
We stalk into Pripyat, and Nature stalks into us.

Dorpa, the illegitimate child of Mankind and Nature.

The sign claims, proudly and unquestionably.

Can't believe there ARE actually stuff to sell in a Communist store.

Is he growling or weeping. I can't tell.

Gotta pave my path with blood.

Be prepared.

So I can't let people see me.

Come to me. You will get what you deserve.

Imagine there are kids playing.

The apartment can still extend for a hundred miles while still look the same.

And the Abyss also stares at you.

The Apocalypse is totally inevitable, right?

"Help m~" (Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.........)

My only possible response to the warm welcome from the Pripyat locals.

The city decays together with the Red Empire.

I was certainly uninvited.

Where the Devil roams free.

