To Anyone Listening [All Frequencies]

[MrKindred]

*Bennie sitting on the floor of the abandoned dusty house pulls out his Radio and tape player out then rustles around for some music. Pressing the PTT button on his radio and begins transmitting on all frequincies*

"Hello all This is Bennie Greh transmitting on all frequencies. For all those that are tired of being held up all the time and being robbed by these so called wanabe Government Groups and other Bandits, I have compsed a couple songs. I Am Part of this Group called "The Insurgents" And we are looking for survivors that would like to join us in our travels."

*Bennie gets the song ready in his tape player and starts the first song*

                                                                                   [mp3]http://puu.sh/lg2pp/40d36cb69a.mp3[/mp3]

*Bennie takes out the tape and pushes the PPT*

"As for these wanabe "Political Groups". This next one is for you. You know who you are."

                                                                                 

                                                                                  [mp3]http://puu.sh/lg5sW/1b33e534c8.mp3[/mp3]

                                                                                 

*Bennie lets go of the PPT and Smiles a little before pushing the PTT again*

"Today was a good day." *Mutters under his breathe* "Fucking French."

*Bennie lets go of the PTT and ends the transmission.*

                                                      

[Buko]

*Radio static crackles like rain

"Hey buddy nice tunes. I met you guys at Green Mountain... Kovlov, wasn't it? Anyway, I'm making a home for myself near Ratnoe. Drop by if you need anything - food, meds, guns... whatever. Take it easy, I'm out."

*Radio silence

[Dustin]

Marek picks up his radio with a little chuckle

-Bennie Greh.. is sounds like real smarts man to give his name on a open frequency....

*A moment of silence*

-Good luck

Marek places his radio back on his belt and continues chuckling down the road

[Guest Mr Boonie]

Hunter Williams picks up his radio *static*

-Listening To The Tunes- Bobs his head and smoking on his cigarette.

Pressing on the PTT button states:

Bennie it's been a while! How are yA.......radio cuts out.

*STATIC PERSISTS* then goes silent.

[MrKindred]

Marek picks up his radio with a little chuckle

-Bennie Greh.. is sounds like real smarts man to give his name on a open frequency....

*A moment of silence*

-Good luck

Marek places his radio back on his belt and continues chuckling down the road

*Bennie Listens to the words of this man coming over the radio in his hands, and chooses his next words wisely.Bennie pushes the PTT*

"Yup that is my name stranger, I have no issue with people knowing my name. If you like I can give you a little back story on why I have a hatred for the government groups so badly. A few days ago I was takin hostage by the French Foreign Legion, after a robbery gone bad and gained a new perspective on life. FUCK THE GOVERNMENT!!! I honestly could care less what anyone thinks about me or who I am. These are the views that I am pretty much trying to get across to people. I am an Anarchist and proud to be one.

There are times when I wonder why I talk so much about anarchy and chaos, about the dance of my life, and about the horrors of civilization. What is my purpose? What do I really want from this? I’m not out to convert anyone. It’s not a religion or ideology I hold to. It’s an intense passion for freedom, and one I fear will go unfulfilled.

[align=justify]It often seems to me that most anarchists just hold to another millenarian brand of Christianity. They await “The Revolution” after which there will be anarchy. As with most millenarian Christians, these anarchists are out to convert people to their gospel. But the freedom they speak of seems as distant as the second coming of Christ. In fact, many of them sacrifice what little freedom they now have to their cause or organization. I want my freedom NOW and I want it with a passion. I see so many chains to my freedom and I see them growing.

[align=justify]At times it seems that most people are passively accepting these chains. This hurts me, it makes me want to scream and shout. I need to rant. Not to convert them, but to make them stop hurting me. For as long as they keep putting up with the shit, I too seem to remain its victim.

[align=justify]But most of all I say this because I feel my passions welling up, striving to be let out. They want to shout and rant, sing and dance, but how can this be? Madness- rebellion against a rationalized, artificial existence- needs release. But the quacks label it an illness and try to stifle it with drugs or hide it in mental hospitals. So release becomes almost impossible.

