into the lab? What, did you hear a fairy tale about magical instruments and piles of artifacts? Man, when will you boneheads ever learn?</text>
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		<text>I work here, young man. Simply work here, carrying out my obligations to science and humanity. And if you wish to find out how to get inside the abandoned laboratory, the same thing that every Stalker I meet thinks I know, I will tell you: I don't know, and I don't want to know! This topic doesn't interest me and never interested me, is that clear?</text>
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		<text>Maybe the brains really did come up with some sort of instrument. I wonder what's hidden in that damned lab. Even if there aren't any goodies there - it's still interesting.</text>
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		<text>I'm wondering - think I should join Freedom? There's their base, in the old Army warehouses. And why not? Seem like pretty smart guys, and so what if they're a bit disorganized? It's even better that way. I don't need to be disciplined, I know what I'm supposed to be doing - not like this is my first month here.</text>
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		<text>You're not too friendly with Freedom, are you? Fine, fine, don't get your panties in a wad about it. I think that pretty soon we'll run them out of the warehouses. They don't have any organization, nor any discipline - a big herd. A pack at best. And they dare stand up against us, those wannabes!</text>
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		<text>I meet up with one of the Duty men when there's a cease-fire. We share. The man's actually smart, but, shit, got tunnel-vision like a tank. You see, our philosophy is completely different from theirs: you can only tame the Zone, assimilate it, but not destroy it. To do it we need open access to all of the information; someone will come up with something eventually. But they're all about "close it" and "lock it" and "don't spread it around"... Retards, complete fucking retards. On the other hand, it makes sense: when the whole political machine is behind you, you're not supposed to think outside of the box.</text>
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		<text>There's a little cottage here. Used to be calm, but now there are some creeps breeding there. Better to loop around, so that's where I'm going... Hey man, don't say I didn't warn you.</text>
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		<text>I want to warn you, Stalker, right away: the bloodsuckers have long since made a nest in the village, and maybe something worse, so be careful.</text>
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		<text>There's nothing new. There are no more artifacts here, and bloodsuckers used to live in those little cottages. We ran them off as best we could. Now I can't even bring myself to go there. Intuition, maybe, but I can't and that's it. No fucking way. Death is there...</text>
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		<text>I'm getting the fuck out of here! Bummed around for four weeks on the border, and that's it - enough for me! Freaks are constantly coming over here from the direction of the Scorcher, each day more and more of them...</text>
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		<text>How many have become "trashmen"? Before they didn't used to even look in the piles - so much radiation that it'll hard-boil eggs for you in half an hour. And now that it's gotten harder to find goodies, they'll wrap themselves in protection, shoot up some chems, and climb in to look. There's all sorts of stuff that comes up there, though usually it's junk.</text>
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		<text>If you're coming here, to our blockade, I respect you. If not - get the hell out of my sight! We need real men, not pussies. Got enough of those already.</text>
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		<text>You here for the blockade, man? All the better - at least one more normal person will be here. We organized this thing and held it together pretty well... But then all the beasts had to come our way! Now it's tough, and every barrel counts.</text>
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		<text>Aren't you up to date? The way to the center of the Zone is open! Either it opened on its own or someone tried really hard - if so, thanks to them whole-heartedly. Now all you have to do is get in and gather the finest goods!</text>
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		<text>You might have waited, Stalker. Fools rush in. Just tell me: do you know what's over there? Of course you don't. Don't know whether there's anything there or not. What kinds of traps await you? You don't know that, either. Then why the hell are you trying to break through like a herd of buffalo?</text>
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		<text>The way to the center is free, understand? Now there's a straight path right to it! Now everyone is gonna haul ass over there. What's important is to be among the first, to gather the best fruit!</text>
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		<text>Keep on trucking ahead - you'll see everything yourself! Don't you want to see for yourself what's going on ahead? Well then, you're totally... Blessed. There must be a shitload of goods there! For example, you heard about the Granter of Wishes, right?</text>
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		<text>Just like children, for Christ's sake! "Wish Granter", "Klondike of Artifacts"... Can't believe my ears!</text>
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		<text>I want to find out myself what's beyond the horizon, man! What if we'll be able to find out, in one blow, all the explanations for why the Zone is the way it is?</text>
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		<text>Did you see those skyscrapers? That's Pripyat. The station is right behind it. I wish I could get in there... Just that it's hard to tell what's roaming around in there nowadays.</text>
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		<text>Let me explain. There's Pripyat. Behind it - Chernobyl NPP. What's going on there and who's inhabiting those parts is unknown. This is the place for us. We'll find something, as usual.</text>
