Before... [Open Frequency]

[VertexGaming]

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*Ethan lays in the bed of his old home listening to a record he found in his closet. He tries to remember the days before the world went to shit. He feels thirsty. He scrambles through his backpack trying to find his water bottle. He then notices a radio he forgot about that he found at an abandoned military base. He finds an old battery in his pantry. "Let's see if this shit works" he mumbles. He tune's it and with the record playing in the background and says.*

"I-i-i don't even know if this thing is working. But, I just wanted to take this time to talk to another human being. I am a man from the United States. I was born and raised in Dallas, Texas. My daughter moved to Chernarus with her husband. Me, my wife, and my son went two times a year to see her living a beautiful life in Cherno. But, I came at the wrong time. I've lost everything. My wife, my children, but not my hope. I keep fighting because that is what they would have wanted out of me. If you find me, my name is Ethan by the way, Ethan Lane. I will lend you whatever you may need. Food, water, clothing, I have it. I would like to talk to anyone about what you we're before all of this. What your life looked like. What you lost. And what you gained maybe? I guess if you hear this you'll reply. T-t-thank you."

*Ethan ends the transmission and takes a drink from his water bottle*

[Luckydente]

*Dente would chime in,pressing down the button on his radio*

"Hey there, names Dente. Figured I could go for some conversation, you got stuck here on vacation too?"

*He pauses, thinking of what to say next*

"I uh.. Didn't have much of a life back in america to be honest with you, I mean I was uh.. 16 when I got stuck here, that was about two years ago? Time passes pretty quickly doesn't it? Where was I.. Oh, yeah yeah. Honestly this place is well, different when home. I think i'm still a piece of shit that shouldn't be fucking alive but I also feel being here is better for me , I mean I never killed any- No, no.. I uh..I guess there was that one guy.. Goddammit.. Gonna take a break,  Uh..sorry.."

*He rushes the last couple sentences out of his mouth ending the sentence a bit awkwardly as he releases the button* 

[VertexGaming]

*Dente would chime in,pressing down the button on his radio*

"Hey there, names Dente. Figured I could go for some conversation, you got stuck here on vacation too?"

*He pauses, thinking of what to say next*

"I uh.. Didn't have much of a life back in america to be honest with you, I mean I was uh.. 16 when I got stuck here, that was about two years ago? Time passes pretty quickly doesn't it? Where was I.. Oh, yeah yeah. Honestly this place is well, different when home. I think i'm still a piece of shit that shouldn't be fucking alive but I also feel being here is better for me , I mean I never killed any- No, no.. I uh..I guess there was that one guy.. Goddammit.. Gonna take a break,  Uh..sorry.."

*He rushes the last couple sentences out of his mouth ending the sentence a bit awkwardly as he releases the button* 

*Ethan here's this and is astonished by Dente's age, pressing the talk button...*

"Only 16?? We're you a Boy Scout or something? I'm at shock that a 16 year old would know how to survive in this wasteland. I'm 45, I am way to old for this. I should be retired and chilling out in a boat at Galveston beach. But that's not the way it is. It sucks, it sure does suck. I can't handle it well either. I've only seen one person in this life. And I was too fuckin scared to talk to him. He had what looked like a military weapon or something. So I knew I had no chance with that. But Dente, I think if you we're able to survive here at the age of 16, your in pretty good shape. Don't get down on yourself kid."

*Ethan chuckles and mumbles "16 years old" and releases the button*

[Jack the Ripper]

*Ivan considers the words of the man before choosing to respond. He presses down on the transmit button and begins talking in his low, raspy voice.*

"You want to talk huh? Bout the past. What people have lost, what they've gained. Huh.... Didn't think there was anyone out there that was interested, that still thought it mattered.

People have lost a lot, gained a lot, then lost what they've gained, and it's all a vicious circle that repeats every day.

I've killed, hunted, maimed and tormented people. Is that the kind of person you want to talk to? Because let me be the first to tell you that the majority of the people out there are just like me, if not worse.

But if you really are interested then fine, let's talk."

