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Disclaimer: The following text was written with 100% verifiably accurate factual recounts of the Dyatlov Pass horror in 1959. Some readers may find some of the following content disturbing. Read at your own discretion The Dyatlov Pass indecent is remembered as one of Soviet Russia's longest standing mysteries. The following is a chronological collection of events leading up to and through the days of February 2nd, 1959 at the heights of the Ural Mountains. Enjoy: Igor Dyatlov was a tinkerer, an inventor, and a devotee of the wilderness. Born in 1936, near Sverdlovsk (now Yekaterinburg), he built radios as a kid and loved camping. When the Soviet Union launched Sputnik, in 1957, he constructed a telescope so that he and his friends could watch the satellite travel across the night sky. By then, he was an engineering student at the city’s Ural Polytechnic Institute. One of the leading technical universities in the country, U.P.I. turned out topflight engineers to work in the nuclear-power and weapons industries, communications, and military engineering. During his years there, Dyatlov led a number of arduous wilderness trips, often using outdoor equipment that he had invented or improved on. It was a time of optimism in the U.S.S.R. Khrushchev’s Thaw had freed many political prisoners from Stalin’s Gulag, economic growth was robust, and the standard of living was rising. The shock that the success of Sputnik delivered to the West further bolstered national confidence. In late 1958, Dyatlov began planning a winter expedition that would exemplify the boldness and vigor of a new Soviet generation: an ambitious sixteen-day cross-country ski trip in the Urals, the north-south mountain range that divides western Russia from Siberia, and thus Europe from Asia. (Figure 1: Igor Dyatlov, Circa 1958) He submitted his proposal to the U.P.I. sports club, which readily approved it. Dyatlov’s itinerary lay three hundred and fifty miles north of Sverdlovsk, in the traditional territory of the Mansi, an indigenous people. The Mansi came into contact with Russians around the sixteenth century, when Russia was extending its control over Siberia. Though largely Russified by this time, the Mansi continued to pursue a semi-traditional way of life—hunting, fishing, and reindeer herding. Dyatlov’s group would ski two hundred miles, on a route that no Russian, as far as anyone knew, had taken before. The mountains were gentle and rounded, their barren slopes rising from a vast boreal forest of birch and fir. The challenge wouldn’t be rugged terrain but brutally cold temperatures, deep snow, and high winds. Dyatlov recruited his classmate Zina Kolmogorova, and seven other fellow-students and recent graduates. They were among the élite of Soviet youth and all highly experienced winter campers and cross-country skiers. One was Dyatlov’s close friend Georgy Krivonishchenko, who had graduated from U.P.I. two years before and worked as an engineer at the Mayak nuclear complex, in the then secret town of Chelyabinsk-40. Jug-eared, small, and wiry, he told jokes, sang, and played the mandolin. Two other recent graduates were Rustem Slobodin and Nikolay Thibault-Brignoles, of French descent, whose father had been worked nearly to death in one of Stalin’s camps. The other students included Yuri Yudin, Yuri Doroshenko, and Aleksandr Kolevatov. The youngest of the group, at twenty, was Lyuda Dubinina, an economics major, a track athlete, and an ardent Communist, who wore her long blond hair in braids tied with silk ribbons. On a previous wilderness outing, Dubinina had been accidentally shot by a hunter, and survived—quite cheerfully, it was said—a fifty-mile journey back to civilization. A couple of days before the group was due to set off, the U.P.I. administration unexpectedly added a new member, much older than the others and largely unknown to them: Semyon Zolotaryov, a thirty-seven-year-old veteran of the Second World War with an old-fashioned mustache, stainless-steel crowns on his teeth, and tattoos. (Figure 2: One of the last known photos of the group, discovered on a camera roughly 28 feet from camp. Circa 1959) The party left Sverdlovsk by train on January 23rd. Several of them hid under seats to avoid buying tickets. They were in high spirits—so high that on a layover between trains Krivonishchenko was briefly detained by police for playing his mandolin and pretending to panhandle in the train station. We know these details because there was a communal journal, and many of the skiers also kept personal journals. At least five had cameras, and the pictures they took show a lively and strikingly handsome group of young people having the adventure of their lives—skiing, laughing, playing in the snow, and mugging for the camera. After two days on trains, the party reached Ivdel, a remote town with a Stalin-era prison camp that, by then, held mostly criminals. From there the group travelled another day by bus, then