View Full Version : Pyestock October 19th

19-10-2009, 02:18 PM
In a small forest, in a quiet neighborhood, there are trails snaking their way through the tress. Different paths straddle the border between the forest and fields, inhabited by Mums with prams on this lazy Sunday, and by pairs of flatmates and friends, jogging, trying to sweat out remnants of last night’s snakebite extravaganza with girls in too-short-skirts. On one of these trails, in a black hooded cloak, walks Marc of the Cata Clan, Lvl 80 Elite Explorer, back again to conquer Pyestock for bonus explorer points before returning to his subterranean home in the Paris Catacombs.

Marc moves to the perimeter of his target, taking note of the Ghurka guard walking along side him without, looking in his direction, noticing that the Ghurka is following his movements. And eyes. He has been spotted. Marc breaks into a run, trees passing by like cars on a busy highway. With a quick glance to the side, he notices the guard is keeping pace. An elite guard. Merde.

Rookinella was right to be scared and stay home today, this guard cannot be defeated with felt or plastic pirate swords. With two glancing kicks off of the leaf cover, Marc is running up a willow tree, rebounding over the 4 meter triple barbed wire fence, his cloak hood flapping in the wind, distracting the Ghurka just long enough to pull the small blade from his leg holster. The Ghurka is cut down before he can get to his weapon, his mouth held from behind to muffle the screams of agony as he bleeds out.

Moving in

Marc shoulders the guard (got he’s heavy for such a little man!) and sneaks stealthily into the entry point, the Stargate chapel, where his next surprise awaits. He stuffs the guard under the mesh catwalk and walks over to a large circular disk on one end of the room. With a deep breath, he grabs the edge of the Stargate and pulls it open to unleash the Goblinmerchant (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSOFG7dbCvU), a daemon; a vendor of all things fantastic and mystical.

The Goblinmerchant

But what’s this? The Goblinmerchant smells humans. Turning his comrade, he can see that Marc has heard them long before now. A group of 4, fumbling their way through. No wonder, with security gone now. The perimeter is being breached. If they make their way to the Stargate, all hell could break loose.

They run off, low to the ground, weighted down by field equipment and supplies pulled from the Stargate, supplied for documentation of the Cata Clan invasion. Through the dangling Cat 5 cables, past the air tunnel control room, up the rusty ladder. Four fellow explorers lie in ambush and a battle almost ensues until we realize they also hold a key to the Stargate.

The documentation begins, one room after another, small items and large machines from humanities forgotten industrial past, a legacy of materiality replaced by computer models and office jobs in Slough.

Controlling the minds of workers?

Nuclear Reactor

An exploded reactor, lucky we were there to prevent radiation leakage!

Mail delivery system

Heard the seashore in these

Tunnels or cables? Was I in those?

Flying over the site with a temporary upgrade

Don't look down


Dirty row, collected for XP

Goblinmerchant calls control to tell them the mission has been accomplished. He is award 3 mana potions and 5000XP points.

Phone home

Documentation complete, Marc enters the energy capacitor, a small proton particle subfield generator, and Goblinmerchant flips the switch, firing him back to Subterranean Paris.


19-10-2009, 02:24 PM
Goodness me. What an exciting adventure.
I would like to visit here, but in perhaps more relaxed circumstances. Pleasing pictures nevertheless.

19-10-2009, 02:29 PM
It is hard for this place to be relaxed, it is so exciting. Seriously the best thing I have done since the Paris Catas.

I heartily encourage you to go!

19-10-2009, 02:50 PM
Cool pics there :thumb
....erm, interesting story.

19-10-2009, 04:06 PM
Who's Rookinella? Sounds like he's a chicken!?

Ahh for the days when Pyestock was a chilled security free day out :).

I'm sure Rookinella is a female UE mate ;)

This place is always good for machinery porn :thumb

19-10-2009, 04:39 PM
I'm sure Rookinella is a female UE mate ;)

PSML!!!! :doh:

My word, what a crazy world you inhabit Mr Goblinmerchant! :panic

19-10-2009, 05:07 PM
Nice pics mate...but please not that Urbex Forums does not condone the use of violence against Ghurkas and it does not condone the wearing of waistcoats when visiting sites.

Disclaimer!!! No Ghurkas were harmed while wearing waistcoats during the production of this forum posting!

19-10-2009, 05:27 PM
Did you level up? :D

19-10-2009, 05:36 PM
Did you level up? :D

I think that is up to moderators! :flog

19-10-2009, 05:50 PM
erm.........right ok :lol:

19-10-2009, 09:03 PM

Pyestock is always worth seeing, everyone always has a slightly different angle on it.

19-10-2009, 09:54 PM
Nice pics, but I think I'll have to leave the landing light on tonight (report should have had a 12a rating, I think :panic)

20-10-2009, 08:42 AM
Agree, your photos are great - and reading your blog I'd be more interested in a write-up that concentrated on the psychogeography of sites like Pyestock, rather than comparing the experience narrowly to RPG's. The Hacienda must be built, and all that ...

20-10-2009, 10:17 AM
Does anyone have the cheats for this :help

I can't seem to get past the Stargate level :laugh

20-10-2009, 10:29 AM
Does anyone have the cheats for this :help

I can't seem to get past the Stargate level :laugh

Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, A, B, Select, Start!

20-10-2009, 05:32 PM
Did you level up? :D

Or did you get 1UP? :D

Also, it's an interesting and lengthy write up, but you don't say how much the goblins are.

20-10-2009, 09:11 PM
Ooh! Nice to see that people are still getting into this place. It's a place of mechanical wonders and industrial awesomeness! :D

The very funny and wrong pic of Mario seems fitting...I've said before that the place had more pipes than Mario World. :p

dangerous dave
21-10-2009, 10:30 AM
slow ring me bout this fool