Yes, that’s my avatar right there, lying on the ground. He doesn’t have a name though, but for now, I refer to him as the loner, since that’s the faction he hails from. Upon the advice of some gopnik geezer met a while back. He made his way to the Jupiter region, with intentions to [More]
Fatigue is not your enemy you know. It is in fact your friend, and when it pops in to say hello, attention should be paid. The loner of course, ignored that advice, and as usual, almost paid the price. While saturated with radiation poisoning and weak from exhaustion, the loner found himself woefully unprepared, when [More]
The afternoon sun had yet to appear, as thick black clouds dominated the sky. The day was as dark as night, and the pouring rain offered little comfort to those out in the zone. The fugitive he sought elected to take refuge at the lookout point above the passage. That observation nest next to the [More]
It wasn’t until he reached Zaton did he collect all sixteen packages needed for his return south. “Finally!” he yelled out, venting his frustration with zone economics. The journey itself was not so bad you know. A few minor skirmishes here and there, mostly blind dogs and the occasional pack of mutant livestock. Nothing a [More]
When he arrived at the Clear Sky stronghold. He noticed the place was busy with faction activities. Stalkers all over were gathered into squads, some hanging by the campfire, others preparing for their day. It was a joy to be among that many stalkers in once place, though the Doc was nowhere to be seen, [More]
