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  22:08:02  14 September 2011
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Simbalime
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S.T.A.L.K.E.R Folklore

Hello there everybody, its been a long time since i last wrote something in here. So, i got this little idea. i was playing Shadow of Chernobyl the other day, and was intrigued by the "Common Zone Folklore" section of the PDA.
So i just thought it would be cool to make a thread where people could write their own little Zone folklore, not a novel or story, just a little text about a legendary mutant, stalker, place etc. etc. So people would constantly make up new thrilling myths or legends. So, if anyone wants to contribute, here's a few basic rules:

1. Make it lorefriendly! and by that i mean not rewriting the whole zone history or adding a super monolith that can destroy everything, or Gauss cannons the size of the moon.

2. Be creative! use your imagination! i want to see all the fantastic creations you guys can create!

3. Remember, this is the zone, the most fucked up forge of terror this world has ever seen. but you have to stay WITHIN THE LIMIT. make it somewhat realistic (Or not )

Thats it. i look forward to seeing all the wonderful creations you can come up with!

-Tips-
You can write about a legendary creature or stalker, a mythic place (Like the Oasis) or a wonderful artifact. maybe an epic event, like a large battle between two factions or a massive blowout. YOU decide!

Heres my little text, to give an example:

"Have you ever heard about the Shambler? Not many have, and even fewer have survived to tell about it. Hell, i only heard this from a friend of mine at the 100 rads. while he was out looking for artifacts with a buddy of his, they heard a strange, shrieking howl coming from a foggy swamp. the sound spooked the living hell out of his buddy, so he turned heels and ran like a fucking wimp. seconds later, another scream followed, but this time, it sounded much more human. Then, he said, the fog started to clear up, only to be replaced by a sickening red mist , followed by an even more terrifying howl. as the "Thing" got closer, my friend began to hear creepy slow footsteps, followed by a haunting moan. as he stepped backwards, he stumbled over a bloody corpse with large claw marks stretching across the chest. as it turns out, it was his fucking buddy who cowered away in fear for the damn thing. He grabbed his weapon and emptied a whole magazine at the "Thing"'s direction, only to find out that the heavy slow steps and moaning got more aggressive and faster. So, he staggered back up on his feet and ran for a straight fucking mile to the nearest Duty outpost. the soldiers there called him crazy and paranoid, and sent him off for the bar. Strange thing is, that according to another legend, the squad of dutiers were never seen again. Heh, funny story, isn't it? anyway, my friend made it back alive and well, but he rarely moves out of Rostok at all. And this guy was a fucking Vet, i tell you!" - Anonymous PDA log
  20:43:51  15 September 2011
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Bladewraith
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My attempt, tell me what you think

If you ever go to Zaton try looking (like many before) for a Stalker called Apollo, they say he tells a pretty interesting tale. Apparently, he was out hunting one day alone, silly bastard should’ve known better. And came across some tracks, so he followed them, they turned out to be Chimera Tracks, and led straight back to the creatures den inside some caves. He decided to go back and find help, so they could take out the dangerous mutie before it managed to kill anyone, but as he tried to leave the damn thing heard him! He got locked in battle with it, a hour later, his sunrise had almost been ripped from his body, his guns had been crushed and his knife was stuck in the Chimera's back, and the guy just stood there and squared up to the bloody thing, and the weirdest thing; The Chimera backed down! Theory goes they’d earned each other’s respect, because he’s never hunted a Chimera since, and some say, Chimeras don’t hunt him either, but there’s one out there somewhere still to this day, with Apollo’s Knife stuck deep in its back. Or so the story goes at least.
  21:11:53  15 September 2011
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My attempt, tell me what you think

If you ever go to Zaton try looking (like many before) for a Stalker called Apollo, they say he tells a pretty interesting tale. Apparently, he was out hunting one day alone, silly bastard should’ve known better. And came across some tracks, so he followed them, they turned out to be Chimera Tracks, and led straight back to the creatures den inside some caves. He decided to go back and find help, so they could take out the dangerous mutie before it managed to kill anyone, but as he tried to leave the damn thing heard him! He got locked in battle with it, a hour later, his sunrise had almost been ripped from his body, his guns had been crushed and his knife was stuck in the Chimera's back, and the guy just stood there and squared up to the bloody thing, and the weirdest thing; The Chimera backed down! Theory goes they’d earned each other’s respect, because he’s never hunted a Chimera since, and some say, Chimeras don’t hunt him either, but there’s one out there somewhere still to this day, with Apollo’s Knife stuck deep in its back. Or so the story goes at least.
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Really good, i enjoyed it very much! Keep up the good work!
  23:17:36  15 September 2011
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Another one:

