I’d already died twice, trying to clear out a small warehouse around 30 minutes into my session with Stalker 2. This time, I’d do it better. Rushing in wasn’t an option. I snuck around the side, waiting until two enemy stalkers turned their back, and then bam! With them dead, a cat and mouse game ensued between myself and their allies. Hurt but victorious, my reward was ammo and supplies, broken guns that weren’t worth my time, and a gloomy bloke who chewed me out. Yep, this is certainly Stalker.
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