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RJ 'Aces' Walton


"Ask yourself, when the only light in your life has gone out is it replaced by fire... or... eternal darkness."


It was never talked about, just expected. RJ was born and bred for military service. Well, atleast it would appear that way until you looked deeper. He came from a long line of US Military Veterans. His grandfather served in the D-Day/Normandy Invasion and "Battle of the Bulge" as an Army medic. His father, a Chief Senior Officer, US Navy, served in multiple submarine deployment units during the Cold War. Both brothers also served, one in the Navy (in and out after 4 years due to injury) and the other an Army Ranger who was part of the 82nd Airborne and was a Veteran of Desert Storm.

The only problem it seems, was RJ himself. A troubled individual to say the least. RJ carried with him a bad attitude and had no desire to be told what to do in life. That mindset doesn't mesh well with the military. He knew he was never destined to wear the uniform. He also knew the shame he would carry for the rest of his life being the only man in his family to never serve. He was a lone wolf, a leader in his own right, and didn't want to be a puppet for some government that didn't give a damn about him anyway.

His family never could understand him, always pressuring him to "give himself to the greater good of the United States military and make something of yourself". He disconnected with them and branched off. Made his own life. He was wild man in his 20s. Got into a lot of trouble with the law, constantly in fights, no stranger to whiskey and couldn't really get along with anyone...for long.

Then his whole world changed.

He met a girl, became a father and for the first time in his life he cared about something more than himself. His son became his whole world. The one purpose and the one light he had ever truly known in his own miserable existence. Life with the boy's mother didn't last long due to his stubborn nature, but RJ changed his mindset and set out to be a good father and example for his boy. The stresses and pressures of going into the military are something that he would bear alone and never pass onto his innocent son. That line of oppression had died with him. His son would be free to live whatever life he chose.

It was time for a new path and new life with his boy. RJ, wanting to be that shining example for his son - became a teacher. An English teacher. He went back to school, got his degree while holding down multiple jobs and eventually got his secondary-level certification. One day, an opportunity came around to teach English to poor lower class Russian children in the smaller country to the south in Chernarus. RJ thought it was a chance for himself and his son to catch a glimpse of the world that he had never seen. One of the benefits of a past life he chose to never pursue. He booked a one way trip for himself and his boy to Chenarus. He thought it was a 2nd chance at life. A new beginning.

In reality it was the beginning of the end.

It's now been weeks since Chenarus fell down. It started with a whisper... until slowly there was nothing and no one left. We don't even know what the hell happened. The government tried to explain, but they couldn't. And when they tried again, no one was around to hear it. The government has since disappeared, leaving only traces. All that is left is survivors, which seem to be far and few between.

RJ's son was part of that whisper that fell. Yet the circumstances of his son's disappearance are known only to him. And when his son left his world, RJ changed. The reason and the civility within him simply eroded. His once stubborn nature has turned into violent self hatred. Realization that the only good thing in his life is gone and that he is ultimately responsible, has not yet hit home. The one thing that kept him going in his whole miserable existence has departed. Ask yourself, when the only light in your life has gone out is it replaced by fire... or... eternal darkness.

The following are accounts from RJ immediately after his son's tragic disappearance. Every man has his breaking point. Even you, reading this right now. These excerpts document the mental transition from sanity and reason to ... the unnatural; caused ultimately by forced and dire environmental circumstances.

This is the breaking point and last "dayz" of RJ 'Aces' Walton.

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[Diary Entry: 1/13/2015]

He said his name was Anton.

If you ask me he was little too calm for not seeing anyone for weeks like he told me.


Seemed like a nice enough guy. But at this point, nice just isn't good enough. I want my boy.

And he lied. So what's to say he didn't lie about everything? About seeing Taylor. No regrets at this point.

After being on the coast for what seemed like weeks I made my way to this little mountain town called Novo this evening. Shit rainy kinda evening. Managed to get some clothing and nice automatic shotgun that someone had conveniently misplaced in the back of a vehicle. I'll call her Darla. Darla The Peacemaker. She's now loaded, that town a few miles back Svet, I think its called managed to supply some shells. Just in case... just in case.

I've looked everywhere for Taylor. I won't ever stop. Not in this lifetime. I figured I would head to that building that you have to be blind to miss. Tallest damn building in that town. Had to be somebody there that knew something right? Somebody had to have seen him. Someone had to be there.

Someone was.

I think it was a city hall or something like that. That's where I found "Anton" about 7 or 8 stories up.

I won't lie. I was scared. Hadn't seen anyone in weeks. His demeanor was so calm, so "regular" like nothing in this whole shit life had disrupted him. When I managed to catch him off guard, I saw red. Immediately asked the guy to put his hands up. Then all I could see was Taylor's face. I asked Anton over and over again, had he seen my boy. Where was my boy?

He acted clueless. I knew in the back of my mind he was probably innocent, but I saw something poking out of his backpack that would be extremely beneficial to me and my search for Taylor. Damn pistol with a scope on it. I'm not huge on guns, but seeing someone before they see me might do me a hell of a lot of good out here.

I handcuffed the poor bastard and took his pistol. Sorry bud. I now see Taylor's face every now and then.

Just smiling.

I'm not sure what exactly I've turned into. A petty thief? Pretty good considering what this world has to offer right now. Before I left, I threw the keys down to Anton and told him if he followed me, I would open fire and not regret one damn thing. He understood.

I'm sorry Anton. In another time, another life... I probably would have bought you a cup of coffee. But all that matters now is Taylor... finding Taylor.

I left town shortly after and I'm currently held up in the woods a few miles outta town. Its nice here. Woke up after another can of cold spaghetti gave me stomach issues. I hoped it was all a nightmare, but sadly this is my reality.

So I write. And I continue to travel.

We'll see what tomorrow brings. Going to try to get some sleep.

[end of entry]

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