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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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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.

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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.

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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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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.
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Nice
  23:29:28  25 October 2011
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The old man spoke of another odd thing. Back in the days when he was still scouring through the tunnels and labs, he had come across some very sensitive data. Something about how the three of the most dangerous creatures were connected. Them controllers, burers and poltergeists. Bures are supposedly a degenerate case of a lab produced controller and the poltergeists are a attempt to forcefully make natural born controllers *ascend* to a higher plain.
Probably just the ravings of a old mad man but then again, there were a lot of weird experiments being conducted in these here parts.
  06:30:53  16 April 2012
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My first try...

"There was one time, about 7 months ago, I made a find rarer that practically any creature or artifact. No, it wasn't some one-off creature, gun, or artifact, it was a stalker...a female stalker! Of course, you couldn't tell by looking at her -- she wore a SEVA suit, and never spoke much; she was usually alone. She carried either a pump shotgun or a G36...I can't remember her name, but I don't think it was her real name anyway.

But I was just rambling...anyone, one day she approaches me and says she needs help rescuing a friend, captured by bandits. I agreed of course, and we set off immediately. But when we got there, he had already been killed. Just...wow, was she pissed. She charged headlong into their camp, blazing away. She killed nearly 30 of the bastards before she was finally gunned down...full of holes, and half of 'em weren't fatal. Good thing the remaining bandits only had sawed-offs and pistols, or I'd have been the same...but I managed to keep the last few off.

But what a waste! Yeah, you might expect someone to go down like that, but to fucking bandits? Ugh...But she made a lasting memory. If only every poor bastard caught by a bandit ambush was able to take that many with them..." -Unknown zombified stalker
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Another...

"Stuck in a hole...door won't hold up long...I shouldn't have trusted that asshole...set off a bunch of mutants and ran off...I managed to gun him down, but now I lost my gun, and I'm trapped in this shed and surrounded by PsuedoDogs...They usually don't get pissed off like this, but then, I've never seen one with pups before...shit...plus the dog's stomach is growling louder than her throat is...it's only a matter of time befo--" PDA found near half-eaten corpse.
  23:17:21  17 April 2012
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Every once in a while you might have noticed that upon entering the bar you get chills running down your spine or something of the sorts. It is a little known thing that a controller inhabits the lower levels. No-one really knows where he came from, at some point he just sort of integrated himself. Now some of you might say this is utter nonsense but next time you are there, take care to notice the behaviour of some of the regulars and the relative ease of mind the staff treats most threats. Tread lightly
  15:34:34  18 April 2012
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Swamp Song

Listen, I know there are a lot of bizarre Stalker myths out there, but unlike most folks I have actually seen the evidence for this one myself. And as an Ecologist I encourage you to take it to heart, since you may be able to make contact with the Zone in a way no others have before.
Anyway, here's what I know: this very inexperienced Stalker wanders over to the Eco base in Yantar asking about bloodsuckers and their ways. Now this is very different than the usual "drinks on me I just capped a bloodsucker" reaction, so I'm immediately curious about his curiousness.

"I don't know if I really saw what I think I saw yesterday, but I think I saw three bloodsuckers sitting around a fire way the hell out in a swamp north of the bandit offices in the Dark Valley," he blurted. The kid'd never been anywhere near there before, but some lead on an artifact stash got his blood flowing and he made the trek.
He goes on to say that after a real nasty hike through some of the worst swamp in the Zone he was surprised to see a light off in the distance, and on getting a little closer he was sure it was a campfire, but he couldn't make out whose. This was so far from any regular camp that he was afraid he'd run into some Monolith psychos doing who knows what out there, but the info about the mystery stash made him grit his teeth and crawl on.
When he was about 30 yards away, he heard the telltale grunting of a bloodsucker, and from the look on this guy's face I knew he pissed his pants. But here's the crazy part: this kid swears up and down that after the hiss he heard a couple of random, nonsense honks on a harmonica, and when he got his vinegar up to really close in, he saw three bloodsuckers at the fire, just sitting there! Well, he said one was standing and looking around, but the other two were just crouching and hissing at each other by the fire like they were just hanging around on a night off!

Now the kid should be dead right now, as close as he is and no less than three bloodsuckers fifteen yards away, and you should have seen his eyes when he told me his PDA started beeping with a message right freaking then! Look, I told you he was inexperienced, right? Who knows how this guy is still alive... But instead of rushing right over and ripping him to shreds, he swore all three looked right over into the rushes where he was hiding and took off into the night, in the opposite direction! The kid was sure they'd flank him and do their thing, and just about had a heart attack waiting for them to come back. But after an hour of lying there in the muck there was no sign of them. He wanted to check out the fire, but was too frayed to risk them still roaming around and made his way as quickly as possible back to the Bar without looking back. The whole episode left him so flustered and curious that he asked around and eventually made his way to us.

