I am huddled against a wall in the pitch black of a Chernobyl night. I cannot see a thing but I hear everything and everything scares the sh*t out of me. The night is full of malevolence, weird radiation scourged malevolence that offers many kinds of unpleasant death.
I have a torch but if I turn it on it will expose my location to the bandits camped on the far side of the wall. They are crack shots armed with sub machine guns. I am a klutz armed with a broken peashooter that is running low on ammunition. It's 3:00am. I am seriously thinking of waiting it out until sunrise. Three hours is a long wait but at least then I might be able to see enough to sneak my way out, or fight my way out God help me.
I have said before that I value atmosphere over game play. The fact that I am still playing S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Shadow of Chernobyl proves it. The game is as frustrating as ever and maddeningly hard but I am getting sucked in. I want to survive this hell zone.