in the back of a woodcutter’s truck, and finally by ski, guided by a horse-drawn sleigh. They slept in an abandoned logging camp called Second Northern. There Yuri Yudin had a flareup of sciatica that forced him to pull out of the trip. The next day, January 28th, he turned back, while the remaining nine set off toward the mountains. The plan was to end up at the tiny village of Vizhai around February 12th, and telegram the U.P.I. sports club that they had arrived safely. The expected telegram never came. (Figure 3: The remote town of Ivdel, the last civilization the remaining 9 would ever see, shot the day of arrival.) At first, the U.P.I. sports club assumed that the group had just been held up; there had been reports of a heavy snowstorm in the mountains. But, after several days passed, families of the group began placing frantic phone calls to the university and to the local bureau of the Communist Party, and, on February 20th, a search was launched. There were several search parties: student volunteers from U.P.I., prison guards from the Ivdel camp, Mansi hunters, local police; the military deployed planes and helicopters. On February 25th, the students found ski tracks, and the next day they discovered the skiers’ tent—above the tree line on a remote mountain that Soviet officials referred to as Height 1079 and that the Mansi called Kholat Syakhl, or Dead Mountain. There was no one inside. (Figure 4: The tent as it was discovered. 24 days after last known contact with the group, Circa February 26th 1959) The tent was partly collapsed and largely buried in snow. After digging it out, the search party saw that the tent appeared to have been deliberately slashed in several places. Yet, inside, everything was neat and orderly. The skiers’ boots, axes, and other equipment were arranged on either side of the door. Food was laid out as if about to be eaten; there was a stack of wood for a heating stove, and clothes, cameras, and journals. (Figure 5: The protective snow gear of the expedition group. All but 1 were discovered partially or fully naked, with most of their outdoor equipment such as boots and gloves placed orderly within tents) About a hundred feet downhill, the search party found “very distinct” footprints of eight or nine people, walking (not running) toward the tree line. Almost all the prints were of stockinged feet, some even bare. One person appeared to be wearing a single ski boot. “Some of the prints indicated that the person was either barefoot or in socks because you could see the toes,” a searcher later testified. The party followed the prints downhill for six to seven hundred yards, until they vanished near the tree line. The next morning, searchers found the bodies of the mandolin player Krivonishchenko and the student Doroshenko under a tall cedar tree at the edge of the forest. They were lying next to a dead fire, wearing only underwear. Twelve to fifteen feet up the tree were some recently broken branches, and on the trunk bits of skin and torn clothes were found. Later that day, a search party discovered the bodies of Dyatlov and Kolmogorova. Both were farther up the slope, facing in the direction of the tent, their fists tightly clenched. They seemed to have been trying to get back there. The four bodies were autopsied, while the search for the others continued. The medical examiner noted a number of bizarre features. Krivonishchenko had blackened fingers and third-degree burns on a shin and a foot. Inside his mouth was a chunk of flesh that he had bitten off his right hand. Doroshenko’s body had burned hair on one side of the head and a charred sock. All the bodies were covered with bruises, abrasions, scratches, and cuts, as was a fifth body, that of the recent graduate Slobodin, which was discovered a few days later. Like Dyatlov and Kolmogorova, Slobodin was on the slope leading back to the tent, with a sock on one foot and a felt bootie on the other; his autopsy noted a minor fracture to his skull. The initial classification by Soviet medical units was that members of the group had been "mutilated." Some with eyes having been pried from their skull's and even one man with his tongue ripped out of his mouth. By now, a homicide investigation was under way, led by a prosecutor in his mid-thirties named Lev Ivanov. Toxicology tests were done, witness testimony taken, diagrams and maps made of the scene, and evidence gathered and forensically analyzed. The tent and its contents were helicoptered out of the mountains and set up again inside a police station. This led to a key discovery: a seamstress who came to the station to do a uniform fitting happened to notice that the slashes in the tent had been made from the inside. Something had happened that induced the skiers to cut their way out of the tent and flee into the night, into a howling blizzard, in twenty-below-zero temperatures, in bare feet or socks. They were not novices to the winter mountains; they would have been acutely aware of the fatal