Only in talking can I freely release my madness and let my passions flow. And it’s a stunted way of doing so. It falsifies and abstracts them. I have ideas of how I can live much more freely even now, but I would do so more joyfully with others who want to try it. So I speak, hoping I’ll find others who have similar visions. Yet at times, it seems futile and I wonder, why do I even try sometimes.

If the entire natural universe is vibrantly alive, then no being in it should be chained or fenced in. The realization of this is anarchy. It is the end of every attempt to order the world, and so opens up every possibility.

[align=justify]Anarchism is as much to do with anarchy as biology has to do with the joy of living. Anarchism is an attempt to create a new order, not to supersede order. Its goal is self-rule, not no rule.

[align=justify]So most anarchists seek to order the universe “without authority”, meaning that all humans equally exercise authority over the rest of the universe. Yet is not the ordering of human beings inherent in the ordering of the universe? The fences of order we build really just fence in our own imaginations, making us malleable to the order imposed by authority. Doesn’t it follow that the refusal to give and take orders must become the refusal to order or be ordered if it is not to become a new, more hidden form of giving and taking orders?

[align=justify]And a new form of giving and taking orders is exactly what most anarchists want. They describe their ideal as self-management or self-rule. But self-management and self-rule are still management and rule. We are still giving and taking orders even if only to and from ourselves. And no wonder, when the paltry visions of most anarchists would still see us in offices, on farms, in factories, playing the production and consumption games capital has taught us. And since every instinct in us, every unchained passion and unbridled desire, rebels against such a “life”, to fulfil this vision, we cannot free ourselves; we must manage and rule ourselves. But such a vision is not anarchy.

[align=justify]Anarchy means NO rule, NO management. Anarchy means not only the abolition of every god, government or boss, but also the abolition of every measuring stick and timepiece, every ideology and definition, for these too are rulers and anarchy wipes all rulers away.

[align=justify]When you hear this do you cringe with fear because you see chaos lurking in the shadows? Well, the universe is chaos. There is no inherent order in it. People try to order it, to rule it. But the infinity of vibrant, living beings that is the universe cannot be ruled And why should it be? Where did we get the idea that chaos was bad? Chaos is nothing other than wildness. Our fear of chaos is fear of our own wildness. And wildness is living just to live, not for a purpose or use. It is life lived for itself.

[align=justify]Order is the attempt to make things “live” for a purpose, for a use, for a goal. But life lived for any purpose ceases to be life. It demands giving up life today for some possible future. But since the only guarantee the future offers is death, such a life is no life at all; it is merely a march towards death. Better that we should all REALLY live for one moment and then die than that we exist for a billion years as ordered beings.

With the bloody vampire grin of order staring you in the face, do you still fear chaos more? Then beware. For we, the witches and werewolves, the mad ones and faeries, are unruly. We are the wild ones. We do bring chaos………Because chaos is where freedom lies. Chaos is where life lies

As for the other person that was talking to me that asked me how I was, I am great friend.How are you?"

*Bennie sighs a little bit after that and hopes that his message reached someone,then lets go of the PTT and ends the transmission*

[Dustin]

Marek picks up his radio yawning

-I think I need take nap you story put me sleep

Marek places his radio on his belt and goes to bed

[Fate]

Marek picks up his radio with a little chuckle

-Bennie Greh.. is sounds like real smarts man to give his name on a open frequency....

*A moment of silence*

-Good luck

Marek places his radio back on his belt and continues chuckling down the road

*Bennie Listens to the words of this man coming over the radio in his hands, and chooses his next words wisely.Bennie pushes the PTT*

"Yup that is my name stranger, I have no issue with people knowing my name. If you like I can give you a little back story on why I have a hatred for the government groups so badly. A few days ago I was takin hostage by the French Foreign Legion, after a robbery gone bad and gained a new perspective on life. FUCK THE GOVERNMENT!!! I honestly could care less what anyone thinks about me or who I am. These are the views that I am pretty much trying to get across to people. I am an Anarchist and proud to be one.