Now, listen: even though, professionally, I doubted the accuracy of certain parts of the kid's story (namely the harmonica noises) I got the kid to show me where he thought the fire was on the satellite images, and beelined it there with two other guys without wasting a second. I had been in the area once before, two years ago, and was pretty sure I could find the spot. Sure enough, near a telltale copse of swamp tress in the lee of a huge boulder, we found the remains of a tiny fire on a muddy hillock, days cold, surrounded by bloodsucker tracks and some scratches on the trees. The kid had something going, and I thought that would be the end of it.
But imagine my surprise when I notice, dropped into the hollow of a rotten stump, a harmonica! Now I'm not saying I think some talented bloodsucker was playing a tune that night, but the whole thing's really left me wondering about those tentacled aberrations out there, and just how inhuman they really might be...
  23:27:17  19 April 2012
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The roads you know are but a few amidst the many and varied paths that run through the ZONE. Most are only known by the creatures of the ZONE or master guides, the few lucky bastards who have managed to survive in the merciless conditions for most of their lives. If there is a safe path to somewhere, they know of it.
Once had the good fortune to overhear one sittin next to a campfire. Man looked old as hell but damn were his reflexes sharp as ever, eyes and ears constantly scanning the surroundings, that aside the point though.
Some of the other loners had persuaded him share a few secrets. He told of a small path the warehouses leading down to the train tunnel, the one with the collapsed opening in the old military compound. He said that it would take you right pass the monolith patrolling RF, also that there was a concealed entrance to one of the abandoned labs, should you have enough balls to go there.
Not sure whether he was leading the men in to a trap to secure his identity or whether he was actually telling the truth. He also said that he has not been there since the last big emission, so even if he was telling the truth, it is highly possible the tunnel is riddled with anomalies. I will say though that it is worth checking out.
  07:44:21  20 April 2012
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The roads you know are but a few amidst the many and varied paths that run through the ZONE.
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Man! Every once in a while I run into a spot in SoC where I'm like, "are you kidding me? This is a dead end?" Perfect spots for something to be, but there isn't. In the Red Forest at the Monolith Outpost, there's a door that always bugged me until I found out that it was going to be another Lab until GSC cut it. Bummer.
*BUT that old STALKER in your post could be talking about a path from the train tunnel, through the ruins of that lab and straight to that door! If only...
  07:55:19  20 April 2012
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PS: have you guys seen this? This would have been one of my favorite hidey-holes ever...
http://stalker.wikia.com/wiki/Black_Digger%27s_stash
  20:12:26  27 April 2012
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DRIFTING PROPHET
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Not really 'folklore' but too short to justify its own thread


So. Another misfortunate soul has stumbled in to the ZONE.
What is it that you seek here, you poor kid? Wealth? Power? Fame? Believe me when I say that you will be lucky if you find none.
How many stories have you heard of people, who come out of this hell-hole, yet alone live happy lives later?
Sure there is plenty to be gained here, you could become richer, more powerful and more famous than you could have ever imagined. The ZONE however gives nothing for free, even freedom comes at a price.
How much are you willing to sacrifice, how far are you willing to fall to achieve that which you dream of?
I too once came here, in search of freedom. The pursuit was long, the things I had to do. So many…so very many lives worthlessly wasted, people betrayed…good people. Freedom I sought and freedom I finally got, freedom from the outside world, from the law of man…only to become a slave to the ZONE. Only then did I realize what I had become. Not a single day goes by that I do not wish I could undo all which I had done.
The ZONE will eventually drain you from your humanity… leave you a empty shell of who you once used to be. The more you want, the more She will take from you, from who you are.

You are still young, if you have any smarts, you will leave this place before you begin to descend into the darkness.
  17:07:48  16 May 2012
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Ok, after reading some S.T.A.L.K.E.R. books, I gathered a story or legend about Semetsky
You all have heard about Stalker Semetsky (Семецкий). You receive messages about his death. And not only once but every week. Do you want to hear why?
Just after Zone appearance, stalker found out that they receive strange messages to their PDAs. It always contains information about Juriys' Semetskys' death.
Noone has found out where from those messages come. They tried to block these messages, as they became more a spam like, but they appeared again.
It always contained name Juriy Semetsky, time and reason of death. Everytime it was different. Once he got eaten by blind dogs, next time got into anomaly - everytime different, as I already said. For example, yesteday he died because of food starvation.