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		<text>Not up to date! And I'm just heading towards the Bar, to chat with folks. What, you've never been there? Jesus! So, here's the deal: the way you're standing, just keep on moving north. The Bar's just around the corner. It's very helpful to drop by there, especially for newbies like you it's, like, prescribed by the doctor. There are experienced men there, and who knows, they may help out, tell you something, how and what. One thing, you'll run into our buddies from Duty on the way... And if you're lucky, they'll like you. If you're not, well then they won't.</text>
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		<text>Pripyat! Pinch me, damn it! Finally! From here it's just a little ways to the station. Hard to know who you can run into here - what critter is sharpening its teeth in the shadows, waiting for you.</text>
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		<text>Listen, friend... Are you also hearing a voice in your head, or am I hallucinating? Keeps on murmuring something over and over again...</text>
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		<text>Damn, another one. So, here's the deal. I'll try to explain for the billionth time what kind of telepathic effect people here experience. Voices not heard from their ears are constantly calling them towards the center of the Zone promising to grant every wish for the one who is able to touch the... What's it called? Oh yeah, some Monolith.</text>
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		<text>Do you hear a voice? Cool, just like a radio in your head! Shame there's only one station though: "Come to me and you'll have great happiness." Two hours harping on the same damn thing.</text>
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		<text>And you can't guess what it is? You're trying to break through to the station, too! Well,so are we - what else is new? Just as long as we can get these retards off the road...</text>
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		<text>The station's very close! For now we still can't deal with the resistance of the monolithians, though.</text>
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		<text>There it is, Chernobyl NPP, within arms' reach. Just a little bit left, but these motherfuckers are so stubborn, won't let us through! No big deal, we'll clear them out in no time!</text>
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		<text>Listen, friend, you don't know about the Agroprom? I wanted to go there, but everyone started mocking me: "There aren't any goods there anymore, they cleaned the place a while ago, and now only anomalies left". Do you know, are they serious or are they just saying that to joke around? I'm pretty new here, and I believe what the locals say... Maybe they're all in on it, just to screw around. All they need is a reason to laugh their heads off, those pricks!</text>
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		<text>Wait! Go fast, but don't hurry too much. There are Monolithians all around. They know the city like the backs of their hands, put up lots of traps. Need to be careful. </text>
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		<text>I'm warning you: for now, a large portion of the city is controlled by the Monolith faction. Lots of traps - they know the city like men know their wives. Keep a sharp eye out, and check your weapons.</text>
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		<text>Oh, I'd love to carpet-bomb this whole city. Pricks... The only place they're not hiding is in sand boxes and flower pots. How many people have already died because of these creeps?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_action_info_97">
		<text>Listen, who knows about this Granter... Maybe it's not unlimited, so there won't be enough wishes for everybody. And what do you do if you get there? Kneel? Get down on all fours? And you, dude, I promise you this: if we get there, I'm going first!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_action_info_98">
		<text>Duty has to break through to the center, if not first then one of the first! Just imagine, Stalker, that some psycho - and, let's face it, all of you here are either psychotic, paranoid, or just plain retarded - gets to the thing that really can grant any wish, huh? And then what?</text>
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	<string id="dm_action_info_99">
		<text>News of the century: everyone who can walk and carry a weapon is here now! Anything can happen here! You just get it into your head: Anything that you wish! And then someone'll come along and say, "I want for the Zone to disappear forever." Do you grasp the dimensions of that tragedy? We're all going to end up stranded in the middle of nowhere, all of us!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_0">
		<text>Something new? To hell with your new, when there's so much old shit that you couldn't scoop it out with a ladle. The bandits went nuts, the bastards! We tiptoe between the anomalies trying to get the artifacts, and they're the ones stealing other people's goods... Fucking vultures! Just watch out and don't wander into the Garbage - that's exactly their kind of place.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_1">
		<text>I'm stuck here, you got it? Stuck! I want to go home, and they're not letting me. That's all the news. The guys that go deep into the Zone, the ones that have been around, they say different things. And at times they bring the goodies, too - you'd be jealous if you saw 'em. They say that there are places like mounds of gold, all for the taking. Granted, not many will get there, and even less will make it back with the loot.  But still...</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_10">
		<text>A week ago Otter burned out on the Scorcher. It'd make sense if it was some green-ass rookie - but he's been a Stalker many years. They say he was even on Strelok's team. And then all of a sudden...</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_100">
		<text>Well, I'm not really up to date on all the latest news.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_11">
		<text>You tell me this, Stalker: why do you loners sometimes go nuts? You lack some basic discipline? The other week, one guy decided to go past the Scorcher. And they say he was experienced, too... There's an easier way to get rid of your brains - barrel in the mouth and fire away!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_12">