"A dim blue light blazed through the small room, casting weird and peculiar shadows on the walls, as if they were moving. then, a quick but violent shock-wave erupted throughout the closed bunker, knocking the surrounding stalkers to the ground. the one stalker who held the strange blue globe in his hands were resistant, and kept his focus on the glowing object in his hands. As he fought the constant shock-waves, his eyes remained strangely fixed on the rare artifact, one could almost see a shuddersome smirk emerging from his lips. Then the room fell silent. the faint light had completely disappeared, and only the strong light beam from a battered and old flashlight penetrated the heavy darkness of the night. His companions slowly got back on their feet, only to see the completely scorched hands of the leader. as they were in shock, the commander calmly gazed upon his hands as they quickly re-assembled, skin and bone mystically emerged from the smoldering bone fragments."-Excerpt from an unknown observers journal about the Heart artifact
  05:43:08  18 September 2011
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3. Remember, this is the zone, the most fucked up forge of terror this world has ever seen. but you have to stay WITHIN THE LIMIT. make it somewhat realistic (Or not )
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The Zone is a crack in the space time continuum, there is no such thing as limits.

Any who:
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This is the last journal entry of Professor V. Klimoshenko, written 1 week before he passed away being infected with "White", probably from the human specimens he had been interacted with. Within his last breath, he had ordered me to send this entry to the Institute of Quantum Science. At hope of finding some leads in the possibility that the Zone not simply affected Space, but also Time.

===============================================================


I have seen something unusual in the recent days that I wanted to show to you all. At dusk the night before, a trio of inexperienced Stalkers came up to my scientific bunker and told me this amazing revelation: They have found what they thought to be Russian soldiers from the Second World War, stranded in the marsh. The soldiers was very confused when they met the Stalkers, they asked the trio if they knew where the 56th Rifle Corps was, as well as whether they could offer them some food, drinks and ammo.

I was very skeptical about the discovery, thinking that it was a trap to lure me away from the safety of the bunker. But when my eyes saw the photos they took, I was shocked. The soldiers were dressed accordingly right next to the dredged ship, they were thin and skinny as if they hadn’t eaten in days. Accompanied them were a truck made by Studebaker, marked with the number 481; it is impossible to bring such truck into the Zone, and it is even harder to keep it in the Marsh, seeing how any modern equipment that came near the area will either rust or decompose immediately. The only way to prevent that is to coat a layer of Pellicle into the equipment, only I know about the correct artefact paint mixture, there is no other. Attempting to paint a truck that size is also foolish, seeing that it would took millions of dollars to pay for the ingredients and painting equipments. I have only one possible theory of explanation, which is that the truck exists before the Zone was born, so it was immune to whatever anomalies of it.

Later that night, I myself and 4 others: Topol, Hermann, Yar and Garik, set foot into the Marsh to meet the illusive soldiers. In the dark, seeing the Zone is such a scary sight, death corpses of Stalkers drained of their blood by the anomalic Burnt Fuzz plant, sparkles of Electro ringing in the far out horizon, creatures of various origins passing by us howling.

There is this one time I saw a Flesh sitting in my path of travel, looking at me from those deformed eyes. I came by it and asked:


“Why are you alone?”

It answered, in a childlike tone.

“I’m waiting for my mommy to be awake.”


At right then, I saw a larger female Flesh whose blood was spilled from her stomach. She was shot by a Stalker, her eyes were silent, her face was pale. I continued walking, leaving the Flesh there to forever waiting upon the night.

...

And then we reached the dredged ship. Like what the Stalkers said, there was an entire platoon of Soviet soldiers all waiting. They looked hungry, battered, and afraid; I offered them some of the canned food I have brought, told them that they should eat before why go. They asked me about the peculiarity of the expiration on the cans, it was 2013, 70 years after the time in which they belong. “It is now the future” I answered, “You have been lost in time and space for 70 years. You’ll need to come with me to check about your condition, I’m a doctor.”



