Just typed up a mess, but I'm not wasting it, just shoving it here.
Spoiler:

"WHA! What... What year is it?"
He woke from his slumber disoriented, uncertain. Where was he? When was he? It had been a long time, the beard said as much. His room was destroyed, barely a wall standing. Hell, everything he could see was like that. Just... ash and dust. The only thing untouched was the oh, so comfy bed he laid in, and himself. But he could smell the blood and corruption in the air, and he knew the Stalkers had won. And he hadn't done a thing.
The only reason he survived was because he was like THEM
A moNStEr
"H̢̯̞̲O͕̱̻̭͠ͅW̹̫͖ ̣̬̬͇̩͜L͏̙O͉̱͜N̵͙̜̥̼͇G̮͞ ̹͟W̗̼͕̳̘͡A̼͚̗̘̲͕̭S͖̥͕̠͓̰̳͞ ̸͖̦̮̼I͖͈̗͔̦̟ ͕G̯ON̵͇̘E̟" he howled to the shrieking wind.
But it never answered.
Why would it? He knew what he had done. He had done what he needed to!
He gave them false hope.
And smashed it to pieces.

Then he woke up.

"WOO, that was a strong one! Needed that!"
He stretched the sleep from his limbs before going off to Search Rusty Shine Units 21-30!