		<text>Fuck these Mercs. They've been drinking our blood for a long time, and now they've turned on the eggheads too. And why did they give in? Because of some ransom? Or to share their Nobel prizes?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_13">
		<text>Lately the Mercs have become much more active. We also call them "Marauders". There's another kind of swine here, don't know if you heard. Kind of like bandits, except experts in the ways of war. Strange thing is, they used to prefer to attack Stalkers, but as of late they've been more interested in whacking scientists. But watch out in any case, 'cause I wouldn't put it past them to shoot your head off, either.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_14">
		<text>Heard a rumor that the eggheads dug up something awesome. And suddenly everybody went nuts: the troops and the Mercs, and even the Duty guys weren't far behind 'em.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_15">
		<text>If you want to know about the same thing that everyone's been bugging me about for the last two days, then I'm telling you: go and take a bath! If I knew and they didn't forbid me, I would have told. But as it stands, I don't know - don't know shit! What did those scientists find? Where did our leadership go? What do I have to do with any of it? They're off on vacation, and don't have to answer to us and explain themselves.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_16">
		<text>Ha! Everybody's gone batshit around here! The Confederate and his boys have returned from a raid, dragged a bunch of artifacts in - mama mia! Of course, Confederate is silent - don't utter a word, as usual - and all of his guys are joking around as if they went up to the Yukon and struck gold... The bastards!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_17">
		<text>During the last few days there are all these beasts coming in from the Scorcher. The people by the old warehouses constructed a barrier; for now they seem to manage. If it weakens... Well, they'll have to go for reinforcements. There's nothing else to do...</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_18">
		<text>Did you hear the rumors going around that the Zone is growing? I think it's true: I saw a frightening humanoid monster right by the perimeter that before you could only run into towards the center of the Zone. Things don't look good, do they?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_19">
		<text>Very possible that they're not lying about the bloodsuckers by the border of the Zone. But what does that have to do with the widening of the Zone? So a pack wandered off towards the border, so they got through. Sometimes we have to spend a few days straight patrolling! And we work just fine. Because past the perimeters nobody's screaming, "Help, we're being surrounded by mutants!".</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_2">
		<text>Yeah, it's kind of sad, after all. Just the other day Otter died, for absolutely nothing. Just can't believe it... You haven't ever heard about Otter, have you? Well, he was practically a professor - here from the very first year, he knew the Zone like the back of his hand. And then like that, out of the blue! There are some real experienced Stalkers out there, but the Zone still takes them. There are others who end up going back to the Big Land. </text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_20">
		<text>What do you think, does the Barman know the details about what the scientists dug up? Listen, maybe he even hooked up with them. Seems like lately he finds more experienced Stalkers and gives them strange assignments. Doesn't explain anything, just says, "Go here and there"... And the places are dangerous, with no goodies in sight. What the hell is he looking for there, anyhow?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_21">
		<text>Something strange is going on. The zombies that used to be afraid to go into the light are now trudging around all over the place. What the hell's that all about?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_22">
		<text>The zombies became more aggressive and active for some reason. Before, we used to purge them right in the complex itself, but now we can only hold the entrances to the complex. But you didn't hear it from me, understand?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_23">
		<text>Be careful, 'cause these walking corpses have flooded the whole territory. Dumb as a rock, and aggressive. We're constantly under siege - day and night. It's quite dangerous here.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_24">
		<text>Oooh, I bet the eggheads have really fucked up bad in that lab of theirs! Before, it wasn't very easy to run into a zombie, but now they're just pouring out of the complex. What's most important, though, is that they're wandering around as if they lost something and are looking for it.  Wonder why.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_25">
		<text>Rumors are going around that the scientists hired one of ours to go down to the lab. Gave him something... Some sort of protective gear... Nothing else, not even more details.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_26">
		<text>They blab all sorts of things. They even say that some nutcase turned up who talked with a scientist and agreed to go down to the lab for them for some reason. Now there's some nonsense!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_27">
		<text>And here's the big joke of the week: The eggheads gave one of your guys a pretty good grant, and so he climbed into the lab with one of their instruments. Another victim, damn it!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_28">
		<text>I think something's brewing again. The eggheads dug something up that has everyone running around like chickens with their heads cut off... Which means that you and I won't have any peace, either. </text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_29">
		<text>Who fucking knows. Just started hustling us around twice as much as before - either a blockade, or a purge... And there's a significant increase in troop numbers in the Zone as well.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_3">
