<span class="mu-i">"Welcome to Africa Stalkers! During the early months of 19XX a series of mysterious events transpired across the earth. Terrible ripples were sent through international borders as something alien visited us. Without warning they arrived and left. Simultaneously the visitors touched down in numerous locations across the globe. For approximately 48 hours they were on earth, amongst us and yet no one ever witnessed them. None have even witnessed the craft they must have used, or where they had gone. Humanity was left reeling, sudden swaths of land were left tainted. Anomalously Zones born from the presumed extraterritorial presence, laws of reality left bent and broken by whatever remains within.

The quest will be about exploring and manoeuvring around the world of a Stalker.

<span class="mu-s">West Africa</span>
<span class="mu-s">The Republic of Ghana</span>
<span class="mu-s">Within the Volta Basin UN Exclusionary Zone</span>
<span class="mu-s">Accra</span>
<span class="mu-s">19XX</span>
<span class="mu-s">04/06</span>
<span class="mu-s">02:45:23</span>

<span class="mu-s">"The best things in life are free."</span>

The small twin engine aeroplane jostles you back and forth uncomfortably, as the aluminium tube with wings you were within fought turbulence to stay in the air.

<span class="mu-s">"But you can give them to the birds and bees."</span>

The door that should divide the pilots from the passengers is long gone, a thin Arab curtain hangs in its place.

<span class="mu-s">"I want money."</span>

The pair were too busy chatting in Spanish and smoking chinese cigarettes to glance back and worry about those who paid well to be smuggled into the country. The cigarettes you had given them.

<span class="mu-s">"That's what I want."</span>

The dull droning of the engines whisper against the hushed words of the others around you and the crisp lyrics of the song playing out from the cockpit. The battered seats rattle against their mounts as the rucksack between your feet gives a little hop, your stomach jumping up along with it before eventually settling. Tentatively you pull your own pack of smokes free, sliding out a yellow stained stick and placing it between your lips.

"Need a light?" A mischievous voice inquiries. Turning, your eyes lay upon the only other passenger in your short row. The woman was beautiful, the statement was easy to make. Even more so when the majority of the other passengers were scraggly military types. Her softly tanned skin and dark blue eyes were an alluring sight, you had already overheard a few attempts from the others trying to climb into her pants. Her thin lips were wearing a grin, you hadn't bothered to ask her name when you first sat down. You doubted the chance of getting a proper answer, god knows you weren't going to give her your real name.</span>