The Complete History and Lore of Mechanic | Dealers of Tarkov

amongst the chaos and barbarism in tarkov  certain groups of individuals are quick to   capitalize upon the death and destruction around  them and while their motives range from altruism   to greed and personal gain one thing they  all share in common is that they maintain a   stable connection to the outside world and that  they are able to source food water weapons and   supplies for anyone who can pay and sometimes  in exchange for getting their hands dirty   these are the stories of the shady men and  women who keep tarkov's machine of death well   oiled with the blood of both innocence and  the guilty these are the dealers of tarkov as isolated and lonely as tarkov may seem one  thing you've learned about the various big players   in the region is just how well connected they  are even some of the more unassuming dealers you   perform jobs for such as therapists have business  dealings and acquaintances in nearly every corner   of the region but some do prefer to work alone  sergey arseniovic semuelov is one of these people   he prefers to be referred to as simply mechanic  and rather than surround himself with gangsters   or foreign diplomats the mechanic is perfectly  comfortable to spend the majority of his time   in his small hideout within the chemical factory  surrounded by his tools and computers but just   because he is alone doesn't mean he is lonely  mechanic keeps himself up to date on the latest   news and happenings around tarkov and the world  via the internet and the numerous surveillance   systems he has meticulously handcrafted mechanics  video and audio surveillance systems are fed   directly into neural networks that include facial  recognition scanning each and every pmc and scav   that ventures out into the open and creating  a database that can track their every movement   and it's no surprise that mechanic has designed  these systems and keeps to himself his lone wolf   tendencies and nearly agoraphobic lifestyle has  an explanation mechanic absolutely detests modern   society and as your relationship with him grows  and you listen to his philosophical ramblings   you may learn a thing or two about tarkov  and you may learn something about yourself tap tap tap the steady rhythm of rain  droplets are the metronome of nature   as big fat droplets fall from the brush above  you and splash onto the barrel of your ak-74   you've been sitting in the mud concealed  by the bushes around you for three   maybe four hours now you're not really sure  anymore the misery of being cold and wet has   faded somewhat as fatigue and sleeplessness  has crept its way into your consciousness   your eyelids begin to become heavy as your  mind wanders and recreations of the last   week's events unfold in your head just a week ago  you were loading onto a helicopter with your unit   deploying from st petersburg to investigate some  kind of incident in the norvin's special economic   zone everyone was there boris ivanovic dimitri  miguel for some reason you all thought you'd be   fast roping into the terror group headquarters  maybe have some kind of legendary gun battle   then be picked up and be on your way back home  within a day maybe two tops this job was going to   pay so well you were all going to retire live out  the rest of your days just drinking and fishing   hell you'd all been in the military for  so long before joining bear that all of   us were just ready to hang up our rifles and  helmets and just be normal people for once   then your memories turned darker in a bloody  scene of dimitri's head snapping back while on   your first patrol shot in the face dead instantly  the next day mikhail sacrificed himself by diving   on top of a grenade thrown by some yusek piece  of [ __ ] they're all gone now it's only you a friendly scav and by friendly you mean he  didn't shoot you on sight told you about a guy   named prapper and now you're sitting here in the  mud trying to kill the locals that have gone mad   just to prove yourself to him a sudden  shot of adrenaline pulls you out of   your waking nightmares as you finally spot  movement near the shallow end of the river   a lone scav is attempting to make a crossing but  whatever he's managed to find in his backpack has   him moving slow this won't be too difficult you  think to yourself and you gently place the stock   of your kalashnikov in your shoulder carefully  aiming you pull the trigger and take the shot   [ __ ] you rip the charging handle to the rear  and eject the dud round and seat a fresh one   of the chamber again [ __ ] my gun is [ __  ] you mutter and rip the dust cover off to   inspect the guts of your rifle there it is  your hammer spring is broken in one spot   you replace the dust cover and pull your grack  pistol it's the only weapon you have left   you'll need to get this fixed and soon or you'll  be seeing your squad mate sooner rather than later back at prapper's makeshift shop you show him  your busted rifle and ask about parts he doesn't   have any he's willing to give you and he sure as  hell isn't going to give you a brand new rifle   but just as you're about to leave he calls you  back and tells you to head to the old chemical   plant and there you'll find a man known as  mechanic who'll be able to fix your weapon   finding mechanic wasn't too difficult and i  guess you could say that he found you first   luckily enough you decided to visit the  factory when things were relatively quiet   just yesterday you heard enough gunfire  coming out of this place that you were   expecting a bullet between the eyes as soon as  you walked in the place but today it's eerily   silent while walking past some old service  doors that looked locked and welded shut   a tiny electronic voice erupted from a