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apparently S.T.A.L.K.E.R. is loosely based on Tarkovsky's Stalker

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  • My dreams exceed my real life
    Well both are based on Roadside Picnic by the Strugatsky brothers
  • kill living beings
    yeah that's why the nuclear thingie is all mystic 'n' shit
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    I actually knew about this because reading about Stalker and Roadside Picnic was a big influence on what I was doing early on with my novel-thing.
  • I saw a fan of Stalker the book and STALKER the video game get into a really long argument once.

    It was a thing.
  • My dreams exceed my real life
    The book is Roadside Picnic
  • My dreams exceed my real life
    "No, wait a minute." For some reason, Noonan felt cheated. 
    "If you don't know simple things like
    that … All right, the hell with reason. Obviously, it's a real quagmire. OK. But what about the Visitation?
    What do you think about the Visitation?" 
    "My pleasure. Imagine a picnic." 
    Noonan shuddered.
    "What did you say?" 
    "A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. A car drives , off the country road into the
    meadow, a group of young people get out of the car carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios,
    and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds,
    and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do
    they see? Gas and oil spilled on the grass. Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around. Rags, burnt-out
    bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind. Oil slicks on the pond. And of course, the usual mess—apple
    cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody's handkerchief,
    somebody's penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow."
    "I see. A roadside picnic." 
    "Precisely. A roadside picnic, on some road in the cosmos. And you ask if they will come back." 
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    I love that idea so, so much.
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