[ WP ] The Chernobyl disaster was all a conspiracy and there was actually no radioactive meltdown . Something much worse happened there , and you 're the conspiracy theorist who just figured it out..

`` Watch your counters, friends. Do n't press your luck.'' 
 
 The rope twisted and spun as the three men slid into the darkness of the facility. Their headlamps piercing through the abyss. 
 
 `` You're lucky that I'm even risking all our butts taking us here. Forget about getting arrested by the Ukrainian Military or our heads blown off by a Ruskie sniper,'' Vova said. `` We'll be lucky if we do n't hand a few extra hands by the end of this.'' 
 
 Maxwell shone his light onto the back of their guide. `` Trust us. What we're about to blow the lid on, is worth the limbs.'' 
 
 `` You make new limbs sound like a bad thing,'' Jamal said as he awkwardly hopped from the line onto the aged concrete floor. `` If the radioactive goo gives us powers, I call x-ray vision and... super strength! No, Speed! No, wait!'' 
 
 `` Jesus, good thing you Brits are loaded.'' Vova sighed through his hazmat suit, and turned towards the hallway that extended before them. His beam only reached about ten feet before him when it was swallowed by the abyss. `` Where's this... eh, chamber 83?'' 
 
 Maxwell pulled a binder from his knapsack, and bent his head to aim his headlight at the print-outs within. His curled, dirty-blonde hair got in his eyes. Unfortunately, vision-obscuring hair is a necessary burden versus deadly exposure to radiation. 
 
 `` About... 40 meters this way... two flights down... 20 meters to the right... then 120 meters straight ahead. Should be immediately to the left.'' 
 
 `` Welp, I hope you boys get your money's worth.'' Vova remarked. `` Follow my lead. I'm know this hell-hole like the back of my hand, yet even this stalker has n't been *here* before.'' 
 
 And the party began to march into the ruins of the Reactor. 
 
 Maxwell and Jamal silently prayed that their `` contact,'' whoever she is, was n't just another crack-pot foil head. I mean, Trutherhunter90's profile pic seemed to prove otherwise. It goes without saying that her looks *might* have persuaded Jamal and Max to go on this wild-goose chase. 
 
 Damn. 
 
 They also hoped that their parent's had n't contacted the Peace Corps for an update on their little angels. They used the program for relief efforts in the Ukraine due to the war as a cover for their REAL mission. Jamal cashed out on his trust fund to supply the trip, and Maxwell had to put on a show for his Mum and Dave about `` Good Will'' and `` Sacrifices for the benefit of the less fortunate'' and all that shit to get his bucks. 
 
 But it was worth it. 
 
 It is all worth it. 
 
 It has to be worth it. 
 
 The effects of a few decades of abandonment and radioactive exposure had made its mark on the hallway. Lockers hung open on their rusted edges. Pools of stagnant water sat below broken pipes, creating an ecosystem of fungus on the tile floors. Piles of concrete and dirt filled in from collapsed sections of the ceiling. Signs, clothes, and personal objects were strewn, dusty, and faded. 
 
 Jamal had nearly taken a nose-dive over the side of the stair-case's railing. The stone-steps had begun to crumble with age, and the railing nearly gave way under his genetically blamed stomach. If Vova and Max had n't grabbed the back of his parka in time, his neck would probably be broken. 
 
 Vova jabbed a crowbar between the doors of the restricted-maintenance area. By Max's guess, they might have been about an inch-thick with metal. The bullet-proof windows were frosted over with dust and time. Luckily, it seems time was on their side, as the door began to creak and whine at every pull from the crow-bar. 
 
 `` So,'' said Vova, steaming his mask with each huff. `` Are you guys goin' to tell me what the fuck is so interesting here that you had me risk all of our lives with the law and radiation and soviet-quality construction to bring you here?'' 
 
 `` Soon,'' Jamal said, wiggling his nose like a rabbit to readjust his slipping glasses. `` Very, very soon. The world will know.'' 
 
 `` Great, Fuckin' romantics.'' Said Vova. With a final tug, the door came flying open. Vova recoiled into a thin, wooden table behind him, shattering it in half and sending dust and bug-eaten papers flying. 
 
 TrutherHunter90 said that it was down here. She even emailed them by proxy all the redacted files and reactor schematics she had. Chamber 83. The Ruskies ace-in-the-hole for the Cold War. 
 
 The large metal doors stood before them, covered head toe with red and white signs, depicting the variety of hazards with tiny stickmen and screaming warnings in bold, Cyrillic lettering. 
 