small  concealed speaker on the wall pmc stop right there   rapper had one of his message boys call ahead  holster your weapon and stand where you are i   can help you but i don't want any funny business  okay you notice the small red light emanating from   a camera and realize he can see you you nod and  the sound of about a dozen heavy locks clicking   and clacking open comes from the rusted metal  door in front of you standing in front of you as   a man of average height and slender build wearing  a flannel button-up shirt stained with oil residue   and singed in spots from small electrical arcs he  wears dark rim spectacles and possesses a stern   yet unthreatening face he stands at the edge  of darkness but you can spot hundreds of small   indicator lights blinking behind him and hear  the whirring of electronics and the clicking of   servos behind him he motions you in and before he  can turn on any lights you immediately notice the   change in temperature it's a solid 15 degrees  hotter in here than out on the factory floor   fluorescent lights wink on and you take in your  surroundings to your left is a simple but sturdy   workbench and a half disassembled assault rifle  that you don't recognize it's definitely a newer   model and definitely western in origin along  the left wall are racks upon racks of firearms   in various states of assembly and repair and  neatly organized bins of parts pins and springs   the majority of the room is dominated by server  racks computers and fiber optic cables they're   all neatly bundled together labeled and color  coded along the far walls what seems like some   kind of command center with multiple high  resolution computer monitors displaying full   color surveillance images and what appears to be  dozens of different locations you don't recognize   with some of the cameras displaying small  digital boxes framed around the faces of   individuals carrying rifles tracking their faces  as they move two additional monitors have some   kind of computer code displayed and one is on a  web page you can't make out from this distance   mechanic glances at you with an arched eyebrow  and calmly walks over to the computer displays   and turns them all off with a single press of  a button i hear you have a broken rifle he says   turning back to you you unsling your rifle and  check that the safety is still engaged then toss   the rifle to mechanic catching the rifle mechanic  swiftly disengages the safety and your heart skips   a beat as you realize you've been double crossed  mechanic then racks the bolt and ejects to the   round in the chamber catching it in his hand  noticing that you've reached for your pistol he   gives you a knowing smile and he inspects the  cartridge primer very light primer strike the   hammer isn't hitting with enough force probably  your hammer spring i have a million of them no big   deal and yes i am mechanic i have a lot of work to  do so after this is done are you willing to help   it's a shame there's so little time in the  programmer unit for the plc100 is out of order   and all these orders to boot whatever why am i  telling you this i need you to assemble an mp133 i   won't have time for it and i'm missing some parts  too this gun should have more than 47 ergonomics with a freshly repaired rifle back in your  possession you head back to your hideout taking   back roads and detours to avoid any trouble so  you have time to think who is this mechanic guy   what are all those machines and computers  and he seems to take orders for specific   guns from someone you try to piece it together  but eventually abandon the idea and think of how   you put this gun together for him you arrive at  the hideout and after rummaging around through   the spare junk you've managed to accumulate in  the last few days you're surprised to find that   you can actually put together the gun the mechanic  wants the mp133 you found on a dead scav is rusted   in spots but it seems to work all right and you  hope that it will meet his expectations returning   to mechanic's shop the next day you see him  hunched over some delicate looking circuit boards   with a soldering iron he glances at the shotgun  then nods towards the other side of the room   you got it leave it in the corner then he kicks a  cardboard box by his feet towards you and resumes   his work looking inside it contains a bundle of  rubles and a glock 17 with a 50 round ammo pack   the glock appears to be brand new and still  has the copper colored anti-season compound   on the slide rails you're not sure where or when  mechanic got this but you accept the payment he   finishes with whatever he was working on and  moves over towards a computer monitor near you   that is displaying some kind of graph showing the  rise and fall of something you don't understand   you've not failed with the shotgun so  you may know your way around the tools   that didn't save me much time though all  exchanges are on fire hope it won't start a panic   nevertheless the plan remains the same i don't  think it'll last long okay i need you to work and   you try to get hold of an aks70 for you i need it  with a b11 handguard 60 rounder and compact make   sure it's light yes indexes have nothing to do  with this hope you remembered everything see you   soon this guy shares a way of making conversation  you think to yourself indexes like the stock   market you aren't really sure what he was rambling  about in between your instructions but he seems   to be paying pretty well for these builds so you  head out and begin looking for the parts he needs   lucky for you it didn't take long to source  all the parts that fit mechanics description   and even though you almost resorted to taking an  angle grinder to the handguard retainer cap you   got all the parts installed