The Saga of Boris Unforgiven

  Entering Yubileiny service center, a derelict husk of building, Boris took good care to be as silent as possible. He switched out his guns for a simple melee weapon, his trusty kukri. Crouching to lessen the noise his massive Nosorog would make, he crept onwards, prepared for anything. The bottom floor was quite disorientingly built, rooms and corridors streching everywhere, every little bit of waste space filled by some purpose. Boris could hear the telltale shambling of Zombified stalkers in the other rooms. It sounded like a lot of them, but Boris was fine with that. Zombified stalkers were more of a bump in the road than actual adversaries. There could be Monoliths in the building too, he thought, but so far he did not hear anything like that. Sneaking behind one of the former humans, he penetrated its skull with the kukri, collapsing it to the ground. Another one was slowly making its way down a corridor, and Boris surprised it with a stab of his weapon, ending it before the...

Pripyat Outskirts was a daunting experience for Boris Unforgiven. In his former life, he had been to only as far as Red Forest, and only briefly then too. Limansk had been the largest place he had visited in the Zone, but it had been abandoned by all except mercs and Monoliths. The Outskirts had towering Soviet concrete housing blocks as far as the eye could see, yet nature and the Zone had bent the city to its will. Right after their arrival Rogue had guided them to the laundromat local stalkers called home, and they had met the legendary stalker Strelok. Strelok had not looked like much to Boris, if he was being honest, seemingly a man of few words and unassuming at first glance. Yet Boris knew he was standing in front of a Zone legend, a man who had also gone through the same gauntlets at Miracle Machine and Brain Scorcher years before and faced even more horrors. He also felt once more a tinge of pride within himself, something he had not felt in quite some time after becoming rene...

Rapid fire filled the forgotten halls of Jupiter underground as the Monolith warriors sprang their ambush. Boris, Rogue and Dima had just entered a massive domed structure, and right after stepping inside the hostile bullets had started cracking around them. The darkness that had followed them so far was partially broken by the muzzle flashes, and gunfire broke the silence that had so eerily surrounded them. Quick on their feet, the trio split to battle the enemies from different positions. Boris ran for a building somewhat resembling a control tower, and planted headfirst into a gravitational anomaly. He could feel it pulling himself inside it, fighting the pull at all his strength and weaving heavily to get out. Just as the vortex was about to make a minced meat and metal scrap pile out of him, he managed to leap out of the pull of it. His leap planted him headfirst inside the building, and it took a moment for him to gather his senses. Boris found himself inside a well-lit room, and...

  Boris and Rogue arrived to the collapsed bridge of Yanov during midday, having started their journey in the morning. Boris had prepared for the journey by swapping his top-notch gear for something simpler. He still retained his Nosorog battlearmour since Rogue had informed him that they'd be travelling through Jupiter underground, but this time Boris only had a MP-133 shotgun and AKMN rifle with him. Rogue had come prepared as well, packing a PKM variant of his own. The journey so far had been an easy one, they'd travelled undetected and stopped only for a quick break at the sewage station where Boris bought some additional ammunition. This peacefulness changed the second they entered Yanov, replaced by the roaring of a massive beasts and the thundering fire of a shotgun. They quickly dashed forward and spotted a lone mercenary battling a horde of mutants. They could see a pack of pseudodogs, another pack of cats, more than Boris had seen at one spot, and lastly, a trio of bl...

  Operation Scorched Earth, as Boris had named his little expedition into the Brain Scorcher, had been a success. The new equipment Dushman had sold him served Boris well, and despite unexpected situations he was still in one piece. Now, he could have returned to Dead City to rearm, rest and replenish his supplies. Or he could also push on, moving Red Forest and pushing onwards to Zaton. Gatekeeper had told him that Streloks group might have visited Skadovsk, and there apparently was some barkeeper who could know something. All Boris really knew was that he needed some rest. He was more exhausted than never before, and the undersuit he used with his Nosorog was soaked in sweat. Few hours of rest was all he asked for. However, he could not stay in Radar. Monoliths had somehow attacked him from behind while he was wandering in the Scorcher facility, and there was no telling when more would appear. Dangerous hellhole as it was, Red Forest could still be more hospitable choice. Boris h...

  Bathed in the warm light of a powerful sunrise, the Skadovsk lay in its place, rusting yet defiant. This small fortress of stalker activity in the northern parts of the Zone had stood there for quite some time, repelling attacks from Monoliths, Bandits and the mutants alike. In his extensive travels, Boris had never reached this far. The vast expanses of Zaton were different from the things he had seen before, and while he had shuddered a bit at the sight of yet another swamp, he had to admit, something in the area appealed to him. The small group of Loners he was travelling with seemed to know their way down the best, as they left the ridge overlooking Skadovsk. The leader of the group let out a cheerful yell, as they felt they had survived yet another day in the Zone. Boris remembered little of the journey there, they had travelled in the night as the areas between Red Forest and Zaton were littered with Monolith patrols. Only twice had Boris fired a shot at something, both tim...

Boris stepped into the Rainbow Emitter facility, known by stalkers as either Lab X-19 or more informally, Brain Scorcher. Boris had seen thousands of former stalkers, who had met their ends due to this cursed place. He would not stop until it was shut down. He could not. He had started his journey a renegade, and despite being driven mostly by vengeance and grand plans for a new order, he knew that this time, he'd do what was just and right. The Scorcher had to go. Boris was greeted by an automated message, telling him that the facility was about to self-destruct. Slight panic gripped Boris, but he managed to regain his calm, and begun sprinting forward to avoid being destroyed by the facility. The place was a maze of tunnels, corridors and abandoned labspaces. But something guided Boris forward. Maybe it was something to do with the humming coming from the machine, but despite running like a madman, Boris was acutely aware of where to go. Bloodsuckers stalked the halls of the comp...