*Ivan cuts off the transmission.*

[VertexGaming]

*Ivan considers the words of the man before choosing to respond. He presses down on the transmit button and begins talking in his low, raspy voice.*

"You want to talk huh? Bout the past. What people have lost, what they've gained. Huh.... Didn't think there was anyone out there that was interested, that still thought it mattered.

People have lost a lot, gained a lot, then lost what they've gained, and it's all a vicious circle that repeats every day.

I've killed, hunted, maimed and tormented people. Is that the kind of person you want to talk to? Because let me be the first to tell you that the majority of the people out there are just like me, if not worse.

But if you really are interested then fine, let's talk."

*Ivan cuts off the transmission.*

*Ethan hears the man and decides to respond...*

"Your right... We've all done unspeakable things, things that keep you up at night, maybe even shit you regret for the rest of your life in this hellish world. We've done it for one purpose though, to survive. It's a cruel world, it's not for everyone. I would like to talk to everyone, even you. I think inside of all of us is a piece of who we used to be. But, we have one thing in common, we are members of the human race. So, if you feel comfortable about it, please respond. I have to be honest though, someone as fierce as you will have no problem surviving in this world. Your right in the head, at least for this world."

*Ethan ends the transmission*

[Jack the Ripper]

*Ivan listens to the man talk. He lowers the radio and thinks for a while, tapping the table beside him with a finger. Eventually he decides to respond.*

"Perhaps you're right. I have no doubts that somewhere inside each person there is a part of them that clings on to their old life. For some, they want to hold on to it as much they can. For others, they tend to bury it an in attempt to become as vicious as the world around them in order to survive.

Then there are some who just.... want to forget. I've learnt that sometimes grief can be so great that even death will keep its distance. And so we are forces to forge ourselves anew. Cast aside everything we used to be.

Its so often that people forget that around the world every day, people are killed, raped, tortured and robbed, and that was before this all began. Wars have been fought since the dawn of our species, and as technology has advanced, each war has been bloodier than the last, yet nobody stops to think for a moment.... why.

Why kill over land, resource, religion? Its because we are instinctively driven to violence and possession. Society brushed it aside, because they had governmental structures to do all their dirty work for them. They had someone to blame when something "morally unjust" happened. Humans live for possession. It's always been that way, and yet we try to convince ourselves that our species has some kind of "hope" to cling on to. Hope that we can become better.

We.... can.... not.

We've had thousands of years to learn from our mistakes, and look where it finally got us.

Heh.... this is the way the world is meant to be. And those that are trying to rebuild.... Well.... what is it they say? It's considered insane to repeat the same action and expect difference results?

You though.... you seem more open minded than have the.... pig-headed degenerates I pass by every fucking day. Maybe we'll cross paths at some point. Maybe...."

*Ivan switches his radio off and leans forward in his chair, toying with his revolver.*

[VertexGaming]

*Ivan listens to the man talk. He lowers the radio and thinks for a while, tapping the table beside him with a finger. Eventually he decides to respond.*

"Perhaps you're right. I have no doubts that somewhere inside each person there is a part of them that clings on to their old life. For some, they want to hold on to it as much they can. For others, they tend to bury it an in attempt to become as vicious as the world around them in order to survive.

Then there are some who just.... want to forget. I've learnt that sometimes grief can be so great that even death will keep its distance. And so we are forces to forge ourselves anew. Cast aside everything we used to be.

Its so often that people forget that around the world every day, people are killed, raped, tortured and robbed, and that was before this all began. Wars have been fought since the dawn of our species, and as technology has advanced, each war has been bloodier than the last, yet nobody stops to think for a moment.... why.

Why kill over land, resource, religion? Its because we are instinctively driven to violence and possession. Society brushed it aside, because they had governmental structures to do all their dirty work for them. They had someone to blame when something "morally unjust" happened. Humans live for possession. It's always been that way, and yet we try to convince ourselves that our species has some kind of "hope" to cling on to. Hope that we can become better.

We.... can.... not.

We've had thousands of years to learn from our mistakes, and look where it finally got us.