		<text>It's all sad, that much I know. There's always been lots of people on the periphery, but half of them have never been deep into the Zone and there aren't enough artifacts for everyone. They even ripped out the equipment from the labratories and factories. Soon there won't be anything left to do here but open a restaurant... With an exotic view and glowing cuisine, of course.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_30">
		<text>I don't even know what to tell you... There's always something going on here, but within the bounds of reason. Although they don't think so in the Big Land, but you and I are, so to speak, in an anomalous zone now.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_31">
		<text>The eggheads are sniffing something out. Who the hell knows what secret they've already stumbled upon, but they're certainly got the grunts wrapped around their little finger. And those guys are searching all over the Agroprom and the Dark Valley already, searching, searching, trying to find something...</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_32">
		<text>With every day there's more and more crap coming out of the Scorcher, and the guys from Duty and Freedom are on the rag again. So they'll kill each other off, and then what? How long can we hold the border all by ourselves?</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_33">
		<text>The mutants are trying harder and harder to get past the barrier. Lately it's been really hard. If some people would put an end to their stupidity, we would have had more success!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_34">
		<text>Duty keeps on screaming about their super-heroic deeds on the barrier... If only someone believed them! We started this deal, and we're the ones that keep it going. And on top of that, many of the loners like yourself willingly stayed behind. But those guys from Duty... What a bunch of assholes. To hell with them!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_35">
		<text>I heard that Duty has totally sold out. They keep on saying something like, "We're all volunteers who want to establish safety and order in the Zone." Yeah right, volunteers! Some sponsor gave these so-called "volunteers" so much ammo, such weapons, that you'd die from envy. They definitely sold out.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_36">
		<text>What rumors are going around? I'll tell you without any rumors: soon there'll be more order. We'll purge the Zone of all sorts of beasts, and of certain other assholes, too...</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_37">
		<text>Did you hear what the guys from Duty are saying they'll do to us? "Turn them to dust" - and that's just the bare minimum. This whole thing worries me... Especially since, people say, they've rearmed themselves with state-of-the-art equipment.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_38">
		<text>What news? We sit here, the animals come at us, we run them off, then they come again, only stronger. Granted, a few times the military birds came by, and it seems they even flew past the Scorcher.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_39">
		<text>What news can there be? Same shit, different day. Mutants, Freedom... Although recently soldiers started flying by in helos. At least they could have shot up some beasts once. But nooo, none of that...</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_4">
		<text>News? Who cares what they say! You can't believe everything everyone says. For example, they say that some experienced Stalker came from the inner areas, brought something nobody's ever seen before, impressed a ton of chicks... Well, I can make up a hundred stories like that myself!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_40">
		<text>I saw some military birds: imagine this, they flew overhead and headed past the Brain Scorcher! Well, I'm thinking, "They're gonna crash any second now." But nothing - they just keep on going. Hung out there for a while, twirled around, and then headed back. Typical, right?</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_41">
		<text>Now that there's a way to the center, there must be piles of treasure lying right under your feet!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_42">
		<text>Now that there are ways of getting to the center of the Zone relatively safely, Stalkers are drawn to it like flies to shit. Yeah... Greed really isn't humanity's greatest quality.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_43">
		<text>Now THIS is the life! While everyone from the Bar and the perimeter are still trying to get here, we'll get all the best stuff! We'll gather all the best goodies, and let the others pick up our scraps.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_44">
		<text>Well, they say that it actually exists - the Granter of Wishes. Somebody even managed to get to it already, and to wish a whole ton of wishes...</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_45">
		<text>Listen, buddy, I know that anything can happen in the Zone. Saw it myself. But these stories about the immediate granting of wishes, about a private resort in the Caribbean - it's complete bullshit and nothing else. </text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_46">
		<text>Don't you know? Two of our guys - some of the very first who made it to the center - actually got to the Granter of Wishes and wished! Their whole life they dreamed about islands in a warm sea, so now they're prob'ly catching some rays somewhere in the tropics.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_47">
		<text>We found a hero - the main guy from Freedom. Everyone thought that he went back to the Big Land, but actually he took a small team and somehow made it past the Scorcher. Now THAT's a real man!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_48">
		<text>One of the Freedom detachments was spotted in a formerly inaccessible part of the Zone. How did they manage to get through unharmed, much less survive a few weeks there? Can't even imagine. Guess we underestimated these guys.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_49">
		<text>Imagine this - they found our Mikluha! And the guys that were with him also survived. They snuck past the brain eraser, and then spent a month just killing time. Couldn't get back out.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_5">