At 1:00 AM we came back to my bunker. For their discovery I gifted the Stalker with a Kolobok, they left very happily and told me to take care of the soldiers like one of my own.

Today’s morning, I conducted many tests upon the soldiers about their psychological and physiological condition. I was shocked, their organs were none existent, their veins where filled with a strange transparent liquid. There were also no signs of the food they have eaten the night before. They were all empty inside. I have concluded that they were not supposed to exist at all in this time, and that they are slowly fading away from existence. I have taken samples of their blood, their dead skin tissues, as well as parts from the Studebaker truck. I’ll conduct later experiments on the soldiers, as soon as I can figure out why small tiny white spots keep appearing in my right arm.

===============================================================


All of the test papers and samples will be sent to the Institute of Quantum Science for further testing, I’d also like to warn you that it is imperative to treat the samples with great care, as it would most likely contains the dangerous “White” spores. If any discoveries are made, please remember to credit Professor V. Klimoshenko for his brave sacrifice.

Prof. Hermann. April 19th 2012.
  12:13:57  18 September 2011
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Very good By rule number 3 i meant not adding dumbledore fighting Gandalf in a matrix fashion while wearing black trenchcoats
  23:22:55  18 September 2011
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S.T.A.L.K.E.R Folklore


---QUOTATION---
3. Remember, this is the zone, the most fucked up forge of terror this world has ever seen. but you have to stay WITHIN THE LIMIT. make it somewhat realistic (Or not )

The Zone is a crack in the space time continuum, there is no such thing as limits.

Any who:
----------------------------------


This is the last journal entry of Professor V. Klimoshenko, written 1 week before he passed away being infected with "White", probably from the human specimens he had been interacted with. Within his last breath, he had ordered me to send this entry to the Institute of Quantum Science. At hope of finding some leads in the possibility that the Zone not simply affected Space, but also Time.

===============================================================


I have seen something unusual in the recent days that I wanted to show to you all. At dusk the night before, a trio of inexperienced Stalkers came up to my scientific bunker and told me this amazing revelation: They have found what they thought to be Russian soldiers from the Second World War, stranded in the marsh. The soldiers was very confused when they met the Stalkers, they asked the trio if they knew where the 56th Rifle Corps was, as well as whether they could offer them some food, drinks and ammo.

I was very skeptical about the discovery, thinking that it was a trap to lure me away from the safety of the bunker. But when my eyes saw the photos they took, I was shocked. The soldiers were dressed accordingly right next to the dredged ship, they were thin and skinny as if they hadn’t eaten in days. Accompanied them were a truck made by Studebaker, marked with the number 481; it is impossible to bring such truck into the Zone, and it is even harder to keep it in the Marsh, seeing how any modern equipment that came near the area will either rust or decompose immediately. The only way to prevent that is to coat a layer of Pellicle into the equipment, only I know about the correct artefact paint mixture, there is no other. Attempting to paint a truck that size is also foolish, seeing that it would took millions of dollars to pay for the ingredients and painting equipments. I have only one possible theory of explanation, which is that the truck exists before the Zone was born, so it was immune to whatever anomalies of it.

Later that night, I myself and 4 others: Topol, Hermann, Yar and Garik, set foot into the Marsh to meet the illusive soldiers. In the dark, seeing the Zone is such a scary sight, death corpses of Stalkers drained of their blood by the anomalic Burnt Fuzz plant, sparkles of Electro ringing in the far out horizon, creatures of various origins passing by us howling.

There is this one time I saw a Flesh sitting in my path of travel, looking at me from those deformed eyes. I came by it and asked:


“Why are you alone?”

It answered, in a childlike tone.

“I’m waiting for my mommy to be awake.”


At right then, I saw a larger female Flesh whose blood was spilled from her stomach. She was shot by a Stalker, her eyes were silent, her face was pale. I continued walking, leaving the Flesh there to forever waiting upon the night.

...