Heh.... this is the way the world is meant to be. And those that are trying to rebuild.... Well.... what is it they say? It's considered insane to repeat the same action and expect difference results?

You though.... you seem more open minded than have the.... pig-headed degenerates I pass by every fucking day. Maybe we'll cross paths at some point. Maybe...."

*Ivan switches his radio off and leans forward in his chair, toying with his revolver.*

*Ethan considers the man's thought, he decides to reply*

"Yes, you are right. There is no hope for this place, and I know that too. We are all goners, the government won't save us. Not this time. Like they have done countless times before in countries across the globe. But not here. They've forgotten about us, swept us under the rug. But, I stay alive for my wife and children. I live on in honor of them. This will sound kinda cheesy, but they we're literally my everything. And to see it taken away from you in an instant is the hardest thing in the world. And the worst part is that I couldn't do anything about it. Those... Things... Killed my whole entire family.. I feel like, me living is the most I can do to honor them while there not here anymore. That is what keeps me going. If you ever think about ending it all remember this... Live because they can't."

*Ethan ends the transmission with tears going down his face*

[ItzThatcher]

**Lt M. Emmrich was sitting by his fire in the night.... alone again. He wondered idly as to how he is always ending like this sometimes. He just saved a woman from prison, probably on a hit list, wanted, and got another one of his friends into the same shit as well. He sighed deeply as he rubbed the muscles of his left side of his face that was chain sawed. He then happened to pass the channel. Adjusting his earbud in his right ear, he listens, and raises an eyebrow.

 "So... some still cling to the past, and yet live in the moment. I thought that all we were now was just mindless killers and hopeless dreamers... and then the very few of us that are the strongest who survive.... funny really...."

 he mutters to himself, thoughts that he wouldn't say to anyone else, not even Chief. He wondered if Ivan imprinted on him a little too much sometimes. Then he hears the man's voice.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear...."

He muttered again, clicking his teeth as he listen to Ivan get philosophical and reminiscent with the man. He decides that he would put some words in,

just to pass the time.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"Hello.... to the man who seems to like his past..... nice to meet you. I see you have meet my acquaintance, or at least I like to think so. I don't know what he thinks these days. It is nice to see that there is some people out here just wanting to talk, not say they will murder all of you or some shit like that... kinda relieving really...." came a voice over the radio waves, it is sort of dry sounding, but also quite young. You hear some water being consumed with difficultly, like it wasn't a sealed mouth.

"Well anyways, I do not like to talk about my past, as it brings up too many thoughts, and too many questions. What I can do is simply talk and impart knowledge I have gained, both recent and past, if you wish. Hope you can provide some.... time to little old me.... as time is a very... precious commodity these days, that and your word. Till you call again..... Lt Emmrich out."

*Releases the transmission button.*

[VertexGaming]

**Lt M. Emmrich was sitting by his fire in the night.... alone again. He wondered idly as to how he is always ending like this sometimes. He just saved a woman from prison, probably on a hit list, wanted, and got another one of his friends into the same shit as well. He sighed deeply as he rubbed the muscles of his left side of his face that was chain sawed. He then happened to pass the channel. Adjusting his earbud in his right ear, he listens, and raises an eyebrow.

 "So... some still cling to the past, and yet live in the moment. I thought that all we were now was just mindless killers and hopeless dreamers... and then the very few of us that are the strongest who survive.... funny really...."

 he mutters to himself, thoughts that he wouldn't say to anyone else, not even Chief. He wondered if Ivan imprinted on him a little too much sometimes. Then he hears the man's voice.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear...."

He muttered again, clicking his teeth as he listen to Ivan get philosophical and reminiscent with the man. He decides that he would put some words in,

just to pass the time.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"Hello.... to the man who seems to like his past..... nice to meet you. I see you have meet my acquaintance, or at least I like to think so. I don't know what he thinks these days. It is nice to see that there is some people out here just wanting to talk, not say they will murder all of you or some shit like that... kinda relieving really...." came a voice over the radio waves, it is sort of dry sounding, but also quite young. You hear some water being consumed with difficultly, like it wasn't a sealed mouth.