		<text>There's something fishy brewing. Rumors are going around that the leader of the Duty faction, the head honcho, didn't just leave the Zone on business, but made a deal with the Freedom faction. Well, they could have made the same deal in the open, because now everything's a muddle. Things don't look good. On the other hand, the experienced guys say that they started fighting back in the day for no good reason. Just hope the government freaks from the Big Land don't drag us all into another meat grinder.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_50">
		<text>You heard? The troops will be here soon! They found out that the Scorcher broke down, and decided to take all the goods for themselves!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_51">
		<text>New info has just come in: there's going to be a massive-scale landing of Army troops at the station. My advice for you is this: if you want to snag at least a bit of the goodies, hurry!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_52">
		<text>It's complete chaos, that's what it is! But you see, the corridor has opened, they purged the station of all kinds of shit - and there you have it. The military is ready to take advantage of it! No shame and no conscience. Typical.  </text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_53">
		<text>I don't get one thing: How could the members of the Freedom faction hold out for a month here? Do they have invisibility cloaks or something? There's no fucking way!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_54">
		<text>Did you understand what's going on here? Well, I just gained new respect for Mikluha! Imagine - to survive four weeks in this shit, and to not lose any of your guys, either!</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_55">
		<text>Some of them went crazy here. And to think, they all used to be pretty tough guys, but now are complete slack-jawed retards. Scary. </text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_56">
		<text>The closer you get to the station, the stronger the unknown telepathic force becomes. Some have started going insane, others are traumatized and are seeing things. Maybe this is a good time to retreat a bit...</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_57">
		<text>Listen, people here are really losing their minds. Somebody sees a stone and starts hollering that it's his damned artifact, that he saw it first, and that everyone else should go south. Another one sees Dja on a cloud embracing his buddies who disappeared years ago... No, there's definitely some sick shit going on here.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_cool_info_6">
		<text>The grunts are bustling about - searching, digging. Before, the helos used to fly only to Yantar - protected the scientists, carried supplies and technology. But now they're practically invading - planning all sorts of expeditions, driving around in APCs. Already saw them at the Agroprom and in Dark Valley. Don't understand it.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_7">
		<text>They say that someone tried to get through the Scorcher again. Well, obviously he never came back... You never heard of the Brain Scorcher? What's wrong with you, man? It's the biggest danger in this whole area! Only problem is that all the horrors they say about it are mostly true.</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_8">
		<text>Here, besides the bandits, the troops started roaming around for some reason. Before you'd see a helicopter once in a hundred years, but now they're practically flying around the whole Zone. Did they lose something, or what?</text>
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	<string id="dm_cool_info_9">
		<text>I want to warn you, Stalker... The soldiers here lately seem to have lost it. Before, they used to calmly and quietly protect the scientists, but now it's as if their tail got burned or something: dashing around, bustling... Not in the most peaceful mood, either - shot at your boy more than once already, and even among us they've wounded two men in the last week alone.</text>
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	<string id="dm_help_thanks_1">
		<text>Thank you very much.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_0">
		<text>What are you doing, walking around without any protection? Tired of living, is that it? There's an anomaly behind every bush - zap, and you're a goner! Here you don't even dare to piss without protection, or you'll get a dose of radiation right away.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_1">
		<text>Seems like you don't know your way around well yet, so I'll warn you, as a friend: have nothing to do with the military. Once you spot a soldier, get the hell out of there 'cause they have no brains. First they'll put a bullet or ten into you, and then check your wallet to find out your name.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_10">
		<text>Here, the Duty guys rule. "Our dear beloved police force", or something like that. Keep that in mind to avoid trouble. </text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_100">
		<text>Good day.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_101">
		<text>What's up?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_102">
		<text>I wish you well.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_103">
		<text>Hey, dude!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_104">
		<text>Hey.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_105">
		<text>Oh, hey!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_106">
		<text>Hello.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_107">
		<text>Greetings!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_108">
		<text>Hello, Stalker.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_109">
		<text>Greetings, Stalker.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_11">
		<text>You're located in an area where order is maintained by the Duty group. Every demand of the patrol must be carried out without any resistance; all the necessary explanations will be given if the need arises. The code of behavior here is simple: treat everyone with common courtesy, and all will be well.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_110">
		<text>Hey, you, Stalker!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_111">
		<text>Hello.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_112">
