Stalker Taint's Blog (49)

A sharp sting... Vision illuminated by a heavy light. "Morning?" Marko thought about it before opening his eyes up, wincing to find it was a flashlight from Omar who had a mischievous grin on his face. With a sharp jab, Omar fell to the ground, Marko glaring at the Corporal.

His gaze turned around him, not bothering to say a word to Omar who was getting up, rubbing his chest softly before calling out to Beth that their Captain was fine. The things Marko saw seemed…

A lot of you probably don't know what it is or aren't big fans of it, but pretty much its just animated videos. Drawings and what not. Most people think its just Japanese animation, but technically its any and all animation. Enough, though. Check out this funny ass…

I've recently come across a cat that I've made my very own.

Her name is Chloe. 

If anyone wonder's why its a cat, it was a last minute decision for my friend and he had to give it to someone, so he figured me. Now instead of going with my plans of getting a dog or two I've got a feline that scratches me relentlessly night and day and meows enough that I haven't been getting a lick of sleep. I'll post a picture of the pain in the up later so everyone can see…

Yep! I thought it was a good idea to invest to for any of you who are a part of Twitter! Never use yours? Don't have one? Doesn't hurt to simply follow for when you want to check up on whats going on here in Stalker HQ. 

You can find it by clicking here.

We will also be coming out with a facebook as soon as possible, however the system will not recognize Stalkers HQ has a correct…

Ugh, it took me a while, but I made one for the site that I generally hope will end up successful. It feels like a good idea, and I get the feeling it will get followers like Nexus and Komrads, which means we would have one more fighting force against both the undead and all rogues out there that stand in our way to making a better tomorrow. The link is below for anyone curious or willing to join to help out the cause against the infected.

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I can feel the tension. The contracting muscles that grip slowly against my throat. My jaw clenches tightly and I stare ahead, the scope of my rifle covered by foliage picked from some bushes a couple miles back. The target I'd been tracking for months finally chooses a spot to rest. Quietly my breath begins to slow down and I rest firmly on my stomach in a prone position. Both eyes are open, one closing slowly and I nod in silence to myself. I've been through the scenario a million times…

Hah, I'm not going to make this some long list of 'Ever Had' then insert some topic. I've only got one.

Ever had two people extremely close to you sent to the hospital in the same night and as you waited in that dank little white room, watching the pale door's windows, not a single word going through your mind because for some reason you can't even process a single word? What about if when the first doctor came out and told you that your father had died in the process of…