Fan stories for the universe Stalker
Fart for a loser.
Hello! My name is Ilya Kozelin. I am a loser. This can be judged by my adventures in my worthless life. Take at least my mother’s anniversary, where there were ten people, and the traffic jam from champagne fell into me, right in my eye, then I had to walk with a broken eye for a month and lie that it was gopniks attacked me. Or take at least a case when I went out just walking outside.I stand in short, I breathe fresh air, I don’t bother anyone, then a small dog runs up to me and I just confused me with a pillar, if she liked it, but she marks me on my jeans.I gently kicked her and apparently did not calculate strength and the dog flew off and hit the tree squeaked and stiffed. Then seeing my actions, its master-man is suitable, a strong meter of two heights, and hits me from a scale in the jaw. I almost chilled from this … I fell backward, with my back on the dog, but what was it that I found out when I came home, but while I was walking and thinking why everyone turned on to me.
And after all these misfortunes, I am sitting on a bus that will bring me to the zone along the way. I hope that there no one will know about my misfortunes, or even better: some zombies will eat my brains for lunch and save me from shame that I suffered in the city ..
But my stop I got out and, of course, hit the puddle right. I got out of the puddle and went to a shaved stop to wait for a passing car. Of course, with my super-lucky luck, I never waited for the passing and went on my own. About two hours later I reached the post or cordon, as stalkers call it. I heard somewhere that the military did not like stalkers and decided to get out illegally.Having pulled out, pre -prepared forceps, I walked along the barbed wire, whistling a funny song. Having reached the nearest bush, I disappeared after him and immediately smelled of the smell of shit. I looked at the boots and cursed. “Even in the zone …“ My thoughts stopped an evil cry from the window of the post.“Hey, you … where?»Quickly sniffing the wire I climbed to the other side and immediately the earth rose from the shots next to me. I rushed from all my legs into the forest under the noise of an automatic queue.
Having reached the forest, I slammed into some pit, where I unexpectedly discovered a stalker’s corpse. I wanted to get out of there, but when I saw that he was in full uniform, I decided that it would be useful to me in the zone.
Twenty minutes later, I was already in full uniforms of that and tried to make myself an experienced stalker. However, with every rustle, I pointed the AK barrel in the direction from where it came.
Then some kind of man in a cloak came out of the thicket and held out his hand, greeting me.
-Great, tramp!
-Healthy!
-Yes, do not build a seasoned stalker out of yourself. I saw how you glanced around. How did you go there at all there, because full of anomalies?
-I
-And you are lucky. Forgot to introduce myself – goblin.
-?
-Okay, let’s call you lucky. No, this is already somewhere … Oh, in English it seems that it sounds like varnishes. Like in a cartoon. Yes?
The zone turned my shortcomings into advantages. From a loser, https://sistersitescasino.co.uk/casinos/swift-casino/ I turned into a stalker named Laki, who is unusually lucky.
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Few. Stalker postscript – generally purely for a checkmark. Read easily, but too little for a normal assessment.
Forgive me, I am a newcomer here, but why do I have a rating -0y00. Though bad reviews are miserable thanks in advance!