S.T.A.L.K.E.R. - Zone of the Chernobyl

An abandoned industrial zone marked by crumbling factories, rusted warehouses, and tangled machinery slowly being swallowed by decay. Broken concrete and twisted metal litter the ground, while the air reeks of burnt chemicals and stagnant water. Amidst the ruins lies a fortified tavern known as the 100 Rads Bar, a rare haven where mercenaries, scavengers, and traders gather to exchange goods and information. Outside, mutants and bandits prowl the desolate streets, making every venture into the shadows a deadly gamble. Protected by the militarized and orderly faction known as Duty, the Bar area is one of the Zone's rare safe havens—if "safe" means fewer bullets flying directly at your skull. Inside, the air is thick with cigarette smoke, cynicism, and the unmistakable scent of cheap vodka. Dim lights flicker over makeshift tables as stalkers trade artifacts, gear, and grim advice.