Most interesting - he cant be found on stalker global map. You think it is some kind of PDA virus?
Maybe, but nobody knows how to get rid of it. Still, they somehow are a bit useful. They gave traders an idea to send such messages if stalker dies. With his name, time and reason of death.

But returning back to Semetskys' deal, rumours are he got to center of the Zone, or as other know it - the Monolith. But Monolith can make any wish to become true, right? So, Semetsky reached it and made a wish - "become immortal". But what he received - different death every week. Thats why you all get messages about his death.
But to die again, you have to be brought back to life. Who knows how he can do that. Maybe Zone do it? Similar like zombies. Anyway, this is just legend but who knows. There always is a bit of truth in every legend, right?
  13:44:05  17 May 2012
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Not really Folklore... but i thought it was a cool idea

So the other day me and my mate got attacked by a large Merc Squad, you know, wrong place, wrong time sort of thing; a few twists and turns and we’d lost them. No point 2 Stalkers taking on almost 20 Mercs. But of course, soon enough they found us again. in their haste to take us down, half their squad walked straight into a electro anomaly, fried them. So we took out the rest, while we were searching the bodies that didn’t have a few thousand volts running through them. I found the leaders PDA, once I’d hacked into it, I found out who sent them… the CIA.

I got hold of my contact in the Big Land, and found out a few things apparently: 6 months ago a US Navy submarine disappeared, they sent out search vessels and kept the whole thing hush hush, so they find the Sub sunk, and no survivors. They manage to retrieve several pieces of the wreckage, it was mangled, they were sure it’d been torpedoed until they realised the damaged wasn’t right. Some recovered Electronics appeared to be fried metal twisted and bent out of shape, and Toxic resisdue left slowly eating into the metal. No one had any idea. But someone thinks it has something to do with the Zone.

I thought my contact was taking the piss, the Zone is land locked no sub is going to make it up the river, haha feed your old school friend now Stalker some random story to cover up the fact he has no idea what I’m on about. cheers!

Only thing is the location of the Sub: A roughly 1500 miles East off the coast of New Zealand, -52.375599, -148.535156. I checked it out, it’s almost the exact Antipode of the Chernobyl NPP, the opposite side of the World, literally. The world liked to think artefact smuggling was their problem and the Zone was Ukraine’s problem. But if this is true, the Zone is now everyones problem!
  18:40:08  28 May 2012
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Any notions of containment were illusions to begin with.
  23:48:04  6 January 2013
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Everyone knows the 'soul', rare artefact can fix you up better than any doctor given enough time to rest, minor wounds disappear as quickly as they appear.
There are rumours however of a powerful artefact, even greater than the soul. They say that it is the very reason why some of the monolith are so damn difficult to drop. Those exos can be of great assistance but not even that could save you from a 12 gauge to the torso at point blank range or a AP sniper round to the head.
The 'eye of god' some have come to call it.
Could be utter hogwash but it sure as hell would explain why the bastards just won't stay down.
  18:59:16  10 January 2013
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At times I get bored and sometimes, when I am bored, I start to scribble. Make of these scribbles what you will.

Some say that the centre holds a cornucopia of artefacts and that lying deep within is the mystical wish granting monolith, some say that is all myths, lies, ramblings of madmen and it is most likely just like any other part of this godforsaken hellhole.
There is some truth to some of the stories. Indeed many have tried to reach there ... few however ever did and even fewer came back. Those poor souls, those few, who managed to find their way back, were never the same. They may have answered their names but the person was different or missing entirely leaving them staring at you with a empty gaze.
All they ever talked about was the centre and what a magnificent place it was ... constantly trying to entice others to go there, like there weren't enough young fools already.
Dead men walking … ‘counterparts’ some of older stalkers called them ... none of them stayed alive long after returning, people would often find them in a ditch somewhere, face-down in a puddle of their own fluids, hands reaching toward the north.
Whatever truly lies there is no good to anyone.
  18:22:54  9 February 2013
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Dream Guardian

I was once struck down with brain infection while working in the Zone borders... You know... the nasty stuff... I went into a comma 3 days after the quack doctors at Cordon failed to treat me... When I was out cold, I had a strange dream: I felt like I was in a void of emptiness, of complete solace and peace... There was nothing in this vast empty space but a strange, jet black, jelly like creature that hangs on top of the "ceiling".

