Only two people can walk away with these excellent prizes.
By Tim Colwill on May 29, 2013 at 4:34 pm
Our Gear up for the Metro with Gigabyte competition had an amazing response, with 100 entries all vying for the prize. Sadly now, we’ve had to pick two (and only two!) entries, and our judges have made the gruelling decision of which two to pick.
But this isn’t just any edition of the GTX 660! This is the limited Metro edition, which also comes with a free copy of the game. Excellent.
Enough delays! Our winners are:
The Weeper will replace any man who is unlucky enough to be unobserved by his comrades for a length of time. The most recent sighting was an incident where the creature replaced the rearmost Ranger guarding a trackcart carrying supplies. Each ranger had a length of rope attached to the cart as the tunnel was unnaturally dark.
It began to walk in his place for some time, never letting the rope go slack, before finally he was called out to. The frontmost Ranger knew what was happening and promptly ran off as he shouted a warning, but it was already too late for the others. As the survivor ran off, only the crying of the other Rangers could be heard.
Although the cart was retrieved there were no sign of the bodies and no known tunnel exits where the creature may have entered from.
With advances to gene technologies in the early 21st century, and an anticipated space race for the colonisation of the first alien planet, open access research allowed scientists to cultivate resilient forms of man, capable of flourishing in the extreme conditions of space.
When nuclear war struck Moscow, a collection of research participants survived, buried beneath the earth within hidden research facilities. As the research became unsustainable, the participants found themselves released back to human settlements, harbouring prototypical augmentations. With the flood of radiation, selective traits were able to flourish; bioluminescence, hypertrophy, telepathy, among others.
The constellation of abilities they possessed drove some into exile, while forcing others to decide between hiding amidst normal humanity or whether to exploit their abilities to forge a better life. Amidst their secrecy, it is clear they are collecting technology and those who can understand it. They appear to be building something. But what?
Both entries captured the essence of the terror of the Metro very well, and the judges imagination at the same time. But! There were heaps of fantastic entries, and we can’t go by without mentioning some of them here.
A true abomination of nature, the Hundread lurks the subways, looking for its next prey. When one of its one hundred rotting human bodies dies, it seeks another to take its place, as the others are forced to watch, screaming in anguish.
It has unmatchable strength and speed, and the only thing those unlucky enough to cross its path will remember is the unbearable stench and the screams of its victims before being torn apart.
The little devil ( AKA: дьявол Litte )
Exploring in the dangerous, dark corners of the Metro is a little problem slowing growing by the day……………Watch were you step !
The ” little devil ” is a fist sized bug that crawls through the rubbish and debris left in dark corners of the games tunnels, when you explore these corners or just are hiding from some other terror they, bite deep into your feet! their sharp teeth shred both leather and toes in one big bite …………….Ouucchhh
You can also carefully grab these little bugs and thow them just like grenades in combat ! Watch with glee as they land on your opponents sholders, arms etc and take a sold chunk out of any creature they land upon……….
Watch out for the ” little devil “………………………..
It’s easy to feel desensitized, to feel like nothing is real anymore.
Today I am definitely dreaming. I’m warm and the air smells sweet, like I’m downwind of a bakery in the mid-morning sun. Is that children laughing? I can picture it all. The park, the parents lazily conversing on the benches, one eye on their precious progeny.
I must wake up, I have to.. But it’s the last thing I want to do. I want this illusion to revel in, I want the hum of humanity.. the blood-rush of cars filling my heartbeat city.
My eyes open.
I am nothing.
I am a square of sentient mold.
I have no mouth and I must dream.
Fear. Dread. Trepidation. As bone-chilling as the meanings of these words are, there is truly no word in the English language capable of capturing the fear of that which one cannot see.
Seryy Tuman, they call it in Russian. Simply meaning “Grey Mist”.
The feeling of malaise as you begin to travel through it; the macabre sensation as the cool, mysteriously dry fog passes over and encompasses you. True terror comes not from the perception of an embodiment of evil or horror. No…true terror comes from the sensation of pure helplessness, and uncertainty of what is to come.
The flashlight may help you see through the darkness. But there is nothing to help you see through the Mist…
When the spears of fire rained from the heavens over 20 years ago it was only the faithful of a precursive Fourth Reich that smiled. Standing tall, astride their war machines of old, they continued to smile as hell washed over them.
But not all died that day.
Atomic fire had fused many to their machines, leaving hulking brutes, unnaturally enlarged, armour plated and driven by a pounding, relentless taste for war and death. Stalkers report that chief amongst them is the horrifying Konigstiger.
Wielding an 88mm cannon and bearing thick armour that made it a weapon so fearsome in battle combined with the fanatical focussed malevolence of its once commander. The earth reverberating with each step, its booming cannon singing a dirge of terror, the clattering of its small arms cascading over the battlefield.
Coordinated, relentless and nearing the Metro, contact is imminent.
Congratulations to our winners!
Please keep an eye on your forum PMs as I’ll shortly be asking for your details so you can claim your prizes. Thanks!