When I think back to this game it's like journey memories. At first very intimidated by the Zone, I ended up feeling at home there. It's dangerous. Odd. Realistic and surreal. Living. Creepy. Everything in the environment was whispering to me, like, "This time the humans with their ideologies and technology have really, really screwed up. To the point where reality itself has some bugs. Some anomalies. And now it's too late." But the autumn night wind was still blowing through the poplars, a few lost Stalkers still warmed their bodies and hearts around a flaming barrel, sharing guitar tunes, vodka and anecdotes to make dawn rise faster, perhaps also to stop hearing the distant grunts... The devs managed to communicate to me a part of their emotional connection for the region of Ukraine where they grew up.