There are times when I wonder why I talk so much about anarchy and chaos, about the dance of my life, and about the horrors of civilization. What is my purpose? What do I really want from this? I’m not out to convert anyone. It’s not a religion or ideology I hold to. It’s an intense passion for freedom, and one I fear will go unfulfilled.

[align=justify]It often seems to me that most anarchists just hold to another millenarian brand of Christianity. They await “The Revolution” after which there will be anarchy. As with most millenarian Christians, these anarchists are out to convert people to their gospel. But the freedom they speak of seems as distant as the second coming of Christ. In fact, many of them sacrifice what little freedom they now have to their cause or organization. I want my freedom NOW and I want it with a passion. I see so many chains to my freedom and I see them growing.

[align=justify]At times it seems that most people are passively accepting these chains. This hurts me, it makes me want to scream and shout. I need to rant. Not to convert them, but to make them stop hurting me. For as long as they keep putting up with the shit, I too seem to remain its victim.

[align=justify]But most of all I say this because I feel my passions welling up, striving to be let out. They want to shout and rant, sing and dance, but how can this be? Madness- rebellion against a rationalized, artificial existence- needs release. But the quacks label it an illness and try to stifle it with drugs or hide it in mental hospitals. So release becomes almost impossible.

Only in talking can I freely release my madness and let my passions flow. And it’s a stunted way of doing so. It falsifies and abstracts them. I have ideas of how I can live much more freely even now, but I would do so more joyfully with others who want to try it. So I speak, hoping I’ll find others who have similar visions. Yet at times, it seems futile and I wonder, why do I even try sometimes.

If the entire natural universe is vibrantly alive, then no being in it should be chained or fenced in. The realization of this is anarchy. It is the end of every attempt to order the world, and so opens up every possibility.

[align=justify]Anarchism is as much to do with anarchy as biology has to do with the joy of living. Anarchism is an attempt to create a new order, not to supersede order. Its goal is self-rule, not no rule.

[align=justify]So most anarchists seek to order the universe “without authority”, meaning that all humans equally exercise authority over the rest of the universe. Yet is not the ordering of human beings inherent in the ordering of the universe? The fences of order we build really just fence in our own imaginations, making us malleable to the order imposed by authority. Doesn’t it follow that the refusal to give and take orders must become the refusal to order or be ordered if it is not to become a new, more hidden form of giving and taking orders?

[align=justify]And a new form of giving and taking orders is exactly what most anarchists want. They describe their ideal as self-management or self-rule. But self-management and self-rule are still management and rule. We are still giving and taking orders even if only to and from ourselves. And no wonder, when the paltry visions of most anarchists would still see us in offices, on farms, in factories, playing the production and consumption games capital has taught us. And since every instinct in us, every unchained passion and unbridled desire, rebels against such a “life”, to fulfil this vision, we cannot free ourselves; we must manage and rule ourselves. But such a vision is not anarchy.

[align=justify]Anarchy means NO rule, NO management. Anarchy means not only the abolition of every god, government or boss, but also the abolition of every measuring stick and timepiece, every ideology and definition, for these too are rulers and anarchy wipes all rulers away.

[align=justify]When you hear this do you cringe with fear because you see chaos lurking in the shadows? Well, the universe is chaos. There is no inherent order in it. People try to order it, to rule it. But the infinity of vibrant, living beings that is the universe cannot be ruled And why should it be? Where did we get the idea that chaos was bad? Chaos is nothing other than wildness. Our fear of chaos is fear of our own wildness. And wildness is living just to live, not for a purpose or use. It is life lived for itself.

[align=justify]Order is the attempt to make things “live” for a purpose, for a use, for a goal. But life lived for any purpose ceases to be life. It demands giving up life today for some possible future. But since the only guarantee the future offers is death, such a life is no life at all; it is merely a march towards death. Better that we should all REALLY live for one moment and then die than that we exist for a billion years as ordered beings.

