The Entwined Lovers.
Click me for location 036/066
Legend has it that a two survivors, a male and female... blind to all but themselves, had traversed the map for many months and becoming lax with their skills attempted to climb the ladder at the Vybor school.... together. This resulted in a cojoining of the bodies and an immediate launch off the ladder. They were thrown upwards and outwards, tracing an arc through the sky not unlike a pair of conjoined bodies shot upwards and outwards off a ladder. Their love for the wilderness and forests of Chernarus was so intense that when they struck the ground they become as one with the brutal land and sprouted as trees, still clinging and holding each other as they reached upwards, their branches interwoven..their leaves overlooking us all.
Click me for location 036/066
Legend has it that a two survivors, a male and female... blind to all but themselves, had traversed the map for many months and becoming lax with their skills attempted to climb the ladder at the Vybor school.... together. This resulted in a cojoining of the bodies and an immediate launch off the ladder. They were thrown upwards and outwards, tracing an arc through the sky not unlike a pair of conjoined bodies shot upwards and outwards off a ladder. Their love for the wilderness and forests of Chernarus was so intense that when they struck the ground they become as one with the brutal land and sprouted as trees, still clinging and holding each other as they reached upwards, their branches interwoven..their leaves overlooking us all.
The Blair Witch thingy.
Click for location 025/078
Back in the ancient times there were such wonders as electricity that powered great objects such as tele-vision and vid-eo-record-ers. These objects found there way into the hands of the youth of the day and moving picture stories were made that captured the imagination of ...the youth of the day. This resulted in such great tales as, a pile of sticks crossed in the woods with some rocks strewn about meant that a witch was present... and if you were a whiny teenager going camping with shit preparation then you were fucked. This current monument stands as a reminder to those of you currently exploring, always be prepared and don't forget your beans.
Click for location 025/078
Back in the ancient times there were such wonders as electricity that powered great objects such as tele-vision and vid-eo-record-ers. These objects found there way into the hands of the youth of the day and moving picture stories were made that captured the imagination of ...the youth of the day. This resulted in such great tales as, a pile of sticks crossed in the woods with some rocks strewn about meant that a witch was present... and if you were a whiny teenager going camping with shit preparation then you were fucked. This current monument stands as a reminder to those of you currently exploring, always be prepared and don't forget your beans.
Look...sticks
Green Mountain
Click for location 037/093
More commonly known as 'The Mountain' amongst the vets across this great land, Green Mountain is a tale of tragedy and triumph, a place of curses and renewal, absolute horror and extreme quietness. It is a place that all must travel to at least once, stand and appreciate its loneliness, soak its knowledge as it looks out over the forests, the valleys and the fields. It is simply alive with it's emptiness.
Click for location 037/093
More commonly known as 'The Mountain' amongst the vets across this great land, Green Mountain is a tale of tragedy and triumph, a place of curses and renewal, absolute horror and extreme quietness. It is a place that all must travel to at least once, stand and appreciate its loneliness, soak its knowledge as it looks out over the forests, the valleys and the fields. It is simply alive with it's emptiness.
Axe out, always be prepared, there might be something here. But there isn't..but maybe..no there is not.
The Demarcation Line
Click for location 000/079
The Line, The Edge, the place of much hiding of the loot in the time of The Mod. A place where the great creators decided, that is enough..no more trees. The grass shall not whisper and the sun shall beat down remorselessly, this shall be a place of pain and unforgivingness. Good news fellow travelers, it isn't, it's a place of freedom where one can strip and run free without fear of snipers, ladders and unexplainable broken limbs.
Click for location 000/079
The Line, The Edge, the place of much hiding of the loot in the time of The Mod. A place where the great creators decided, that is enough..no more trees. The grass shall not whisper and the sun shall beat down remorselessly, this shall be a place of pain and unforgivingness. Good news fellow travelers, it isn't, it's a place of freedom where one can strip and run free without fear of snipers, ladders and unexplainable broken limbs.
As always fellow travellers, never forget to take plenty of liquid and food if one wants to explore this barren place. Crawling from exhaustion hasn't been fun since forever.
The End of Road
Click for location 000/060
The fabled End of the Road, a lovely fast long section through a scenic view of forest pines that dips down into a corner where one can really pour on the tourqe and sheer grunt ,that is the muscle cars strength, up into a rising straight that ends abruptly and ultimately spells doom for the awesome but sadly under braked muscle cars off the 70's era.
Click for location 000/060
The fabled End of the Road, a lovely fast long section through a scenic view of forest pines that dips down into a corner where one can really pour on the tourqe and sheer grunt ,that is the muscle cars strength, up into a rising straight that ends abruptly and ultimately spells doom for the awesome but sadly under braked muscle cars off the 70's era.
The road that leads to the ending of the road
The official end of the road
The last of the tar
Dead Fish Lake
Click for location 017/005
A place that waits for rain and replenishment. An earthen bowl unfulfilled these many months, the constant rain being sucked beneath its greedy grasp like a sponge that never overflows. One day ..one day we will fill our water bottles here and catch the elusive Chernarussuian cod.
Click for location 017/005
A place that waits for rain and replenishment. An earthen bowl unfulfilled these many months, the constant rain being sucked beneath its greedy grasp like a sponge that never overflows. One day ..one day we will fill our water bottles here and catch the elusive Chernarussuian cod.
The Burnout Pad
Click for location 013/011
Pre apocalypse there was a flood of Americans and Australians to Chernarus, we all know what this means.. fat cars and burnouts. Unfortunately after the infection this tyre soaked flat of hallowed concrete fell into unforgetfullness and ruin. Every time one visits ...one needs to close ones eyes and imagine..imagine the rythmic beat of thirsty dual headed v8 motors screaming at full peak, a demon of noise blowing smoke out the rears that would put Mt Vesuvius to shame. Sadly this is no more as Europe was populated with more and more meek vehicles until we ended up with such things as the 'Gaz' and even more terribly limited machines where an engine, gearbox and diff were an afterthought. Lets not even mention the terrible faux brown interiors or third world paint jobs. It is ok to shed a tear here, man tears in memory of such great things are no shame.
Click for location 013/011
Pre apocalypse there was a flood of Americans and Australians to Chernarus, we all know what this means.. fat cars and burnouts. Unfortunately after the infection this tyre soaked flat of hallowed concrete fell into unforgetfullness and ruin. Every time one visits ...one needs to close ones eyes and imagine..imagine the rythmic beat of thirsty dual headed v8 motors screaming at full peak, a demon of noise blowing smoke out the rears that would put Mt Vesuvius to shame. Sadly this is no more as Europe was populated with more and more meek vehicles until we ended up with such things as the 'Gaz' and even more terribly limited machines where an engine, gearbox and diff were an afterthought. Lets not even mention the terrible faux brown interiors or third world paint jobs. It is ok to shed a tear here, man tears in memory of such great things are no shame.
Now..
...then.