and brought it back to  mechanic's shop satisfied with your work he hands   you a big bundle of cash and produces a cigarette  from his breast pocket and sticks it in his mouth   lighting it with a zibo lighter before flicking  it closed and speaking through smoke-filled lungs   when i was a child people used to say  that it's not the destination that matters   but the journey itself he pauses letting  the words linger in the air like a cigarette   smoke before continuing but what if the  destination is yourself what do you know   how you use your reflexes how  many bullets are in your magazine   this feels particularly true when you're supposed  to survive clinging to this world with your teeth   he trails off while he was speaking he  wasn't looking at anything in particular   and now his gaze seems unfocused and distant as  if he's recalling something profound he seems   to snap out of it and looks you in the eye and  says sharply i need an mp5 50 round mag silencer   tactical flashlight he pauses then fixes you with  a cool stare and decide for yourself what's more   important to you the journey or the destination  you nod and leave the factory wondering what the   meaning of his philosophical tone was is this some  kind of metaphor or test is he going to ask me   about this later you have no idea but you trudge  off into the night to collect the parts he needs   returning once again with a completed build  mechanic simply mutters an acknowledgment of   how the gun is quiet and effective then hands  you another bundle of cash this time it's euros   you stand there for a moment expecting  another order for a very specific gun   but this time mechanic sits there in his chair  and eyes you up and down like he's sizing you   up trying to decide if he wants to speak his  mind or not eventually he does speak and says   yesterday someone was banging at the closed door  in the kitchen sounds weird right i absolutely   understand this is impossible there's some sort of  rational fear inside me like a child when you're   afraid of monsters under the bed i think these  fears grow stronger the farther away you are from   civilization when you're among others as part of  a society even if you find a monster under the bed   you can tell someone about it when you're alone  in the dark every day it doesn't work that way   he pauses grabs another cigarette lights it  he's always smoking after a moment of silence   he continues i'll tell you what it was the next  time since the irregularities don't stop there   for example someone's jamming my signal presumably  from the shoreline territory it's a hard trick to   pull without powerful antennas try to look for  satellite dishes most likely they use something   that looks similar should be at least two  about 400 450 meters away from each other   you just want me to find the antennas you ask he  simply nods and resumes sanding what appears to   be a betting job on a remington 700 chassis as  it turns out the journey to shoreline was more   dangerous and time consuming than the actual task  mechanic gave you the satellite dishes were easy   to find and although you didn't really understand  the implications of doing this job mechanic has   been paying very well for relatively simple tasks  returning to mechanic you give him the coordinates   of the antennas and after muttering about why  someone would want to do something or other   he smirks and looks up at you from his chair  i promise to tell you about the monster   you look at him confused for the first time he  cracks a smile and shows his large perfectly   straight but nicotine stained teeth my story from  the other day remembering you nod and he continues   it was a failed controller it flipped out and  seemed as if someone was knocking at the door   jesus christ you think to yourself this hermit  might be spending a little too much time alone   he continues that's how we create fears  for ourselves interestingly if i didn't go   and check what it was it would be turned  off in 15 minutes by the shutdown relay   after that it would be extremely difficult  to determine the source of the night sound   that's how all those stories from  the newspapers are born i assume   he coughs swallows then pauses for a moment  before continuing i can bypass the signal   jammers by reconfiguring their frequency without  a rousing suspicion of their owner as if things   are still the same as they were i need a bit  of electronics for this i think you can help me   the materials must be found silently so  no one would know what we're working on   he reaches into his breast pocket and instead of  producing a cigarette he withdraws a small piece   of paper folded up into a small square between his  index and middle finger and holds it out to you   you reach for it and notice his thumb is sticking  out kind of like a finger gun you pause for the   briefest of seconds before grabbing the paper and  unfolding it to reveal a list of computer parts   you quickly calculate the quickest routes to  the ultra shopping mall in your head knowing   there will probably be some of these pc parts  laying around there walking through the woods   by yourself you wonder if the finger gun gesture  was intentional or just a coincidence as your mind   wanders you start to ponder the almost comical  metaphorical nature of it before catching yourself   oh god i must be spending too much time around  that guy with all those philosophical monologues   now here i am trudging through the  woods the philosopher of tarkov   after some time carefully navigating the outskirts  of the customs area you stand on the overpass that   offers a good view of the ultra shopping mall  you never visited tarkov before its descent   into madness but you vaguely remember seeing  advertisements for this place on the