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Server time: 2017-08-18, 01:27

Jon McLawrence
Character information
  1. Mental
    Unstable
  2. Morale
    Low
  3. Date of birth
    1964-11-12 (52 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Newcastle, Australia
  5. Nationality
    Australian
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasion
  7. Languages
    English, basic Russian

Description

  1. Height
    173 cm
  2. Weight
    71 kg
  3. Build
    Malnourished
  4. Hair
    Grey-Brown
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Occupation
    Coal Quality Tester

Background

I don't know who will read this, or if there is anyone left to read. I think we came ashore on the coastal beaches the locals call Rify. I wasn't paying too much attention at the time. I was below deck with the cargo, inside a container storing coal samples from the lab back home. I was accompanying the vessel as a coal quality tester for a client in Chernarus. By the time we arrived shit had hit the fan, a storm was brewing in the afternoon and by that night we were swept into the thick of it. I felt the impact with the shore, slamming the container shut behind him. Everything turned midnight black and I must have hit my head. By the time I came to I felt tried blood covering my face. I couldn't see in the darkness but I could hear the screams. The horrible blood-curdling screams. Footsteps came running past and I screamed for help. I can't describe in words the guttural roar I heard when I pleaded for help. Someone or something was banging on the container with the fury of a blacksmith at a forge. A shiver ran down my spine and my stomach knotted at the sound. I thought I was going to die then and there, then I heard someone scream in pain from afar and whatever was outside ran towards the noise. I knew I was alone, and I sat there in silence for what seemed hours. I lost track of time, hard to keep time when your phones battery is already dead and your watch doesn't light up in the dark. I think I slept, but I'm not sure, it was all dark either way. Eventually I tried prying the door to the container open and when I squeezed through I saw what those religious type would call hell. There wasn't a wall that didn't have blood smeared on them. A few corpses were scattered here and there, or what was left of them. A few limbs, a head or two. Not much left. I staggered onto the shore, the ship cracked in two. All was silent, any survivors already fled, and I was alone. I've never felt so scared and alone. Please, if you find this, help me. Please. I just want to go back home.

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Status

HEALTHY

Time played: 3.1 hours

Total wounds: 0

Total deaths: 0

Recent events:
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