Name: Myssy Masa. Nick: Myssy
I came to Chernarus in pursuit of, well… promises, I guess? Beautiful scenery, fresh sea breeze and all that. Oh, and to teach. A change of pace was what I needed, and I no longer felt that my role as a firefighter was ‘enough’, eh? So, I got my papers, hopped on a first plane, and off I was to my fresh new start. It was all too good. Too good to be true, and I felt it somewhere deep within my gut. A great house, not too big, not too small, and very close to the beach. Kamenka was it? A strange name, indeed. Bought a brand new, white Lada you know, the terrain and all that shit. Decent schedule, to keep myself busy, with enough of free time to work on my music. Paradise, right? Wrong. Like it was yesterday, I remember it still. It grazes my bones with unimaginable chill, just a thought of what occurred on that dreary summer day. I’m teaching my class, you know, kids will be kids. Sneaking and eating snacks while I pretend not to see. But my morning coffee didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t want to be ‘mean’. So, I let them have it thinking how I’m going to try out those new gummy bears that just got released. Oh, I never mentioned that I have a ‘sweet spot for sweets’? Get it?
Anyways, it took only seconds before the day turned to shit. That is if shit was white and cold as a nuclear fucking wintery storm. And, all of a sudden, those tiny fucks that I called demons…well… turned into actual demons. Scary shit right? Like, right out of a low-budget horror movie. And there I was, stuck with a class of 30 fucking infected, screeching and screaming in agony and pain, as their skin was tearing and blood gushing out of their eyes and veins. To be quite honest, I had to vomit. But there was not enough time to feel perplexed. I had to run for my life, I won’t fight them… it’s my ‘nest’! That is until I found an axe. You know, those “Break glass in emergency” type? Yeah.
And after a while, all the screaming stopped. I was bleeding all over, but I still had my pulse. I had no idea that I possessed such a desire to live. But the sins I’ve committed, none can forgive. My soul is tainted, yet I’ll offer it to God. But before I say my last, until my dying breath… I’ll give all I can and do my very best to make true and righteous amends. So… with an axe in one hand, and cigarette in the other, I was off to find the only person I can call brother. And I thought to myself: “Mamafeinn, I’ll kill you if you’re dead.”