With the bloody vampire grin of order staring you in the face, do you still fear chaos more? Then beware. For we, the witches and werewolves, the mad ones and faeries, are unruly. We are the wild ones. We do bring chaos………Because chaos is where freedom lies. Chaos is where life lies

As for the other person that was talking to me that asked me how I was, I am great friend.How are you?"

*Bennie sighs a little bit after that and hopes that his message reached someone,then lets go of the PTT and ends the transmission*

*I pick up my radio and hold down the button,*

Hey Bennie, sorry for your rude awakening. I left a few hours before you got up. I needed to try to locate Kozlov. Hope all's well though. Oh, and you'll see a note by the fridge telling you to not fuck up while I'm gone. If you want to meet again, it will be in Severograd.

*I pause as I realize my mistake*

... Shit, well, location's not changing. But it will change if you do not come by tomorrow. Anyway, safe fucking travels! Oh, and try to pick up some painkillers of some kind while you're out there. My leg is still hurting like a bitch!

*You hear the sounds of metal tinkering together. I smile as I play with my new handgun I found earlier and release the button*

[MrKindred]

Marek picks up his radio with a little chuckle

-Bennie Greh.. is sounds like real smarts man to give his name on a open frequency....

*A moment of silence*

-Good luck

Marek places his radio back on his belt and continues chuckling down the road

*Bennie Listens to the words of this man coming over the radio in his hands, and chooses his next words wisely.Bennie pushes the PTT*

"Yup that is my name stranger, I have no issue with people knowing my name. If you like I can give you a little back story on why I have a hatred for the government groups so badly. A few days ago I was takin hostage by the French Foreign Legion, after a robbery gone bad and gained a new perspective on life. FUCK THE GOVERNMENT!!! I honestly could care less what anyone thinks about me or who I am. These are the views that I am pretty much trying to get across to people. I am an Anarchist and proud to be one.

There are times when I wonder why I talk so much about anarchy and chaos, about the dance of my life, and about the horrors of civilization. What is my purpose? What do I really want from this? I’m not out to convert anyone. It’s not a religion or ideology I hold to. It’s an intense passion for freedom, and one I fear will go unfulfilled.

[align=justify]It often seems to me that most anarchists just hold to another millenarian brand of Christianity. They await “The Revolution” after which there will be anarchy. As with most millenarian Christians, these anarchists are out to convert people to their gospel. But the freedom they speak of seems as distant as the second coming of Christ. In fact, many of them sacrifice what little freedom they now have to their cause or organization. I want my freedom NOW and I want it with a passion. I see so many chains to my freedom and I see them growing.

[align=justify]At times it seems that most people are passively accepting these chains. This hurts me, it makes me want to scream and shout. I need to rant. Not to convert them, but to make them stop hurting me. For as long as they keep putting up with the shit, I too seem to remain its victim.

[align=justify]But most of all I say this because I feel my passions welling up, striving to be let out. They want to shout and rant, sing and dance, but how can this be? Madness- rebellion against a rationalized, artificial existence- needs release. But the quacks label it an illness and try to stifle it with drugs or hide it in mental hospitals. So release becomes almost impossible.

Only in talking can I freely release my madness and let my passions flow. And it’s a stunted way of doing so. It falsifies and abstracts them. I have ideas of how I can live much more freely even now, but I would do so more joyfully with others who want to try it. So I speak, hoping I’ll find others who have similar visions. Yet at times, it seems futile and I wonder, why do I even try sometimes.

If the entire natural universe is vibrantly alive, then no being in it should be chained or fenced in. The realization of this is anarchy. It is the end of every attempt to order the world, and so opens up every possibility.

[align=justify]Anarchism is as much to do with anarchy as biology has to do with the joy of living. Anarchism is an attempt to create a new order, not to supersede order. Its goal is self-rule, not no rule.

[align=justify]So most anarchists seek to order the universe “without authority”, meaning that all humans equally exercise authority over the rest of the universe. Yet is not the ordering of human beings inherent in the ordering of the universe? The fences of order we build really just fence in our own imaginations, making us malleable to the order imposed by authority. Doesn’t it follow that the refusal to give and take orders must become the refusal to order or be ordered if it is not to become a new, more hidden form of giving and taking orders?

