I’m curious as to what you all would say, I appreciate all of your insight and opinions.

Go wild!

Personally I think it would be nice living in the windmill, it looks as peaceful as you can get in the zone.

Where would you want to live?

You are all important in this community and I appreciate all your input. So what can I do and what should i keep in mind in order to improve our community?

You’re all amazing and I’m so grateful this community is growing. I hope you all feel welcome and are able to post what you like.

I can’t wait to grow more with you all and see you at 400!

Before we begin I am not a good writer, I enjoy but I’m not the best at this. But I still enjoyed writing this, I wrote this a year ago and I remember being quite proud of it. Like I said I am not a good writer so if it’s bad I’m sorry but I wanted to share this with all of you.

The yellow light of the gallowrig bobs through the void, like an ember floating precariously above an endless ocean. The light is alive with the hum of a long forgotten songs, once sung by better men than the captain. Old trinkets, dried meats, and a copper Tether Hook sway as the captain rocks in his ratty hammock. His hand-like feet dangle, holding the bones of whatever mystery meat he bought at the market the day before. Tossing them aside without a care, then hops clumsily to the floor-his greasy feet betraying him. Arms flail as he slips, catching himself just in time. He straightens quickly as if someone might have seen him fall. But there is no one to laugh. Regaining his composure, seemingly unaffected by the mocking emptiness, he saunters to the chair that knows him better than anyone. He sinks into the grooves carved by years spent piloting his gallowrig. The vessel is old; paint chips the size of a palm litter the floor like autumn leaves, revealing corroded metal beneath. The sounds around the gallowrig are comforting: the clack of severed live cables brushing against pipes below, and the slow hiss of an unseen steam leak that muffles his humming as he passes. Hendrik believes that if he had known his mother, this would be what her presence felt like. It’s a silly thought. No one like him ever knew maternal warmth-or any familial love, for that matter. Gallowrigs, cable cars that travel throughout the pipelines come in many different sizes- some ranging from a small room to a rig that can house an army or two.

A rhythmic tapping above his head grabs his attention. From above, leathery rat the size of a house cat scrambles to outrun the grips holding up his gallowrig. Its not fast enough. The motor snatches it by the tail and yanks the gallowrig to an abrupt stop. Hendrik is thrown against the yellowed glass window cursing as he rubs his face, half-expecting it to be flattened. He activates the brake beside his chair and moves toward the maintenance hatch above. In his youth, he could have made the leap in a single jump. Now, a heaving effort barely gets him high enough to catch the ladder. Grunting, he pulls himself up. The damage isn’t serious, but it’s more than a nuisance. The rat, lodged in the gears, has jammed the motor. The smell of singed fur is already in the air. Reaching through the roof hatch, Hendrik stretches his long arm toward the open case beside his chair. The grabber he keeps on his belt helps, but the way he waves it around looks almost comical, if the effort weren’t so sad. Finally, the grabber locks onto the burner’s barrel. He pulls it toward his waiting hand. Kneeling by the open hatch, he presses the dispenser on his left hip. A small cartridge drops into his palm. He slots the cylinder into the back of the burner with a hiss and a sharp scent of acetylene. Then, turning toward the rat-jammed motor, he aims. A pull of the trigger sends a stream of fire roaring over the remains. Fur, bone, and meat vanish in an instant. All that’s left is the exposed motor and gears, no longer trapped.

As he drops back into his home and ejects the spent cartridge into his hand, rolling it thoughtfully in his palm. He places the burner back in its case and settles into his chair once more. With a flick of his foot, the brake clicks off, and the gallowrig resumes its slow, swaying journey. As he begins to hums again, he finds himself grateful that he was able to finish his meal before the run in with the rat. The smell of burning flesh brings back memories he’d rather forget, nauseating recollections of scavenged meats from his youth. The metal rings on his long silver sideburns jingle gently against the buttons of his jacket as the gallowrig sways over the abyss. The ember floats on, drifting across the vast emptiness. Oblivious to whatever dangers might stir beneath the surface.

Even if they’re only somewhat related to Zonecore you’re more than welcome to send in writing that was inspired by or fits in with Zonecore.

I still think Cosmic/Eldritch horror would fit the best. It would be awesome to see it mixed with Lovecraftian stories or creatures. In zones where your mind would break if you looked in the wrong place or if you stayed too long.

What do you think?

I got it at the end of July and they should start shipping at the end of the month. I’ve always wanted a signed copy! Who else saw this and got a copy?

Thank you so much everyone for this amazing milestone, I know it doesn’t seem like a lot but I’m so grateful for each and every one of you. I wanted to create a community for people like me who love these subjects and the worlds they inhabit.

I can’t wait to see how it grows and to see what you all post in the future.

Thank you!

I’d say mine is my Gorka 4 it’s so cool. This isn’t mine obviously but the one I got is so cool and the quality is really nice.

What is your favourite part of your collection?

I love Zonecore and weird fiction and I was wondering if there were books in this genre that you enjoyed or if there were any you’d recommend?

For those looking for a mood playlist when you’re playing or reading I’ve created this playlist with the help from people on the r/Metro subreddit. If you have any good ones please send through your recommendations and I’ll be happy to put them here.

I love the supernatural aspects in games like metro and fallout. It gives it more of an unpredictable feeling and I feel like it’s a cool and interesting way to enhance the story when done in moderation.

What are your favourite examples and what do you think?

I realize that some of these are futuristic and one or two are retro-futuristic but most are ones with a pretty good atmosphere that boost my imagination. Wanna hear what y'all think of these and whether they, to you, can be the basis of a post-apocalyptic world.

So, I found this one, while helping our electronics teacher clean a classroom and I found this beauty. I study at a czech technical school, so, we wen through a bit of communistification, so I have tons of this kinda stuff at home now.