television   the overcast skies broken windows derelict  vehicles in the parking lot is a far cry from the   colorful and sunny advertisements that came with  a cheerful jingle politely asking you if you'd   like to stop by for a fun day of shopping with  the family there's most likely some electronic   stores in there and if that fails there's probably  plenty of computers and various offices around the   place that might not be completely ransacked  by now you cautiously make your way inside   turns out that your intuition was correct  and while avoiding some loud and very drunk   scavs sitting around a burn barrel you quickly  found a back office in an old furniture store   that had just what you needed you return the  items to mechanic who mumbles an acknowledgement   for your efforts while tossing you a bundle of  cash then head out the following day you return   to mechanic on the way there you realize that of  all the scum and tarkov willing to give you work   you find his company the most welcoming he  isn't trying to actively kill you by sending   you out into combat on a daily basis and his  philosophical nature at times can be endearing   you wonder that maybe when all this is over  maybe you and he could go get a drink someday   that same line of thought trails off as you  think of the odds of you ever actually escaping   how many bodies have you seen in your short time  here how many of those bodies were because you   pulled the trigger nobody really lasts long here  what makes you think that you'll actually make it   out the thought is interrupted by the realization  that you're standing in front of mechanic's shop   the door is open and he is standing in front of  you he motions you in mechanic studies you for   a moment then says someday we will get rid of  the invisible hand which used to brand us with   employee badges and now caused this mess he flips  through a few papers in his hands that have all   kinds of writing and something that looks like  a map or a layout of an area he continues and   i think it will lead us to a great war at least  all current events look like preconditions to it   he glances up at you sees the confused  but interested look on your face   decides to get straight to the point i worked  here at the chemical plant as a ordinary foreman   there it is you're finally starting to understand  who this man is he continues it was a good time   everyone thought so including me he pauses for  a second with the faintest hint of a smile on   his face before turning grim now it's full of  scavs and swarming with brigands and outlaws   i want to make use of the factory premises i need  you to find out which exits can still be used   finally finding the schematic he was searching for  he tosses over what looks like to be a map of the   factory with a three doors circled in red you nod  pick up your rifle and head out the door mechanic   shop is one of the most easily accessible but yet  hidden areas in the factory you can visit him with   relative ease but actually exploring deeper into  the factory itself is not for the faint of heart   recently bear operatives have been closing in on  whatever remaining u sec that are positioned here   as the most recent intelligence indicates that  there may be an access point to a secret terror   group laboratory somewhere inside the factory  in addition to that like mechanic indicated the   place seems to be teeming with armed locals that  will shoot any pmc on site you can't simply walk   around the place and go sightseeing but you feel  confident you can get this job done in a timely   manner the main entrance and exit is easy that's  where you'll start gate 3 by the looks of it on   the map the mechanic provided you checking it  off your list you carefully poke your head out   and observe the main factory floor the place is  dark and you can hear shuffling and murmuring   of scavs as they attempt to overturn some piece  of equipment at the edge of the light's reach   far off to your right looking at your map you  need to head straight and left on a tight corridor   to the next exit shouldering your ak at a low  ready you carefully and quietly head towards the   hallway in front of you after not even four steps  forward you step on a flat piece of sheet metal   that almost causes you to lose your balance and in  the process the piece of metal is flung out from   your foot and loudly crashes into a large piece  of machinery looking to your right you spot the   heads of scavs snap over to your direction  and shout an alarm dropping whatever they   were trying to overturn and grabbing shotguns  and pistols from their backs and waistbands   the quickest one to bear arms with a pistol  lets off a flurry of shots in your direction   they go whizzing above your head reacting as  you've been trained you let off a burst of   five rounds in automatic fire to suppress them  as you dash towards the corridor in front of you   you hear footfalls approaching from behind as  three scavs are in hot pursuit the corridor is   extremely dark with a single red blinking light  serving as the only illumination in the area   there is almost no cover and you decide to try  to beat them to the other end halfway down the   hallway your heart sinks as you hear them  enter the hallway behind you shooting wildly   glass panes to your right explode as bullets  meant for you shatter them with their impact   you're almost to the end of the hallway when a  searing white hot pain erupts from your right   forearm you glance down to see gouts of blood  spurting from a gaping wound just above your elbow   not like this you mutter to yourself attempting  to bring your rifle up to fire but your fingers   no longer respond to your commands transitioning  your rifle to your other shoulder you empty your   