		<text>Well, who have we got here?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_113">
		<text>And who is this we have here?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_114">
		<text>Hey, man.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_12">
		<text>If you have questions, then head straight for the Bar and don't bother me. They'll tell you all about it there, and answer your questions, and ask their own. But I'm tight on time.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_13">
		<text>First time here? Then I suggest you go to the Bar: there your colleagues will tell you all the latest news.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_14">
		<text>Try not to get too close to zombies, and don't go to the lab, got it?</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_15">
		<text>I don't recommend you to get near the lab. Too many zombies.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_16">
		<text>You know, I would suggest that you keep your distance from the laboratory complex.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_17">
		<text>Watch out for zombies - they're dumb, aren't afraid of anything. And better not go to the lab - they have their breeding grounds there, or something...</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_18">
		<text>Keep in mind that the Brain Scorcher is close. Don't even think about heading north.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_19">
		<text>Watch out - if you don't want to lose your brains, don't go any further north from here.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_2">
		<text>Be careful when you get past the bridge, got it? There are packs of wandering dogs there. If you don't pay attention, they'll tear your ass apart in no time.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_20">
		<text>Look out for yourself! You know that the Scorcher is very close; if you go north, you'll be another dead dumbass.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_21">
		<text>It's as if we're walking through a minefield, only worse. Who knows what goes on in here? Can't relax even for a second.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_22">
		<text>I suggest you heighten your attention, and once you heighten it, keep it alert and don't relax. The minute you relax, you're a goner - the Reaper will get you on the spot.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_23">
		<text>Here you have to be on your toes all the time! Sleep with one eye open! Shit can happen to you any minute here.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_24">
		<text>Be careful with the dickheads! They're like cockroaches here, tons of them!</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_25">
		<text>Destroy the so-called "Monolithians" as soon as you see them. They're very dangerous - real fanatics!</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_26">
		<text>There are some retards here, they call themselves Monoliths... Or someone else started calling them that - well, don't matter. Basically, they're not afraid of pain. If they run out of rounds, they jump on you themselves and literally try to gnaw through your throat. So, if you see one, don't think twice about it and blow his ass away!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_3">
		<text>Listen up. If you see a tunnel, don't go in. I'm telling it to you straight, 'cause not everyone has the brains not to get themselves into shit. They won't even be able to carry you out afterwards - they'll have to scrape you off the walls. That's the Zone, understand?</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_4">
		<text>Why's your pack so light? Did you also run into the freaks under the bridge? Those motherfuckers! They almost killed me just now. Had to give them almost all of my goods! And they're sitting around, patrolling. Bandits, these grunts at the checkpoints, makes no difference.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_5">
		<text>Why are you going all alone? There are lots of razorheads here, can catch you at any moment! Lately, I heard, they completely lost it - now they're even attacking the security checkpoints!</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_6">
		<text>I'm warning you if you're not up-to-date: lately the bandits have been moving around in here. This is already the second shoot-out with them in just a week. Be careful and watch out - they've already sent six loners to the pearly gates.</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_7">
		<text>Did you by any chance hear what the troops needed in the Research Institute wing? Why have they become so active?</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_8">
		<text>You better be more careful here. The bad guys are hiding out in the main building. In one word, they're jackals - no conscience, no mercy... They would have killed everyone off.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_9">
		<text>You shouldn't go into the Dark Valley alone. There's a nice tight bandit nest there in one of the buildings - still can't smoke them out of there. Be careful not to run into them, man.</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_help_1">
		<text>Help, friend!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_help_10">
		<text>Somebody help!</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_help_11">
		<text>Guards! I'm wounded! Come here!</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_help_12">
		<text>Help! I'm dying!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_help_2">
		<text>Guys, bring the first aid kit!</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_help_3">
		<text>Bring the first aid kit!</text>
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	<string id="dm_intro_help_4">
		<text>Anti-shock, guys! Hurry!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_help_5">
		<text>The first aid kit, men!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_help_6">
		<text>Somebody, give me a first aid kit!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_help_7">
		<text>Friend, the first aid kit... The kit!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_help_8">
		<text>Help, dude!</text>
	</string>
	<string id="dm_intro_help_9">
		<text>Hey friend, can you share your first aid kit, can you?</text>
	</string>
</string_table>