When ever I would attempt to get close to it, my dream would be twisted into insane heights, madness beyond your imagination, beyond comprehension, I had to keep distance with the creature, but it was the only thing that was keeping me company in my dream...

After boring myself out in my own little world, throwing rocks at that creature-thing to see how it flops, a strange humanoid figure with no head suddenly appears. It's appearance was the same of that of the creature on the ceiling, except it had glowing crimson red veins pulsating through it's entire body...

It extended it arms to reach the creature, connect itself to the mass of jello like substance, and it spoke to me:

"Thank you for had taken care of my possession while I had been away... I will now grant you a gift of gratitude... Dreamer.. What do you sole desires..?"

It spoke in a language I do not know but just happens to understand. I hesitated to answer his question, but after thinking about my current condition, my family, my friends, I said to him:

"I want... To continue living..."

As soon as I made the wish, the creature hanging high suddenly shatters into thousand upon thousand of glass shards. The shards rained down from the heavens, piecing through me as if sharp blades... It was extraordinary painful, and that is when I woke up, screaming as if I was having a terrible nightmare...

I apparently had woken up from a dream that lasted for 3 months, the dudes at Cordon had already made a nice burial for me, thinking that I had died a very long time ago... They almost though I was a zombie rising from my grave like that... Yeah...

How I managed to survive brain infection, being buried in the ground for 3 months without food or water, or otherwise, is not clear. The only thing clear is that there are reports of similar incidents like me before, stalkers sometimes goes into a comma for several years before waking with similar dreams... They all reported of a jello like entity in their dreams, and the headless figure. No one knows what is behind all this: A Zone virus? Controllers? Simply pure fabrication? They do not know...

This an adaptation of the Dream Fiend in my personal manga into stalker (had nothing to do with stalkers by the way). Dream Fiends are basically spiritual entities that locks people into the Dream, the only difference is that Dream Fiends locks you up in the dream eternally, while the Dream Guardian adaptation only locks you in a defined amount of time... Dream Fiends are also much more sadistic and nastier, usually corrupting the sleeper's souls and force it to serve the Dream Fiend's master... Dream Fiends and Dream Guardians can also infiltrates other people's dreams....

I guest a good theme to the Dream Guardian would be this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnWf_K84iF4&list=PLDD61C76EF278E530




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So the other day me and my mate got attacked by a large Merc Squad, you know, wrong place, wrong time sort of thing; a few twists and turns and we’d lost them. No point 2 Stalkers taking on almost 20 Mercs. But of course, soon enough they found us again. in their haste to take us down, half their squad walked straight into a electro anomaly, fried them. So we took out the rest, while we were searching the bodies that didn’t have a few thousand volts running through them. I found the leaders PDA, once I’d hacked into it, I found out who sent them… the CIA.
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I always though Mercs are American PMCs? I even read somewhere that GSC even considered them to be as so in the beta files...
  20:20:24  26 March 2013
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BobBQ
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I know this is old, but

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I always though Mercs are American PMCs?
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Local outfits doing the dirty work for foreign clients and buying foreign equipment. An actual foreign incursion group was created for and then cut from Clear Sky during development.

The STALKER Wiki claims that the mercenaries were originally meant to be the US military, offering no citations as usual. Evidently the wiki-fiddlers also haven't gotten the news that Wolfhound and his crew were actually members of Freedom in alpha builds of the game.
  00:12:53  15 July 2013
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DRIFTING PROPHET
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Pripyat is already a nasty place in on itself, what with all the monolith and its extensive mutant populous but at least you can evade those if you are lucky.
The worst danger however is an unique anomaly, travelling from building to building ... the infinite hallway.
You may think ’surely it’s not much worse than the bubbles’ but there you are wrong, bubbles merely displace you and then you can be on your merry way once you learn how to avoid them ... that however does not hold true for the hallway, once you step in, you can never get out
Every once in a while you can hear stray transmissions that leak out, people begging for help, slowly going insane, dying of starvation or dehydration
  01:30:17  31 August 2013
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Ever been to the Z&L? Ever notice the jukebox there?
No-one exactly remembers any more or knows, from where or when the peculiar contraption appeared in the bar. No-one really cares to know either, for its seemingly endless selection of music has brought much needed entertainment and variety to the otherwise rather dreary local.
It needs no coin to operate and apparently can be turned on by a mere stray thought, sometimes it even sparks to life on its own.
Truly a wonder of the ZONE I tell you.
 
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