[align=justify]And a new form of giving and taking orders is exactly what most anarchists want. They describe their ideal as self-management or self-rule. But self-management and self-rule are still management and rule. We are still giving and taking orders even if only to and from ourselves. And no wonder, when the paltry visions of most anarchists would still see us in offices, on farms, in factories, playing the production and consumption games capital has taught us. And since every instinct in us, every unchained passion and unbridled desire, rebels against such a “life”, to fulfil this vision, we cannot free ourselves; we must manage and rule ourselves. But such a vision is not anarchy.

[align=justify]Anarchy means NO rule, NO management. Anarchy means not only the abolition of every god, government or boss, but also the abolition of every measuring stick and timepiece, every ideology and definition, for these too are rulers and anarchy wipes all rulers away.

[align=justify]When you hear this do you cringe with fear because you see chaos lurking in the shadows? Well, the universe is chaos. There is no inherent order in it. People try to order it, to rule it. But the infinity of vibrant, living beings that is the universe cannot be ruled And why should it be? Where did we get the idea that chaos was bad? Chaos is nothing other than wildness. Our fear of chaos is fear of our own wildness. And wildness is living just to live, not for a purpose or use. It is life lived for itself.

[align=justify]Order is the attempt to make things “live” for a purpose, for a use, for a goal. But life lived for any purpose ceases to be life. It demands giving up life today for some possible future. But since the only guarantee the future offers is death, such a life is no life at all; it is merely a march towards death. Better that we should all REALLY live for one moment and then die than that we exist for a billion years as ordered beings.

With the bloody vampire grin of order staring you in the face, do you still fear chaos more? Then beware. For we, the witches and werewolves, the mad ones and faeries, are unruly. We are the wild ones. We do bring chaos………Because chaos is where freedom lies. Chaos is where life lies

As for the other person that was talking to me that asked me how I was, I am great friend.How are you?"

*Bennie sighs a little bit after that and hopes that his message reached someone,then lets go of the PTT and ends the transmission*

*I pick up my radio and hold down the button,*

Hey Bennie, sorry for your rude awakening. I left a few hours before you got up. I needed to try to locate Kozlov. Hope all's well though. Oh, and you'll see a note by the fridge telling you to not fuck up while I'm gone. If you want to meet again, it will be in Severograd.

*I pause as I realize my mistake*

... Shit, well, location's not changing. But it will change if you do not come by tomorrow. Anyway, safe fucking travels! Oh, and try to pick up some painkillers of some kind while you're out there. My leg is still hurting like a bitch!

*You hear the sounds of metal tinkering together. I smile as I play with my new handgun I found earlier and release the button*

*Bennie hears the voices coming from the radio and Pushes his PTT*

"Yeah thats probably why I went on such a huge rant .......sorry about that everyone. I kinda woke up on the wrong side of this hard ass floor. Anyways yeah that sounds good Miya we can meet up and chill with each other for a little bit if you want. I will deffinetly look for those pain killers for you,hows that leg doing? As for the guy that fell asleep to my long ass speech, I will appologize for my boring voice. 

*Bennie sighs a little after a long night of uncomfortable sleeping and finds a nice bed to go pass out in*

[Fate]

*I casually grab the radio and holds the button,*

Yeah, your voice is quite lulling. I fucking hate it.

*You hear me laugh*

As for my leg though, I dunno. It may just be a bruise, but the area around where the bullet went through is swollen purplish... It feels funny too, don't know if that's just because of the painkillers I swallowed earlier though.

*I let out a silent groan as I lift the pant leg to where the wound is*

... Yep, still swollen. Shit.

*The radio clicks off*

[Nolan]

Listening to the man Bennie raving, Henri d'Alembord sighs and picks up his radio to send a transmission.

Bonjour, good day to everyone listening on this frequency. 