consequences of leaving the tent half dressed in those conditions. This is the central, and apparently inexplicable, mystery of the incident. Four bodies remained missing. In early May, when the snow began to melt, a Mansi hunter and his dog came across the remains of a makeshift snow den in the woods two hundred and fifty feet from the cedar tree: a floor of branches laid in a deep hole in the snow. Pieces of tattered clothing were found strewn about: black cotton sweatpants with the right leg cut off, the left half of a woman’s sweater. Another search team arrived and, using avalanche probes around the den, they brought up a piece of flesh. Excavation uncovered the four remaining victims, lying together in a rocky streambed under at least ten feet of snow. The autopsies revealed catastrophic injuries to three of them. Thibault-Brignoles’s skull was fractured so severely that pieces of bone had been driven into the brain. Zolotaryov and Dubinina had crushed chests with multiple broken ribs, and the autopsy report noted a massive hemorrhage in the right ventricle of Dubinina’s heart. The medical examiner said the damage was similar to what is typically seen as the “result of an impact of an automobile moving at high speed.” Yet none of the bodies had external penetrating wounds, though Zolotaryov’s was missing its eyes, and Dubinina’s was missing its eyes, tongue, and part of the upper lip. A careful inventory of clothing recovered from the bodies revealed that some of these victims were wearing clothes taken or cut off the bodies of others, and a laboratory found that several items emitted unnaturally high levels of radiation. A radiological expert testified that, because the bodies had been exposed to running water for months, these levels of radiation must originally have been “many times greater.” On May 28th, Ivanov abruptly closed the investigation. His role was to determine whether a crime had been committed, not to clarify what had happened, and he concluded that homicide was not a factor. Ivanov ended his report with a non-explanation that has bedevilled Dyatlov researchers ever since: “It should be concluded that the cause of the hikers’ demise was an overwhelming force, which they were not able to overcome.” In classic Soviet style, a number of officials who had little to do with the tragedy were either punished or fired, including the director of U.P.I. and the chairman of its sports club, the local Communist Party secretary, the chairmen of two workers’ unions, and a union inspector. The investigative files, photographs, and journals were classified and the area around Dead Mountain was placed off limits to skiers and outdoor enthusiasts for years. The tent was stored but eventually became moldy and had to be thrown out. The saddle in the mountains which the skiers were heading for but never reached was named the Dyatlov Pass. The victims’ families were left deeply dissatisfied. Many of them wrote to officials, including Khrushchev, demanding a more thorough investigation. But nothing more was done, and the mysterious deaths of the nine skiers subsided into relative obscurity. in 1990, the prosecutor Ivanov, who had retired, published an article in which he claimed that, while compiling his 1959 report, he’d been pressured not to include his views on what happened. The article, titled “The Enigma of the Fireballs,” said that the skiers had been killed by heat rays or balls of fire associated with U.F.O.s. In his original examination of the scene, Ivanov had found trees with unusual burn marks, which “confirmed that some kind of heat ray, say, or a powerful force whose nature is completely unknown (to us, at least) acted selectively on specific objects”—in this case, people. The last photograph in Krivonishchenko’s camera showed flares and streaks of light against a black background. The incident of Dyatlov Pass remains one of the most infamous mysteries of the modern world. The set of circumstances simply does not align with any known phenomenon that could have induced 9 professional soviet outdoorsmen to cut themselves out of their tents and flee hundreds of feet naked. Further, the reports of mutilation, impossibly strong blunt force trauma without any skin breakage and finally, colossally high levels of radiation are all variables that cannot simply be explained away. Something happened in the Ural mountains in 1959. Nearly 60 years later we have yet to see anything like it or come any closer to answering questions that have now spanned generations. Thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed my history lesson for today. - Patrick | Obscure History Guy | Forum Deity

