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【Object122】
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Stalker2: HoC 'RP'

My bodyguard,
@hsizn09.bsky.social

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Photos from STALKER 2’s OUT OF BOUNDS ZONE! I love going places in video games that we’re really not supposed to go. I am on the other side of the wall. ☢️

Oddly enough, the areas don’t look like normal “no go” zones which makes me think GSC is planning on adding content in these areas maybe🤞🏼
January 27, 2026 at 9:59 AM
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January 26, 2026 at 3:03 PM
If I had a white cane, sunglasses, and a nice, crisp business suit, no one would know I used to be a Monolith preacher. ;)
January 27, 2026 at 2:32 AM
I would rather travel to the mainland instead, as other "Fausts" do from time to time, but, I'm stuck in the Wild Island or the Great Swamps.…
January 27, 2026 at 2:26 AM
Midnight thoughts.

I search for the reason I’m drawn to Scar… somewhere between faith and philosophy. To someone who cannot see, his scars are symbols. Why do people love what is broken? In the dark, I quietly conclude it’s how we affirm our own missing pieces.
January 25, 2026 at 5:02 PM
Свічки тихо тріщать — я їх не бачу, але тепло лізе в долоні. Сиджу на кухні, їм пончики з вишнями, слухаю, як зона дихає. Запах солодкий, з кислинкою, ніби нагадує: живий. Темрява своя, домашня, але насторожена.
За стіною щось шарудить, може вітер, а може хтось забрів не туди.
January 25, 2026 at 8:41 AM
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Англійською чи українською реально важко вкластися в 300 символів… 🤔

Ні, будь ласка, не говори про X.
January 25, 2026 at 2:57 AM
For me, this hour belongs to the night.
Dinner is finished, the bath has washed the day away, and a quiet comfort settles in. In that gentle calm, the soft tide of sleep begins to roll in, slow and inevitable, inviting both body and mind to let go.…
January 24, 2026 at 2:22 PM
Still, I’m gently looking forward to spending tomorrow with Scar.
January 23, 2026 at 11:04 AM
I really don’t like this kind of weather—it’s gloomy, windy, and damp, and it weighs on my heart. I’d much rather have a quiet −10°C, where you can wrap yourself up and feel at peace.

Time has slipped by so quickly that I haven’t even managed to eat properly.…
January 23, 2026 at 11:04 AM
Not enough characters, not enough characters, not enough characters eeee *Faust fiddles impatiently with his beloved typewriter and PDA with voice capabilities.*
January 23, 2026 at 4:26 AM
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If you’re into #STALKER or anything related to the Zone then I highly recommend Stalking the Atomic City by Markiyan Kamysh as it depicts the life of a real stalker and his adventures into the real Chornobyl Exclusion Zone.
January 23, 2026 at 4:03 AM
Before we found sanctuary on the Wild Island, we lived beneath the weight of hostile stares and quiet hatred.
You are more tolerant than Sim—this I know. Once, I truly believed he was the Voice of the Monolith itself.
Ah, my beloved Faust. I’m sorry. I made the insinuation that you were still apart of the Monolith and I realized that my knowledge of the Zone was incorrect. I apologize for that. Would Noontide ever allow a Loner to rub shoulders with them? I heard of a Loner, Skif, who did once.
January 23, 2026 at 4:22 AM
I’m with you in this: real sanity lies in continuing to question, and in remembering what you were trying to protect in the first place.
January 23, 2026 at 3:55 AM
The world is quick to judge long before it tries to understand. Choosing a path you truly believed in does not make you a sinner. If blood can only answer blood, then both the hand that pulls the trigger and the voice that blesses it are bound by the same madness.
January 23, 2026 at 3:54 AM
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Whatever they say, we believed this was the only right course. Yet the world beyond the Zone brands us sinners and zealots, condemning us without understanding.
If blood can be paid only with blood, then who is truly mad now—the ones who pull the trigger, or those who sanctify it?
January 23, 2026 at 3:43 AM
I know now that silence was not punishment.

I had blindly believed the world they offered, swallowing it without question.
When the voice faded, thought returned.
Silence was not rejection, but sight restored—leading me beyond blind faith, toward understanding.
January 23, 2026 at 3:29 AM
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December 28, 2025 at 8:57 PM
These are the Noontiders, my brothers.
January 23, 2026 at 12:05 AM
At least I don't seem to have any tattoos on my body, ーStrider and Scar say I have a beautiful body, but, eh..., but is it normal to have tattoos on your body?

*Faust searches for the eye emoji.*
January 22, 2026 at 11:51 PM
I had a hard time getting things done.
It's cold and the wind is chilly. Oh, and I'll make Scar some tea.

It's really cold this time of year!
January 22, 2026 at 1:22 PM
Don’t misunderstand this young man. He’s new to Noon and not much of a talker, nor is he good at socializing. Still, he’s incredibly brave.
We call him “Spade”. Because of the spade tattoo on his shoulder.
January 22, 2026 at 8:46 AM
Maybe, me too!
Today's my birthday, maybe, because the numbers 122. It's easy to remember and convenient.
Hehehe…
January 22, 2026 at 4:10 AM
A memory from long ago, one I might forget.…
January 22, 2026 at 3:31 AM