After hearing this insane man Bennie's ravings and the slanderous accusations made against the Legion, I would like to remind him that it was his actions and his actions only that led to him being taken prisoner. Perhaps the bullet he took to his skull affected his memory as he seems to be missing the part where these 'anarchists' tried to rob us. 

Although, I assume, that this word 'anarchist' is really only another name for 'common thief' as that is all this Bennie man and his friends are. Some people do what they have to to survive, and this is okay. However these 'anarchists' only wish to preserve this state of chaos we live in today to continue their thieving ways.

In any case Monsieur Bennie, this message of yours has convinced me of one thing, and that is to kill you when I see you again.

Henri laughs and his voice becomes much chirpier.

Adieu, Monsieur Bennie! I hope to see you again! 

Ha ha.

[Fate]

Listening to the man Bennie raving, Henri d'Alembord sighs and picks up his radio to send a transmission.

Bonjour, good day to everyone listening on this frequency. 

After hearing this insane man Bennie's ravings and the slanderous accusations made against the Legion, I would like to remind him that it was his actions and his actions only that led to him being taken prisoner. Perhaps the bullet he took to his skull affected his memory as he seems to be missing the part where these 'anarchists' tried to rob us. 

Although, I assume, that this word 'anarchist' is really only another name for 'common thief' as that is all this Bennie man and his friends are. Some people do what they have to to survive, and this is okay. However these 'anarchists' only wish to preserve this state of chaos we live in today to continue their thieving ways.

In any case Monsieur Bennie, this message of yours has convinced me of one thing, and that is to kill you when I see you again.

Henri laughs and his voice becomes much chirpier.

Adieu, Monsieur Bennie! I hope to see you again! 

Ha ha.

*After hearing the response Bennie got, I furiously grasp my radio and press down the button,*

FUCK. YOU! At least WE don't go 'round making people kill off eachother in horrific situations! 

*You hear a gun being loaded in the background*

Go back to fucking France, or whatever Hell you reign from before I send you there MYSELF!

*The transmission ends abruptly as I pick up my things and leave my current encampment*

[MrKindred]

Listening to the man Bennie raving, Henri d'Alembord sighs and picks up his radio to send a transmission.

Bonjour, good day to everyone listening on this frequency. 

After hearing this insane man Bennie's ravings and the slanderous accusations made against the Legion, I would like to remind him that it was his actions and his actions only that led to him being taken prisoner. Perhaps the bullet he took to his skull affected his memory as he seems to be missing the part where these 'anarchists' tried to rob us. 

Although, I assume, that this word 'anarchist' is really only another name for 'common thief' as that is all this Bennie man and his friends are. Some people do what they have to to survive, and this is okay. However these 'anarchists' only wish to preserve this state of chaos we live in today to continue their thieving ways.

In any case Monsieur Bennie, this message of yours has convinced me of one thing, and that is to kill you when I see you again.

Henri laughs and his voice becomes much chirpier.

Adieu, Monsieur Bennie! I hope to see you again! 

Ha ha.

*Bennie Stares at his radio, listening to this french guy speak and waits for him to finish. Pushing his PTT on his Radio he begins to speak*

I am sure there are those who would label me mad for some of the desires I express. Fine, I gladly embrace such madness. When rational order has proven its absurdity, those who would be free must express themselves in terms of madness. A festival, a whirlwind, the screaming elation of dionysian rites are true revolution. Artaud and Julian Beck have both tried this, but in the theater. And theater is bullshit! It’s time to take this madness out of the theaters and to start living it. We are wild beings trapped in the cages of civilization. Rage, grief, joy, ecstasy, hysteria, all of our animal passions need release, public release, now! But how? How do we avoid incarceration? How can we be freely mad? How can we turn it from mere individual idiosyncrasy to anarchic revolution? I don’t know. All I know is that a mad cruelty must be aimed at civilization while erotic ecstasy is aimed at friends. We need to learn to scream, cry, laugh, howl, growl, roar, jump, roll, dance, caress, kiss, hug, fuck, somersault, sing, feast. We need to be bodies, to be animals, freely without restraint. This will be the greatest cruelty to civilization, for such action mocks it mercilessly. To those who love to be ordered, it will appear to be the greatest madness. But to our friends, whether human, plant, rock, river, or any wild being, it will be the gentlest love. For this madness is Eros unbound.

