I was an arms dealer living in Chernarus, positioned here by my father. He said this place was prone to war and with war, comes opportunity. After the outbreak I lost any connections I had here, and I am currently just fighting to survive. My father always said that money did not equal happiness. That’s stuck with me through the years and makes me wonder why on Gods green earth did he send me here if that’s the case. Everything I’ve done here was for money. I made so much money off this land that I could have filled my pool and swam in it all. Now look where it’s gotten me. Nothing. I came here to suck the life out of this land, now its repaying the favor.