*The sound of a chair being slid across the floor and Kipland takes a seat at the table*
Kipland: Last name, Williams, First Name, Kipland
Interviewer: Where are you from?
Interviewer: Yes, originally
Kipland: Queens, at least that's where I was born but I haven't been back there since I was a kid.
Interviewer: Right, so tell me... how did you end up in Chernarus during the outbreak of '17. And please be very detailed.
Kipland: So, what want me to start with the fuckin' shit from when I was a kid mate?
Interviewer: If you're comfortable with that then sure.
Kipland: Righ' so here's how it went.... so where to start?.... I guess I can start with my parents, so mum uhhhhh.... I don't remember her actual name. But uhhhhhh, I remember her face... she was beautiful and I don't remember my dad, I guess he musta fuckin' dipped out when I was a kid. I got separated from my mum when I was a kid and been alone ever since.
Interviewer: Do you remember how you got separated?
Kipland: Honestly, not really... listen mate, I can only remember a few times being with her and then the rest of my life when I wasn't. For all I know I could have just gotten lost in the market mate.
*Kipland pauses for a second, his hand rubbing across his beard*
Kipland: So, anyway, I grew up on the streets. Police tried to help me but my mum never showed up. She could be fuckin' dead, I have no idea. But anyway, I grew up and got mixed in with some bad groups as a kid and started running with a couple of Abos who were into some shit. They became my friends and I ran with um mate. So, we did shite like rob cars and petty hold ups for cash and jewelry and that mess mate. Well, that basically is my childhood in a nutshell, just being a little cunt and running from the stoolies.
*The sound of Kipland taking a sip of water is heard and he swallows*
Kipland: So, long story short our little gang of fuckin' delinquents got in touch with a man named, Ryan Kenson. So, Ryan gives us an offer. The fuckin' cunt was talkin' big bikkie mate. So, being the group of kids we were, and when I say kids mate we were about 19-20ish. And um, righ' so being us kids a few of us saw this as like we don't give a fuck mate, you tell us what it is and we'll do it for the money mate. So, Ryan righ' tells us that he wants to put some of us on a plane, head ova' to fuckin' africa, Chad of all fuckin' places and start helpin' run drug operations, run intel, all that shite righ'? Well, I looked at it as a fuckin' golden opportunity, like I gave a fuck' I was a kid who cares, I had no one I really gave a shite about, other than MAYBE my mates, but friends come and go mate. So, I took the offer, most of the other mates didn't, a few came along with me. So we're on a plane righ' and I was thinkin' this would be a first class plane... nah mate this was a fuckin' shite cargo plane, barely big enough to fit all of us. So, we fly over there and we land in the fuckin' desert mate. Oi, no one said anything about a fuckin' desert so righ' then and there I already regretted this shite. So, we got off the plane righ' and we are greeted by another cunt in a suit, however this one didn't tell us his name, just handed a folder and told us we had to go to some town and meet some guys to get our first job. I do remember one guy in our group askin, how will we know what to do? The suited cunt literally just looked at the kid and told him that he better figure it out or he's dead. Mate, the kid was fuckin' 19 and he turned white as a ghost I swear. I'm not going to lie I was pretty nervous as well, but again I just thought I'll figure it.
So we end up askin' around and finally found a cab that was headin' to that town and we each paid our share of the fair and we drove off. Next thing we know we are in this little village in the middle of fuckin' no where in the middle of canyon. So, we get out and get out and ask around for the blokes name that I honestly can't recall at the moment. Finally lead us to this "hotel" I guess you'd call it in the middle of the village. So, we go in the building and again started askin' around mate. Finally we found another fucker in a suit. Honestly at this point mate, we should just start walking up to any fucker' we see wearin' a suit and we'll probably be in the right direction. So anyway, we go up to the cunt in the suit and we introduce ourselves. Righ' cheerful fellow the acted I do remember that. Anyway he gave us our first mission, he wanted us to act as body guards for some exchange, so we went along with it, cause the cunt assured us it would just be for insurance reasons there's no reason to worry, blah, blah, blah. So, few days later I got dropped off at this compound built up against the side of a rock face mate. Some native comes out and tells me to follow him inside, fuckers name was Zola Ade and he was younger than us mate, he handed us some ak's gave us some body armor and clothes and told us to get up in one of those old soviet trucks and then we were off. Came up to this other compound with a fence around it and guards. Not going to lie shit was fuckin' cool mate. Or at least I thought so at the time. so we get there righ'? Zola tells us to get out of the truck and stand guard and keep an eye out for anyone who might look suspicious. Easy righ'?
Few hours went by no one was there and Zola and his mates were all inside the buildin'. Fuckin' out of no where there was Jeep Cherokee came rippin' through the gate mate, and I literally about shit my pants. Buncha blokes start filing out of the Jeep one by one and open fire on us. One of the kids with me took the shot right to the eye, and I just ripped it right over to behind another car and hid behind there, bullets fuckin' hittin' the ground next to me, truck was gettin' shot to shite. Zola and his group come out and start firin' back, so I was like hell with it, and peaked around the edge of the car and just laid down fire mate on the jeep, shot one cunt right in the chest and he went down another bloke was runnin to a car, I laid the trigger down on him mate, he was fucked. I didn't pay any attention to the guys around me, just pickin' off the cunts as I saw um one by one mate. Well the fightin' lasted for about like 15 minutes or so honestly. It wasn't a long fight or anything.
Long story short Zola liked my work, which opened me up to alot more jobs mate. So, I did jobs here and there, smuggling shite, gatherin' intel on groups, and the best part is I did it without bein' noticed. The jobs I was doin mate literally no one gave a fuck who I was. So, I did that for a few years, and that's when I heard about more job potential opening up in Chernarus, apparently the places was taken over by a disease which made it a no man's land for governments or whatever. Plus shite was getting nuts in Chad and the rest of the country so I decided and said fuck it I'll head over there as well. So, I went with the organization that hired me at the time, we rolled up to Chernarus and that's how I ended up there....
To make a name for himself
To take jobs and find work to keep himself alive