So Mr.Frenchie I honestly could care less what you think of me, as I have stated earlier in a previous broadcast. As for the robbing gone wrong with your guy, I will honestly say that maybe we were a little trigger happy at that particullar moment in time. We are actually going to try not to rob people any more and focus on just surviving meeting people and just having a great time in this fucked up world that we live in. If you still want to "Kill" me then by all means you are welcome to try..........I will say that I can not gaurenty your safety though if an attempt is made on my life......Don't forget I do have a lot of friends too.

*Bennie lets go of the PTT and continues rolling cigarettes for the road* 

[Chance]

*The transmission begins*

I'm sure you won't be so anti-government, if you come across the ZBOR. Let's hope for both parties sake that you don't.

*Static is heard before the broadcast ends*

[Fate]

*The transmission begins*

I'm sure you won't be so anti-government, if you come across the ZBOR. Let's hope for both parties sake that you don't.

*Static is heard before the broadcast ends*

*I take up my radio and hold down the PTT* 

Just stay out of our fucking way...

*I drop the radio in silence*

[MrKindred]

*The transmission begins*

I'm sure you won't be so anti-government, if you come across the ZBOR. Let's hope for both parties sake that you don't.

*Static is heard before the broadcast ends*

*As the new voice comes over his radio, Bennie chuckles then presses his PTT*

"As for this group that is called the Zbor or what ever, like I said earlier.....FUCK THE GOVERNMENT!!! Nothing personal but I honestly could give a rats ass about these type of groups. I'm not trying to make enemies here but it looks like I am starting to become known, 

*Bennie pauses for a minute, then speaks again*

" I honestly do not think that we have met so I dont have any beef with you other than the fact that you are in a government organized group. I still say FUCK THE GOVERNMENT!!!

*Bennie laughs out loud before letting go of the PTT, then ends tranmission*

[Oliv]

Snip

Enzo listens intently to the man who seems to think there is no point in trying to restore order.

He presses down on the talk button of his walkie and proceeds...

"Signore, I'm no quite sure I understand, maybe you cana clear up for me, ah?"

"Do you have a gun ina you possession? How about a cana food? More thana likely, you do. See order e government make free market, e enterprise, e one apona time, make all that stuff you like."

Enzo clears his throat, and takes a small sip of water from his cantene.

"But you right. You might no be trying to make enemy, but you doing a good job. Bravo. Che pazzo, mah bravo."

Enzo releases the talk button, has another sip of water, and shakes his head.

[Ethereal]

*Kozlov listens to the radio broadcasts going back and forth, he sits infront of a fire, casually skinning a dead deer. He shakes his head as he hears the conversations.. He pushes down the PTT button eventually and responds.*

"Listen here lads.. We're not after half of Chernarus to want us dead. Excuse my comrades and their big mouths. Yes, we fucked up, we robbed the wrong group, and yes, we have our beliefs, we don't want government, we've experienced corruption and oppression first hand.. But fucking hell, as said, we don't need Zbor and the Legion both fucking hunting us down.. It's not a game.. We don't want society restored to it's old ways, governments, officials, corrupted greedy men who want only the best for themselves.. We believe in humanism, every man is equal.. Yes, we robbed someone, but that's survival.. But when you've got everything you need and you strive to take more.. When you use other human beings as slaves.. That's when we say fucking no.. I remember growing up in Kamenka, the police would beat my people, my mother was fucking murdered by the Chedaki... The CDF didn't fucking care, they just followed orders from the top dogs, the top-dogs only wanted what would benefit themselves...

We're not asking for a war, we're not asking for enemies, nor violence.. Yes we've made mistakes, as has everyone, but come on now, it's hilarious. Both groups could wipe us out easily, and you all know it...