magazine down the hallway the thunderous report  of your rifle reverberating off the walls of the   corridor and the screams of the scavs on the other  end fueling your bloodlust and giving you the fuel   you needed to stay in the fight you slide around  the corner and kick the magazine release and the   empty mag out with it and see a fresh magazine  the corridor is now silent pain and the feeling   of wetness reminds you of your wound and you tear  open your eye fact mounted to your plate carrier   spilling its contents on the floor and finding the  cat tourniquet wrapping it just above the elbow   you crank the windlass unbearably tight until  the spurting blood turns into a tiny trickle   your heart drops into your stomach as you now hear  more voices at the end of the corridor attracted   by all the commotion but it's not scavs it's  english your blood turns to ice as you realize   that a squad of yousek has come to investigate  rage consumes every part of your being as you   realize that this is how your story will end  you'll be some bloodied and bullet-riddled   corpse left to rot on some dying factory in the  middle of nowhere shouts and automatic gunfire   erupt from the end of the hall but not in your  direction cautiously peeking around the corner   you see muzzle flashes as the eusek have turned  their attention to something else they're shouting   wildly and firing in a panic and you can  hear one how the [ __ ] does he move so fast   you hear something huge impact soft flesh and  you could swear that even at this distance   you can hear the wind being completely knocked out  of someone i'm empty reloading reload a loud and   wet grotesque smack reverberates off the walls of  the corridor you retreat even further only peaking   enough so that one eyeball can witness whatever  the hell is going on at the end of the hallway   a figure straight out of a nightmare turns the  corner and begins to walk in your direction it's   a man you think slim but covered head to toe  in corded sweating and tattooed muscle his arms   are flecked with gore and he drags a massive  sledgehammer on the ground behind him and his   face is hidden by what looks like a welding mask  barely able to restrain a gasp you've seen enough   and quietly retreat to an access stairwell  that leads to an underground service tunnel   with the adrenaline of combat fading and slowly  being replaced by the terror of being discovered   by the sledgehammer wielding abomination the pain  in your arm begins to amplify and you nearly let   out a whimper the moment you hear the heavy hammer  come to a rest on the concrete floor above you   you stay absolutely silent as you hear the labored  breathing above you muffled by the mask he wears   after what seems like an eternity you hear the  scrape of the hammer being hoisted up once again   and the masked madman slowly walks off headed  to another part of the factory long after the   sound of the footsteps were no longer audible  you let out a shuddering sigh of relief and   realize that you've been holding your breath for  some time gasping in air you're relieved to find   that the hiding place you chose just so happened  to be another exit out of the factory this one   marked sellers you quickly check the lock on the  door and find that it's in working condition and   not blocked then slowly make your way towards  gate zero the final exit some days later after   a rough and extremely painful surgery performed  by the therapist you're ready to head out again   you stop by mechanic shop to tell them  the news that all exits are good to go   you give mechanic back his map stained with your  blood now and he glances at your bandaged arm good   old factory sure has changed he remarks  then takes a long drag off a cigarette   he turns around rummaging through a box behind  him part of you wishes that he cared more about   your injury but crying over spilled blood and  tarkov is just how things are done around here   he turns around with a wad of cash in one hand  and a pretty high-end computer part in the other   you vaguely remember one of your younger cousins  showing you one of these a long time ago it's a   graphics card like for computer games but what  the hell are you going to do with this mechanic   sees your confusion and frustration and after  letting out a large plume of smoke begins to speak   the other day someone has decided to crash the  market by unloading a thick wad of bitcoins   so thick that targo x started accepting  bids 10 times cheaper than the market value   he paces towards his rack of computer and  server hardware bids queue kept going while   being constantly replenished with cheaper  bids i managed to buy a couple hundred by   chance and today the price is back to normal  as if nothing had ever happened he looks at   you seriously we need to get into that action  while the market is being controlled like this   still confused you have many questions about what  the hell all this means mechanic sits you down and   explains to you that all the computer gadgetry  around him is the beginnings of a bitcoin farm   and that those farms can generate a form of  free currency that is largely unregulated   and that if you help him he can provide the  knowledge and some parts so you can start a   bitcoin farm of yourself not only that but if  you can find items of interest for him he can   also supply you with raw bitcoin knowing that even  within tarkov where you seem so far away from any   semblance of normal society money can still buy  you almost anything and the more of it you have   the better chances of your survival and  eventual escape so you agree over time   you aid mechanic in fixing up the factory so that  he has adequate power and cooling for his farm   on one occasion you had to traverse a rather  hostile