Metro 2033 ghosts stuck
At least this way, with my cart, I still have the metro. We can’t live up there without masks, so we live down here. Now I can’t feel the wet chill of rain against my face. When I was young the world was open, unchained! Endless sky stretching in all directions. It may be hard for you to understand, but you’re from the stations, yes? You grew up in one? Have you seen the way the old ones, the ones from before, like me, wander around with that aimless look in their eyes? The way their gaze turns skyward, like they want to look through the rock and dirt and soil, up into the sky they can no longer see? They so good, why don’t you live in one, eh? You don’t have to be out here. Just an old man looking to stay alive.Īgain with the talk of the stations. Just like that bend in the rails, they can not be there one day and then be there the next. Or do you think this gun at my side is just for show? There are bandits, mutants, and worse things lurking out there in the tunnels. The tunnel is safe the same way the ride is smooth, traveler. Well, you’re more than welcome to help an old man pedal. Does it matter? The tracks here were straight for years, and then one day, they weren’t. Or maybe new ones, new ones for the new world. Old legends that skulk around in the earth. I hear rumors out here … ghosts, wraiths, mutants. The world was ending … but when had it not been? I was headstrong, impetuous-Hold on now, there’s a dip ahead where something bent the tracks.
#Metro 2033 ghosts stuck full
Remember? Of course I do! I was a young man at the time, full of vodka and drunk on ambition. Back when the world ended and the bombs first fell, I tried. That’s why I’m here, and not someplace else. Well, that’s what that big bastard of a rifle sitting across your legs is for, isn’t it? We shouldn’t these tunnels are usually fairly safe. And when she has, it’s been nothing a few tools and some hard work won’t fix. She’s never broken on me, never come apart. She’s tough, like all of us in the metro. She’s not some weak-willed beast to cave at the first sign of trouble. She may be old, but the gears are still good. It may not look like it, but we’ve already come quite far. And I don’t think you want to walk back to the station. In fact, for you I might … If I could be persuaded to do so. If it starts to sound like a bunch of bolts rattling around in a tin can, then we have a problem. I have enough trouble hauling normal passengers around. Besides, I’d wear my legs out pedaling a pig everywhere. Man’s got to eat, hasn’t he? You see any pigs on this fine cart? Bah! She’s a good cart, but she’s not that big. I didn’t say it would be a silent ride, eh? What? You think an old man like me hires out my cart for the bullets? No noisy engines … Just us, the tunnel, and our thoughts. See? Out of the station, and into the tunnels. Without anyone to maintain them … Things can be a little rough. You might bounce in your seat a few times. You strapped in? The rails can get a little bumpy. I’ve no interest in whatever’s in your bags. You’ve got a lot of equipment in there, eh? You must be strong, carrying all that around-no fears, traveler. Careful don’t put too much weight on that. Well? Are you ready to go? Then climb aboard-that’s it. Oh, and as you might expect … just a small language warning.
#Metro 2033 ghosts stuck series
Interested in exploring the Metro universe, I spent some time thinking about it and then put together this experimental little story as an exercise in my talents (and I am aware that the series is based on a book series, but alas, I have not read them yet). The goal was to create something (a story, piece of art, etc) set in the universe of Metro 2033 (which I had just recently beaten at the time the contest was announced). This story was written for 4A Games’ 4ALives Metro 2033 contest. A bit of a forward, first, by way of explanation.