Miya, Bennie, both of you, stay off the radio and keep your heads down, this is not the time to open your mouths. We need to get out of this sudden light. If you continue to talk shit over the radio, expect us all dead within the next week.. Use your brains here."

*Kozlov sighs and drops his radio, his little separation from the group up north seemed to have not worked.. The group only grew more fiesty.*

[Fate]

*Kozlov listens to the radio broadcasts going back and forth, he sits infront of a fire, casually skinning a dead deer. He shakes his head as he hears the conversations.. He pushes down the PTT button eventually and responds.*

"Listen here lads.. We're not after half of Chernarus to want us dead. Excuse my comrades and their big mouths. Yes, we fucked up, we robbed the wrong group, and yes, we have our beliefs, we don't want government, we've experienced corruption and oppression first hand.. But fucking hell, as said, we don't need Zbor and the Legion both fucking hunting us down.. It's not a game.. We don't want society restored to it's old ways, governments, officials, corrupted greedy men who want only the best for themselves.. We believe in humanism, every man is equal.. Yes, we robbed someone, but that's survival.. But when you've got everything you need and you strive to take more.. When you use other human beings as slaves.. That's when we say fucking no.. I remember growing up in Kamenka, the police would beat my people, my mother was fucking murdered by the Chedaki... The CDF didn't fucking care, they just followed orders from the top dogs, the top-dogs only wanted what would benefit themselves...

We're not asking for a war, we're not asking for enemies, nor violence.. Yes we've made mistakes, as has everyone, but come on now, it's hilarious. Both groups could wipe us out easily, and you all know it...

Miya, Bennie, both of you, stay off the radio and keep your heads down, this is not the time to open your mouths. We need to get out of this sudden light. If you continue to talk shit over the radio, expect us all dead within the next week.. Use your brains here."

*Kozlov sighs and drops his radio, his little separation from the group up north seemed to have not worked.. The group only grew more fiesty.*

*I hold my radio tightly as I hear his voice,*

Where the hell are you!? The whole lot of us are still fucking WAITING!

*I slam down the radio in frustration*

[iparodyall]

*Bennie sitting on the floor of the abandoned dusty house pulls out his Radio and tape player out then rustles around for some music. Pressing the PTT button on his radio and begins transmitting on all frequincies*

"Hello all This is Bennie Greh transmitting on all frequencies. For all those that are tired of being held up all the time and being robbed by these so called wanabe Government Groups and other Bandits, I have compsed a couple songs. I Am Part of this Group called "The Insurgents" And we are looking for survivors that would like to join us in our travels."

*Bennie gets the song ready in his tape player and starts the first song*

                                                                                   [mp3]http://puu.sh/lg2pp/40d36cb69a.mp3[/mp3]

*Bennie takes out the tape and pushes the PPT*

"As for these wanabe "Political Groups". This next one is for you. You know who you are."

                                                                                 

                                                                                  [mp3]http://puu.sh/lg5sW/1b33e534c8.mp3[/mp3]

                                                                                 

*Bennie lets go of the PPT and Smiles a little before pushing the PTT again*

"Today was a good day." *Mutters under his breathe* "Fucking French."

*Bennie lets go of the PTT and ends the transmission.*

                                                      

 Johnny Jones pulls out his radio and screams into the backside of the radio for several minutes before he realizes his mistake, he corrects the radio and yells

"I USED TO BE A HERO!, TILL MY MEMORIES WERE GONE, TILL MY PAPER IS WET"

"WHY WRITE DOWN MEMORIES?" "FUCK YOUR MUSIC ANYWAY"

"I JUST NEEDED SOMETHING! CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT"

*coughs repeatedly*

"Hey, do you know where my brain went captain?"

"fuckin russia!"

*laughs*

"did i ever make up for my mistakes? could you tell me that roger?"

"OR HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN TOO!"

"i likes the music jerry, it brings comfort in my time of BURNING PAIN"

Johnny sees a snake and puts it into his pocket then forgets about his radio broadcast

*pets the snake as it repeatedly bites him*

"i like your kisses kitty, they are beyond my concept of beauty"