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-Dodge anxiously presses the button-

"This is Delta-1, located West side of Cherno seeking trade. Anyone copy? Out."

-Dodge slips his finger off the button-

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Hollows    427

*Sergei sighs heavily upon hearing some military-like broadcast. He looks at an old, withered calendar pinned up on the wall to his old home and shakes his head. He grabs his radio and pushes down on the button to speak into it.*

"Listen here, you Call of Duty sounding fuck. Get that spec-ops militaristic sounding bullshit out of here you piece of shit. It's been damn near three years. Quit your bullshit and speak like a fucking normal human you fuckball of a gutterspout. Go trade your life for a bullet, fucking freak." 

*The nihilistic Chernarussian quits his rant and places his radio down to go back to playing with ammunition out of supreme boredom.*

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*Martin turns his radio on sighing at the man's bizarre and well known request*

"Trade, trade trade trade trade. What is it with ya people in this country ALWAYS wanting to trade? I have people walk up to me, dont even say nothin, no name no introduction just "Hey ya wanna trade?" Go and do something useful with yer time lad, two things actually. First, go find a book on how to properly fucking interact with someone, then, go find another book. The bible. Read it cover to cover. Then maybe you'll learn something. Like the idea of giving your supplies to those without any like the Lord teaches us. Or maybe... finding what you need yourself instead of pestering random people for it? Oh and by the way, never announce where you are over radio. Basic rule one. Unless you want a horde of heathen savages sprinting to your location to rob you or kill you or whatever these vermin do."

*Martin turns his radio off, muttering about how strange the people of this land are*

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-Dodge ignores past responses and waits patiently in his humble abode-

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*Willem hears the chatter coming from his radio. He unhooks it from his backpack and swipes any dust from it before speaking.*

-Pushes PTT button-

[static followed by what sounds like someone blowing into the receiver]

This is Whiskey 7, I read you loud and clear friend. Over.

What is this about trading now?

I might be able to help if I know what you are looking for.

Otherwise I don't see the need to travel.

Specially since I'm not even sure where this...what did you say Cherno is.

I'll keep a ear out in any case.

This is Whiskey 7 signing off. Over.

-Lets go of the PTT button-

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*Vlad picks up his radio and begins to transmit*

"This is a joke, huh?"

*He attempts to stop himself from laughing, as he ends his transmission*

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Mikhail picks up his radio chuckling and presses down the PTT

Delta four one ninner ninner whisky seven charlie thirty four seven alpha 

Da?

Mikhail ends his transmission with a confused look on his face

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Finn    76

-- He takes his radio out of his jacket pocket --

*He presses the Transmit button*

"Delta-1 this is Delta-2, message over..."

*He puts his hand over his mouth trying to pretend to be him*

"Alpha-2, Send over.."

*He takes his hand off his mouth*

"Delta-2 to Delta-1, can we stop with this bullshit radio procedure."

*He puts his hand over his mouth trying to pretend to be him*

"Negative, we must act like the soldiers we aren't."

*He takes his hand off his mouth*

"Ahem, Go fuck yourself... Trying to act like soldiers, cut it. You're going to get wiped out if you run around prancing around like a soldier boy."

*He releases the Transmit button*

-- He returns the Radio to his jacket pocket --

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"This is whiskey seven bravo Charlie, we read you load and clear. Ten four."

*Ollie starts historically laughing as the transmission ends*

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-begins transmission-

[static follows]

Whiskey 7 this is Delta 1.

I'm in need of .45acp ammunition and plenty of it.

I'm willing to settle for a .357 and ammunition if you don't have .45's.

I've plenty of stock in my possession including medical.

I'd give you my location but we need a new private frequency.

By the way, Cherno or Chernarus I just prefer Cherno.

Delta-1 out.

[static ends]

-cuts transmission-

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*Charles cringes as he presses down his PTT and says in a joking voice*

Roger that Delta-1, this is Charlie-7 I read you we are on route.

*Charles drop his radio and it starts to fade out to the sound of him laughing uncontrollably*

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*Euan clicks the PTT*

Did someone say...whiskey?

Seriously man, you may want to cut it out with the military talk, those ways are about dead, HOWEVER, I am willing to trade with you. I have .45 ammo and I think my friend is willing to let go of his .357 rounds for some morphine.

Also, if you want a gun for that .45 ammo I may have something you may like, just send me a private radio message and we can work something out.

Whiskey addict out

*Releases the PTT*

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-begins transmission-

[static follows]

Whiskey addict this is Dodge.

I'll cut the military talk out I'm new to this radio jumbo.

I have morphine and I found a .357 so lets settle for that ammunition.

I'll set a private frequency.

Dodge out.

[static fades]

-ends transmission-

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Phoenix    1056

-begins transmission-

[static follows]

Whiskey 7 this is Delta 1.

I'm in need of .45acp ammunition and plenty of it.

I'm willing to settle for a .357 and ammunition if you don't have .45's.

I've plenty of stock in my possession including medical.

I'd give you my location but we need a new private frequency.

By the way, Cherno or Chernarus I just prefer Cherno.

Delta-1 out.

[static ends]

-cuts transmission-

*Banks coughs violently before pushing down the button, his voice is sarcastic*

Damn dude, You really know your specific ammo types. I just called it round bullets, long bullets and pointy bullets. 

See a lot of people lately that seem to know every single type of bullet and where it was made, damn son. 

*He bursts out laughing hishysterically* 

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*Has a generic laugh like the rest of the people on the frequency because that's what cool people do these days*

I don't have anything to trade, sorry.

*Transmission ends as he thinks of just how funny everyone is*

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Skinner    439

*Hearing the military jargon and the hateful responses to it, he picks up his radio*

Well... ahem 'Delta One'...my name is Dr. West. If you'd ever consider donating those medical supplies to a worthy cause, I used up a large portion of my disposable medical equipment at The Refuge this week. I'm in need of gauze, medical splints, tongue depressors, syringes, antibiotics, painkillers, saline bags, IV kits, blood test kits, surgical tubing, and morphine.

I'm afraid I don't have much to offer you in return, certainly not any dreadful guns or the bullets that kill so many of my patients. Perhaps if you're in need of food, I believe we have a fresh crop of vegetables ripening very soon.

As I'm sure you've noticed, many of us survivors will not take kindly to your very... peculiar... way of speaking. If those are some kind of military code words then I would strongly recommend you stop using them. It will only provoke hostilities from people who have known nothing but pain and death from uniformed military personnel.

*He puts his radio into his backpack and frowns seeing how empty it is*

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