area of the custom zone to retrieve a   large package of graphics cards that were seized  when violence erupted each time you fulfilled one   of his requests he typically paid you in bitcoin  or provided some kind of other helpful aid   and as promised eventually you got a small bitcoin  farm of your own operating out of your hideout   mechanic always was reclusive but as you continued  to help him build up his various computer networks   he stopped leaving his workshop and  refused to meet with anyone besides you   on one occasion even requested that you begin  bringing him his beloved cigarettes and on one   trip to drop off electronics food and water  for him he stopped you before leaving and said   i have two neural networks you know pausing for  a moment to allow you to consider what he meant   one recognizes the faces and the cameras that  i have installed around tarkov and scans them   against the databases the other monitors the  cryptocurrency trading and reacts to it you   notice for the first time that he almost never  looks at you in the eye when talking anymore   today i decided to create one more it will monitor  the temperature humidity pressure and other   parameters of my hideout amongst other things and  respond to my mood you consider this for a minute   neural networks are supposed to be  some kind of self-learning ai system   but it sounds like he's trying to  make some kind of a digital companion   i called her lucia the neural network i mean  so when i keep silent it does well and even   reminds me to get some sleep when necessary  but as soon as i start talking to myself   it attempts to distract me putting on music or  something like that you listen silently intrigued   by this new side of mechanic that he's never  revealed before he continues however i trained   her with phrases from movies at the time it seemed  like this was appropriate but not for me i'll have   to think about what stimuli are the best to mimic  real people rather than society in its stereotypes   for the first time mechanic looks forlorn and  his eyes look weary he trails off you're not   sure what to say or do but before you leave he  gives you another gun build order and this time   before leaving you rest a hand on his shoulder  and give him a slight smile he seems momentarily   taken aback by the gesture at first but but  returns a grin and you once again part ways   during this time you also continued to  help mechanic build his custom order guns   each time you visited mechanic would typically  begin with a philosophical monologue of some kind   that over time you came to expect and enjoy his  cynical but thoughtful outlook on the world and   societies of modern nations were like an oasis of  sanity in a part of the world that had devolved   so much the more time you spent around him the  more thoughtful you became yourself and one night   laying in your hideout you began to wonder you've  spent so much time here and done so much killing   each one of those scavs or pmcs that you've had to  drop may have at one point have been a family man   or a good guy they had dreams aspirations goals  you feel confident that you'll eventually leave   this place but like mechanic pointed out so many  times and even though you may leave this place   and go off and try to be normal  somewhere anywhere in the world   after all that has happened here and after all  of the death and destruction you have caused   you may be able to leave but will  you ever truly escape from tarkov i hope you all enjoyed this episode of dealers of  tarkov this one was definitely a doozy i wanted   to incorporate more narrative and storytelling  elements into this episode than i ever have before   to see how you would all react to something like  this what mechanic lacks in quests that move the   story of tarkov he makes up for in his unique  dialogue i couldn't include all of it in this   video it would be four times longer than it  already is but i urge everyone to go into the   escape from tarkov wiki and check out all  of mechanics quests and read the dialogue   especially the gunsmith ones mechanic  is extremely philosophical in his words   and thoughts if you take the time to read  them all it's actually quite interesting   in this video i wanted to break apart the dialogue  to make it flow and make more sense rather than   simply read you the text verbatim when you dissect  it in this way it comes off as more conversational   and i think you'll get a lot more out of it maybe  someday the tarkov quest will be voice acted   as i think a lot more people would get more into  the lore if it were i did leave out quite a few   things because they either weren't very narrative  or they were strictly gameplay related quests that   didn't move the story forward signal is kind  of interesting but it ends at a dead end and   almost all mechanics later quests are just combat  and fetch missions to provide end game content   i also left out the sanitary connection as that's  already been covered several times in other videos   so if you haven't seen the therapist or  peacekeeper videos go check those out   these videos take a tremendous amount of effort  to produce as just writing this script took me   weeks let alone the hours my editor has to put  in to get the voice over perfect and then put   in the video that correlates to the story as  you can tell we had a ton of custom artwork   made for this particular video i have future  plans for that that i will cover in another   video but in all i love doing these videos  and we have plenty of other dealers to cover   next so keep an eye out for those but until then  i'm jeff with the ul gaming good luck out there you

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Length: 35min 33sec (2133 seconds)

Published: Sun Feb 27 2022