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Steam Name: Yung patrick (Formerly [GL] Shmoopy_Boop] Ingame Name: Shmoopy SteamID: STEAM_0:0:112010885 Have you donated to the server? Yes, over $100 USD Staff Restriction Length: Permanent to my knowledge Staff Member that Staff Restricted you: Fame Reason for Staff Restriction: Unknown (Will update if i learn of a reason) Why do you think that your Staff Restriction should be removed? (longer the better): Where do I begin? Many of you may not remember me, but I can promise there are a few that do. For those who don't remember me, my name's Shmoopy. I was a former PoliceRP admin, Police SM, SRT head breacher/MSGT, event team member, support member and almost a forum diplomat. From Halloween 2018 to late summer 2019, gaminglight was my life. The server was my home, I played on it religiously with people I still consider brothers and sisters of mine to this day, even though they may not feel the same about me. It was never my choice to stop playing, as in early fall 2019 I was blacklisted from SRT, permanently banned from the forums, banned from teamspeak and staff restricted. The reasoning of these punishments are still not entirely clear to me. The manager at the time, Fame (who is now blacklisted) strongly disliked me and had no problems vocalizing it, stating multiple times to my face that he hated my attitude and my opinions. He berated me many times and I took it simply because Gaminglight was a family to me the way no other community was, or ever will be. I still recall the day I got the email telling me I had been forums banned permanently without any chance of an appeal. My first, and closest friend on the server, who some of you may remember simply as "Steve the Russian" was fed up by the way he was being treated my SMT. Similar to myself, Fame voiced his negative opinions on Steve many times, and in a very unprofessional matter. After careful consideration, Steve, my staff mentor, my closest and first friend, basically my fucking brother, made a community resignation post. For hours earlier he had been venting about the situation in the SRT discord and I, being one of his closest friends, listened to him and to a degree, agree'd with him. (I'd like to note here that I never once dissed the community, I will admit however that I never told him to stop) When I saw that community resignation post, a part of me left the community with him. I'm pretty sure the comment that I left on his post was what lead to my eviction from this community, though I'm not entirely sure. It goes as follows: “The statement “SMT has never punished someone for stating their opinion” is officially not true anymore. Goodbye Steve. I hope you can find a community that cares about you as much as you care about it." About an hour later, I received an email that I had been banned from the forums indefinitely by Fame. I was in school at the time, and when I got home the damage had already been done. I was stripped of every position in the community I still had. Fame had blacklisted me from SRT (Which has since been reversed since it was determined that I had no intent to harm SRT or the community) despite being head breacher and on track for low command in the coming weeks. Fame had also ordered the removal of all my server whitelists and my teamspeak tags, as well as permanently staff restricted me, despite me not even being a staff member at the time. I was ruined. I had worked for almost a year to become a well respected and known figure of the community and it had been ripped away from me in the blink of an eye. I understand Staff Restrictions aren't given out easily, and that its a long shot but I figure that its worth a try to be allowed to staff again. I truly love this community. I never have and never will do anything to attempt to harm it. I was there when the mass staff blacklists happened, I performed my duties as a staff member and dealt with countless minges on alt accounts calling me every slur under the sun. I reported diligently to every single staff meeting and have been told by many that I was a great staff member. When some of my closest friends were blacklisted from the community, I did what I was told and turned my back on them. When I felt my staffing time was over after I was (I feel falsely, but your opinion may differ) demoted from Admin to Senior Moderator, I peacefully made a resignation post, shouted out those who were close to me and left it at that. Obviously, I was upset at this demotion and could've acted out and caused chaos before I left but I didn't. I had every opportunity to create problems for the community that I had felt wronged me but I didn't. Thats not who I am and that's never who I will be. To whomever holds the power to reduce, or remove this staff restriction, I sincerely hope you choose to do so. If you don't, I fully understand why. Thank you for reading ~ Shmoopy

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In-Game Name: Shmoopy Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:112010885 Rank: FSGT Length of LOA (Time must be Specified): 1 week Reason for LOA (if private that is fine): I need to focus on getting a good start in school this year, and I cant let my hopeless addiction to gaming light impede that right now

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