 `` Welp, Boys. It's been a pleasure taking your $ 20,000 dollars.'' 
 
 `` It's been a pleasure giving it to you, Vova'' Remark Maxwell, smirking. `` It will also be a pleasure to give you front row seats to the unveiling of one of the biggest conspiracies of the Cold War.'' 
 
 `` Ooooh,'' Vova said, waving his hands in the air in an obvious feint of excitement. `` Ca n't wait!'' 
 
 `` Jammy. The cameras.'' Maxwell instructed. 
 
 Jamal nodded and produced a large, digital camcorder. He unhooked the miniature screen on it's side, and enabled it's night-vision recording mode. 
 
 Thank you, Film degree. 
 
 `` Vova, you might want that flare gun.'' Said Max. Vova looked down at the fat, orange pistol hanging from his belt. Beyond the occasional feral dog or zealous Russian, the animals of the exclusion zone were fairly harmless. Still, it was better safe then sorry. 
 
 Vova slid the pistol from his waist. Max nodded at Jamal's lens. 
 
 `` You ready for this, Boys and Girls?'' Max remarked in a voice quite obviously for the camera. 
 
 Darkness. 
 
 A massive chamber of darkness. Even their light's could not penetrate it. 
 
 `` Vova, do it man. Let's... *shed some light* on this whole fuckin' mystery.'' 
 
 Vova internally pinched the bridge of his nose, and fired a flare into the air. 
 
 The screams were the first things they noticed. Vova had seen his cousin and brother shot by Russian militias, but the screams had shaken him to his core. 
 
 The chamber was filled with bright, red light. Lining the walls, dozens and dozens of man-sized cages. Rubble and refuses covered the floor. 
 
 Vova slowly rotated around, taking in the sight before him. 
 
 Soon he noticed where the screams were coming from. He saw the movement. 
 
 Dark shapes. Some still and motionless, clumped at the bottom of their cages. Others, very much active and afraid. 
 
 Vova slowly stepped forward towards the lowest nearby row of cages with a mix of fear and morbid curiosity. He turned his head-lamp to maximum brightness. 
 
 The screaming became even more horrific. 
 
 Vova came eye to eye with... a man. A terrified man. At least, it seem like it was one. 
 
 Its face was a contorted and bulky imitation of a human's. His body was covered in awkwardly placed patches of hair and fur. He was built with obvious strength and sturdiness, but his limbs and muscles looked bulging and ill-formed, like wet ground-meat in an air-tight plastic bag. Veins ran all around him in a wanton highway. 
 
 He was naked, hunched, bloated, starved, and very... very afraid. 
 
 `` WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THIS!?'' Cried Vova, turning around to Maxwell. `` IS THIS WHAT WE'VE CAME FOR? WHAT'S GOING ON! EXPLAIN TO ME DAMMIT!'' 
 
 `` Genetics,'' Replied Maxwell with a blank expression, watching Jamal walk along the perimeter, filming the squirming figures within. `` You ever heard of the concept of... *Ubermencsh? *'' 
 
 `` What!?'' 
 
 `` It's a Nazi thing. It's like... the super-man. The ideal man. It was the focal point of the Nazi's, mate. They we're the best, ideal, purest breed. Everyone else, substandard.'' 
 
 Max gestured outward with a wave to the cages. `` The Soviet's were interested in playing around with genetics after The War, build their own kinda Ubermensch. A perfect warrior, bred from birth to fight.'' 
 
 Vova stared in shocked silence, Maxwell continued. 
 
 `` They did some weird... breeding. Inseminated a peasant woman with Ape jizz. It did n't take for a while, but eventually they made it stick. Radiation, man. Targeted mutation of DNA made it cum stick better, and soon you got these ape-man bastards here.'' 
 
 `` These... are men?'' Inquired Vova. 
 
 `` No. These are... a new *type* of man. A new breed.'' Replied Max. `` The Ruskies were keeping them here, making new ones, training them as best as they could, and firing fucktons of radiation at their brains, trying to see if they could make them bigger, stronger, smarter, ect.'' 
 
 Max chuckled to himself. `` This is some fuckin' Buck Rodgers shit, Mate. Radiation Ape-Men. I guess it was the 50's, after all.'' 
 
 `` You think this is funny? This suffering?'' Cried Vova. 
 
 Maxwell swung around and got close to Vova. `` Not in the slightest. That's why we came all this way here. That's why we paid out the fuckin' nose. To find this. To prove the rumors true. To see how deep the fuckin' rabbit-hole goes, mate.'' 
 
 `` To keep things like this from happening again...''
