Six months later and the threat of Chernarus still lingers, forcing survivors to lift fingers from their mice to mash out a hurried greeting. They type it because there is still something to fear, even when the response is likely to be a bullet in their direction or a bandit with a temporary smile.
But wait, these aren’t the inhabitants of Chernarus you’re questioning now. There’s no ocean here, announcing your death and praising your new life. No towns to be avoided or ones that creep up on you through a break in the trees. No wide expanse of wild-west inspired freedom and swift justice. Glance at a road-sign and you won’t see Russian, but rather familiar English.
“Welcome to Colorado”…Continue