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Post by Napoléon Bonaparte on Mar 1, 2016 8:33:48 GMT -7
The year is 2036. It has been three years since the destruction of the Dark Ones.
Год 2036. Прошло три года после разрушения Темных .
Eighteen months ago, a large band of Stalkers left the Zone to travel east; seeking the ruins of pre-war Moscow.
For whatever reason, they never returned, nor were ever heard from again.
Soon, an expedition of seventeen was assembled, to find their remains or fates, and report back to the rest of the survivors of the Zone. That was three months ago.
Between mutants, raiders, and an increasingly hostile environment, only two survived.
This is their story.
(Post your STALKER/METRO rpg characters + backstory here! Leave space blank for stats!)
(NOTE: Only open for chickenmcnugget / Alexander I! We've already talked about this; I wanted to keep journal entries/backstory in one place!) |
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Post by King Alexander I of Yugoslavia on Mar 1, 2016 9:54:39 GMT -7
Vasily Cheric's personal log
Vasily Zastic Cheric
Professional hunter until 2019
Conscript sniper until 2024
Professional hunter until 2028
Conscript sniper until 2031
Whereabouts: ERROR
Current Faction: CLEARSKY
Day 1 -
We entered Moscow, hoping to find the last expedition that came here.
This shit on the ground is definitely toxic - along with the air.
I can't wait to be back at the Zone.
Day 2 -
Heavy fighting with unidentified people. We lost Chernez and Mladkev to gunfire.
I spent around a hundred of the AK bullets I had brought with me.
I think I killed three people who had been shooting at us.
We weren't able to examine the bodies for identification because soon some mutant dog shit came along and began eating them.
Day 3 -
A massive... slug thing... was moving around in the room just next to ours in this abandoned building.
I took a peek through a hole in the wall to see it.
It was bright green and inside it was the bones of something or someone.
It left a large trail of slime behind it.
Svetki was outside taking a piss when I saw it - he hasn't returned yet.
Day 4 -
Well, I know where Svetki went. I examined the bones that the slug thing left behind and found Svetki's ring.
I sharpened his bones and made a cross from them. There was no other material to make a gravestone out of.
We were walking through the swamp when a giant bird-man thing swooped down and mauled Sterling.
We fired a bunch of bullets at it and it then flew away with him. I assume he's dead.
Day 5 -
We lost Straz, Mlenkey and Vladev today. They died after some kind of Psi attack, similar to the Monolith Troopers of the Zone.
Straz and Vladev started shooting at us after being affected and, well, we returned fire. Mlenkey died from Straz and Vladev shooting him.
With nine of us remaining from the seventeen that had originally arrived, we decided to hole up in what appeared to be the Moscow Library.
Day 6 -
What a fucking mistake that was. These giant Gorilla things killed three more of our team. We managed to kill one of the things.
We immediately left and it was daytime. A pack of those dogs arrived and mauled another man of our team. He was still alive with blood gushing everywhere.
I had to kill him out of mercy.
We ran into the nearest building, a Metro station. It was fucking FILLED with mutants. We immediately left.
With only five left, it was fairly obvious what the fate of the last expedition was. But our leader said we had to find their corpses.
I laughed in his face, saying that anything that was left wouldn't be even recognizable and that we should head back to the zone and report on the horrors here.
He asked if I was questioning authority and said if any of us decided to shy away from this mission, we would be killed.
We mutinied that night.
Day 7 -
We decided to leave so that the fresh corpse of the expedition leader wouldn't attract things to us.
We walked not more than two hundred feet before this mass of flesh appeared from a puddle near us and snagged my leg.
I thought I was done for, but I slashed at it until it let go.
It then reached for Rodriguez and ripped his head off.
The last three of us ran into the nearest structure we could find.
The structure contained a large door that was unlocked. We walked in.
A few soldiers began shooting at us and shot Rominez in the face.
When they came around the corner, they discovered their mistake and said "No, not mutants."
We walked into this strange city and traded most of our gear for food and water and gasmask filters.
Apparently the bullets that the zone produces are extremely valuable here.
We soon found a place to stay in the strange tunnel.
Day 8 -
I have no fucking clue where Dima went.
It's all me now.
I guess there's nothing better to do than to try and get these people the hell out of the Metro.
Get them to Kiev, where there's fewer mutants, where the air is breathable.
Where you don't enter a city with seventeen people and leave the sole survivor.
(Remember, Nugat, we were part of the same crew)
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Post by lizzardmcnugget on Mar 1, 2016 17:50:58 GMT -7
Dima sat looking down into the seemingly bottomless pit of one of the missile struck metro tunnels. its black jagged concrete edges and gaping cavern gave way into nothingness. a bunker buster missile had clearly struck and bored its way down detonating and leaving the massive cave he stared it. As he sat by his smoldering pile of branches and twigs stripped from the twisted scragly trees that lined red square, he thought and reflected.
Lt. Dmitry Kovach "Dima"
DOB-2000 (36)
Russian Naval Spetznaz 2019-2031 (dissolved)
Georgia 2018-2023
Ukraine 2024-2026
Baku 2028-2030
Current Faction: CLEARSKY
He had lost his 4 other ex-marine operators last night. he never found the bodies, just trails of blood off into the grey wastes of Moscow.
as he sat looking at his old MIL-ID card, among that was an old USSR sticker, a picture of him and his Marine battalion posing in Baku, and a faded photograph of
a man named Vladimir Putin. he slowly closed his rucksack and glanced at the setting sun through the smog of the hazy sky.
He shouldered his AK-47 vintage rifle, found in a crate in an abandoned soviet era base they passed last week.
as the flames of his fire died, he saw a flock of birds fly off and away from the direction of the metro station.
the closest metro station.
he started walking.
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Post by lizzardmcnugget on Apr 11, 2016 13:17:07 GMT -7
when the honest fuck will this be picking up btw?!
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Post by Napoléon Bonaparte on Apr 11, 2016 13:59:54 GMT -7
Soon?
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