"Well anyways, I do not like to talk about my past, as it brings up too many thoughts, and too many questions. What I can do is simply talk and impart knowledge I have gained, both recent and past, if you wish. Hope you can provide some.... time to little old me.... as time is a very... precious commodity these days, that and your word. Till you call again..... Lt Emmrich out."

*Releases the transmission button.*

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*The song that was playing in the background ends and starts a new song*

*As Ethan here's this new voice he is excited, he presses down the talk button swiftly*

"Yes! I've learned that music helps you forget about this shit world. That's the best thing I've learned though all of this. I was lucky enough to find some records. Jimi Hendrix, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, Chuck Berry, the list goes on and on and on. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning when I found those in a record box in a home. I had to toss some valuable things away to make those fit in my bag. It was all worth it though. And yes, I would love to hear some knowledge you've gained. Thank you for talkin'"

*Ethan end's the transmission*

[Luckydente]

*Dente finally replies, holding down his radio's button*

"Sorry for being late.. I uh, had some issues with my hearing.."

*He pauses, taking a breath*

"I should go into more detail, I wasn't alone the in the beginning. Me and my grandmother, she was a hiking, fitness, spiritual kind of person. Much more fit to survive out here then I was, I kinda learned everything from her.. But she wasn't the most physically strong and.. You get the rest i'm assuming.. So uh.. I kinda just town hopped for a while until I found myself down here in the south. Err.. That was a while ago you know? I'm gonna be like.. 19 soon so.. Uh.. Hope that all works out.. Its funny though, I always hated the cold, bugs, rain, and forestry in general. I like it now."

*He cuts out*

[Jack the Ripper]

*Ivan presses down on the transmit button as he lets out a soft chuckle, though it lacks amusement, it sounds sad, sympathetic, but mostly just.... hollow.*

"Trust me pal. I've tried to end it all before. Wanted to leave this place and be with.... be with...." *He struggles with his next words* "The people I lost."

*There is a moment of silence, all that can be heard is the soft crackle of a fire.*

"I tried to end it. If we ever meet face to face you'll see that immediately. A lot of people have tried to end my life besides me, but I'm still here. And to me that means something. Has to be a reason. People don't just get lucky that many times.

Why do I keep going? It used to be because I wanted to know the reason why. That's life's greatest question, isn't it? Why. But now.... now I keep going because I am sick of people.... people.... trying fool themselves into thinking that we can be better than this."

*His next words have a touch of madness to them. His tone is mocking, as if he finds the very idea hopelessly ridiculous*

"Do.... do people actually think that we can better ourselves- WAKE UP!!!

When humanity is driven to the edge of extinction, what is it that half the people do? They rob, they kidnap, they torture, and they just.... keep.... killing...."

*Ivan takes a few breaths, calming himself.*

"We haven't learnt from our mistakes. We won't learn from our mistakes. So do you want to know why I keep going?

So that people realize how fucked up our existence is before we all.... ultimately.... die."

*Ivan places the radio down with a shuddering breath. The exposed muscles on the right side of his face twitch violently.*

[ItzThatcher]

**Lt M. Emmrich was calmly chewing on a stick, a habit he had been doing recently. He listens to the man's reply then Ivan's reply. He stops inside a bus station for a moment.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"Well, ask me what you want to know stranger who like his past, and records..... and I shall see what I can impart to you. As for my acquaintance..... you sound a lot more like you used too. The man who I knew on Green Mountain so long ago...." he said, coughing a little bit, with his throat dry. He drinks some water with a little difficultly due to missing his left cheek, but does so eventually. Breathing in, he continues

"Last time I talked with you... you seemed so lost and confused.... lost your drive as they say.... now it sounds like you've got it back. Saw your brother in black yesterday. He seems to be quite fine, also met up with those guys he rolled with for a little bit. We chatted, and then I left. Well.... anyways.... like I said... if you ever need anything..... just call....."

*Releases the transmission button.*