Here, bullets are currency, guns are ugly and homemade, gasmasks spell the difference between life and death, and everyone calls them "gosmosks" in hokey faux-Russian accents. It’s a journey that takes you through creepy tunnels and ruins haunted by shaggy monsters and eerie phantoms, in which tense moments of stealth or exploration might suddenly give way to explosive, crowded firefights.
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