Recent content by Maturin

I looked for convenient map tools for a while before starting this. Eventually I just settled for less technical accuracy with more customization. Oh, and also incredibly painful cramped fingers with all the skin rubbed off. (I exaggerate, but my god it was inefficient!)

Where else could City 17 be, except on the Black Sea? The setting has the strongest parallels to countries that are on the Black Sea (Russia, Ukraine, Moldova, Romania, Bulgaria), with the Adratic Sea and Baltic Seas the runner up. Only, the Baltic Sea is flat and sandy, unlike the mountainous...

And a version that's been marked up and annotated by Alyx: http://ppitm.deviantart.com/art/Alyx-s-City-17-map-247747037

Thanks for the replies! Here is a cheat sheet version: http://ppitm.deviantart.com/#/d41juwg

Soviet Military Map of City 17 Remember this tiny little thing? I liked it so much that I decided to increase the scope and scale by about a thousand. Last year at college, I happened to have a week in midwinter where I had no classes and not much to do. Rather than drink myself into a...

Check the link again, as I have completed a new chapter, which adds a new character. It also sets up the plot point that will begin the remainder of the story arc and fan fic (aka, the actual plot). But the last chapter may have some typos or awkward phrasing since I haven't edited it much.

There are actually one more "chapter" (as long as all this put together) already online here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6530590/1/bUncivil_b_bSouls_b In which shit impacts a fan. I have a couple more pages of the next section written and polished, but am in the unenviable position of not...

Iskander looked at the curtains of sagging canvas and groaned. Two meters of iron ladder had rusted loose from the factory wall and torn a long gash in the camouflage covering of the passageway connecting the main structure to the annex where his garden was. One of City 17's Stalinist industrial...

Miljan was watching Drinkers. Sitting on a bench in a barricaded courtyard, he could see the street reflected in the large mirror nailed to a nearby tree. The summer rains, which were acidic and contaminated because the wind carried them in from east, had stripped its branches of leaves. The...

I certainly won't argue with that. I'll admit, I've been pretty self-indulgent so far, playing around with the setting instead of thinking about progression. About the alcohol, I may agree with you. The dialog around it seems rather clumsy, and an excuse for exposition. But when they're...

Well, that part wasn't entirely serious. Mostly because my OP sounded rather gassy. Edit: Mised some profanity and the forum doesn't support Yugoslav accent signs. That's Meel-yawn Neditch, case you were wondering. ***** From his perch on the third floor fire escape, Miljan Nedic could just...

To get the confession over with, I've gone and written twenty or so pages of an ongoing, directionless, slightly episodic survival story about two refugees in City 17. I understand that Half-Life isn't like the big RPG titles, whose customization, open-ended gameplay and D&D lineage lend...

The OP isn't insulting to civilians, it just casts them in the role of the mundane stereotype, and the veteran as ideal.

Britain gives a shit. That's why he's banned from entering :P

If she ever gains half a pound that sweater is going to cut off her circulation and kill her.