And then we reached the dredged ship. Like what the Stalkers said, there was an entire platoon of Soviet soldiers all waiting. They looked hungry, battered, and afraid; I offered them some of the canned food I have brought, told them that they should eat before why go. They asked me about the peculiarity of the expiration on the cans, it was 2013, 70 years after the time in which they belong. “It is now the future” I answered, “You have been lost in time and space for 70 years. You’ll need to come with me to check about your condition, I’m a doctor.”



At 1:00 AM we came back to my bunker. For their discovery I gifted the Stalker with a Kolobok, they left very happily and told me to take care of the soldiers like one of my own.

Today’s morning, I conducted many tests upon the soldiers about their psychological and physiological condition. I was shocked, their organs were none existent, their veins where filled with a strange transparent liquid. There were also no signs of the food they have eaten the night before. They were all empty inside. I have concluded that they were not supposed to exist at all in this time, and that they are slowly fading away from existence. I have taken samples of their blood, their dead skin tissues, as well as parts from the Studebaker truck. I’ll conduct later experiments on the soldiers, as soon as I can figure out why small tiny white spots keep appearing in my right arm.

===============================================================


All of the test papers and samples will be sent to the Institute of Quantum Science for further testing, I’d also like to warn you that it is imperative to treat the samples with great care, as it would most likely contains the dangerous “White” spores. If any discoveries are made, please remember to credit Professor V. Klimoshenko for his brave sacrifice.

Prof. Hermann. April 19th 2012.
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The Zone started way after the war, though.
  08:08:01  22 September 2011
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009
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The Zone started way after the war, though.
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Yeah, 70 years before in fact. Had that little idea on my head a long time ago, about how some RKKA soldiers that fought in the Marshlands of Chernobyl during operation Barbarossa was mysteriously transported through time into the present days. It was originally planned as a feasibly sized fan fic, with a lot of crazy stuff like spotting anomalies with metal detectors and marking anomalous zones using flags.
  01:50:56  9 October 2011
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Heard these from a old man.
You ever been on a raid where everything goes off without a hitch. You walk unscathed through a anomaly field, no mutant comes within 100 metres of you and hostile stalkers apparently can't shoot for shit.
You might have noticed there is one among you who despite everything, even when the rest of might be damning the ZONE to hell, who is calm as if nothing was wrong. The quiet pathfinder of your group, always keeping their face concealed.
To your fortune or misfortune, depending on how you've treated him and his past, you might have stumbled upon a natural controler, one of the few originals. The children of those left behind, who changed while still in the womb. The monstrous creatures you know as controlers are but lab manufactured half-breeds.




Many of you have heard of the anomaly barrier blocking the passage to the western reaches, well, this oldtimer said he has been to the other side. Said that he had the *real* compass once, the ones Forester and Noah had were rubbish according to him.
The real compass is actually that, a compass but it was somehow altered. Instead of pointing north, it shows you a way through or around of anomalies. One time however, on a trip to Red Forest, the needle started to wildly jerk around until it finally stopped and kept pointing in one direction. As he went on, the air became funny and a lot of static was all around, then suddenly, as if pulled through some door, he ended up somewhere different, even the time of day was different. His pda was fried and his regular compass kept spinning around, the only visible landmark was a town. For a while he pondered as to what to do next. Finally he decided to go to the town. The scenery, he said, was nothing like the zone, a tranquil picturesque meadow with a few groves. As he approached the town, the sun started to set and a eerie sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The closer he got, the stronger the feeling got as well. When he finally reached the town in the dead of night, it was silent, not even a sound of wind. Then he saw them, mere husks of the former citizens, walking down the streets and then something which he could only describe as a eldritch abomination. He ran as quickly as he could towward where he though he came from, desperately looking for a passage back. When he eventually did, he got rid of the compass, at least so he said.
  02:29:56  9 October 2011
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You ever been on a raid where everything goes off without a hitch. You walk unscathed through a anomaly field, no mutant comes within 100 metres of you and hostile stalkers apparently can't shoot for shit.
You might have noticed there is one among you who despite everything, even when the rest of might be damning the ZONE to hell, who is calm as if nothing was wrong. The quiet pathfinder of your group, always keeping their face concealed.
To your fortune or misfortune, depending on how you've treated him and his past, you might have stumbled upon a natural controler, one of the few originals. The children of those left behind, who changed while still in the womb. The monstrous creatures you know as controlers are but lab manufactured half-breeds.
---END QUOTATION---


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