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    After the one of the latest report verdicts, I honestly have a worry for how NVFL is viewed in this community. It's certainly not the first time that I've had this thought, but I've never really had a need to bring it to public, and honestly there probably isn't a complete need to bring it to public now, but I'd like some other opinions from the community on the subject rather than just going and talking to staff about my worries. There is a part of me that just doesn't think that I'm the only one who feels this way about NVFL. To get this out of the way, here is the tip of the iceberg for me: http://www.dayzrp.com/t-S1-NVFL--77243?pid=1334925#pid1334925 Another thing to mention, yes I know that this verdict involves a member of my group and yes I know that there is a ban appeal and that the initial decision can still change and no this is not an attack on the Matchmakers nor the Irish for that matter. There have been other situations similar to the report mentioned above that drive me just as crazy. Currently, as the verdict states Kenji's actions could be described as a "get out of jail free card". I could think of numerous people in this same exact situation, including myself, that would have acted in generally the same way as he did in that situation. I know for a fact that it wouldn't take ~10 minutes for my character to break down to that kind of a level to potentially crawl around on the ground for the people before him. Would my character break after a lot of RP and breaking him down? Yeah, very likely, but no one should expect everyone to do that without having the work at it, not everyone should be expected to have their characters about as soft as some tissue paper; everyone's characters are different and everyone's characters react differently to certain situations. I guess what I'm really trying to get at is that words, about 80-90% of the time, should never result in your death. Killing someone like that completely halts RP and those "opportunities" that were mentioned in the same verdict are also halted. You will never get to know if his character would have broken because you simply didn't put in the effort to really see that side of the character. Of course, this doesn't just apply to Kenji, it applies to everyone. Having the ability to kill someone over something so trivial just rubs me the wrong way. So should everyone at this point just change their characters to be pushovers? Should I expect to be killed over the littlest of inconveniences? I would think that the answer is no, but at this point I'm not entirely sure.
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    Shamrock Blues - an Irish Saga Chapter 1: Grandfather Y'know those lonely, brisk nights, when ya got nothing but your thoughts to keep ya company? You start thinking back to the days before everything went to shit, back to your life before everything changed. Memories, images of friends and family, precious things that seem to keep you sane. It becomes a rigorous routine, remembering these things, just to keep them from slipping away, from fading into the ether, like embers from a dying campfire. Aye, many of us might not admit to doing it, but we all do. Ya might not spend a whole lot of time reminiscing, and you might despise looking back on things. But regardless, you do look back. I'll often be brought back to my childhood, simpler days, when it seemed much easier to find happiness. I'll start thinking about my grandfather, that mixed scent of brandy and cinnamon will start tickling my nostrils, and I can start to feel his hand gently caressing my shoulder, warm and comforting. He was the nicest, most selfless man I had ever met, and I near worshiped his image . "Don't tell your brothers and your sister, but you were always my favorite Parker.." That one always got me, brought the stupidest grin to my lips. I remember the Irish countryside, just outside of Dublin, and how it seemed to almost perfectly frame that little cottage of his. That simplistic, condition-less beauty, never failed to amaze me. It was especially grand to a child of my age, so damned curious about the world, impressed and bewildered by nearly every detail. Occasionally, he'd catch me swooning over the scenery, and wouldn't be able to keep himself from smiling. He'd take me inside his cottage, partial and modest in every sense of the word, yet utterly cozy and charming. We had this sort of tradition whenever I came to visit, where he'd start brewing some of his mint tea, using a recipe he had learned from his aunt. While the tea was brewing, we'd shuffle on over to this row of racks, which held dozens and dozens of hats and caps, a veritable gallery of head wear. As my grandfather had explained it to me, it was a collection that he had started with his father, that was then shared with my own old man. Now, I was lucky enough to be the heir to the Conolly hat collection tradition. I'd point out a specific hat, and without even thinking, he'd be able to rattle off an intriguing tale about where he had found it, and what it mean't to him. Every single hat was special, and every hat had a story. One I remember the most, was this old, dusty brown fedora, and I never hesitated to point it out. "Oh, that's one of my favorites. A few weeks after we made it into France, we took leave in a town we had liberated a week earlier. The people there were wholly grateful, they'd reach out and shake our hands as we passed by, shower us in thanks and gifts. This old shoe cobbler came up to me one evening, didn't say a word, but with a smile on his face, took the hat from his head, and carefully handed it to me, before patting my shoulder. It mean't more to me than any aged bottle of wine or basket of goodies, more than any amount of money." Now that I think about it, I'm starting to wonder if the hats were some metaphor, that my grandfather hoped I would understand in my adult years.. We'd hear the tea pot shrieking, and he'd proceed to fetch us a couple of cups. It was always so perfectly warm, not scorching hot, but not mildly heated either. As we sipped on our tea, my grandfather would take a moment to decide on a story, before proceeding to tell it. In my early childhood, it'd always be something simple, like things he had experienced when he was a boy, or mild adventures during his time in the British army. But as I got older, the tales got longer, and darker, and stories of exploring old caves turned to stories of storming the beaches of Normandy, and of the horrors he had seen fighting for Irish independence. Aye, he told me about the Troubles, a time when chaos and turbulence shook Northern Ireland, about seeing friends and relatives gunned down in the streets or in alleyways. He told about how much shock and rage filled his heart with each bloodied corpse, about the malice he had developed for the Brits, who he had fought for only decades prior. He told me about when he was integrated into the IRA, when everyday was spent working for the cause, fighting for the only righteous thing he knew of. Then he'd explain how much he regretted it. There was always this expression of pain and hollowed guilt painted across his wrinkled features, an image I've come to recognize well. My old man, a die hard nationalist and IRA sympathizer, didn't even rarely speak to my grandfather. And now, I understand exactly why. Grandfather would always have some lesson imbued in these tales of his, some warning too complex for me to understand at the time. He was truly selfless, sacrificing the peace of burying memories, just to try and steer me away from the same mistakes he had made. When people ask me about my life before Chernarus, I'm always purposefully ambiguous, because I can't bear the pain and shame of the things I did, in the name of a cause that had caused my family so much pain. But my grandfather was different. He wanted me to know about the things he saw and did, because he hoped telling me would be enough to keep his grandson from trouble. God damn me for not listening.. Now I'm standing in the middle of a dark forest, in a foreign land, thousands and thousands of miles away from Ireland. But it's only now, I truly understand my grandfather's words. Maybe I'm here because I had refused to listen to. Because I took up a cause that he had damned in his last few years. Maybe, Chernarus, the infection, all of this pain, is a punishment. Everyone I see nowadays, grimy and tired.. they have the same look about them. The same look my grandfather had when telling his stories. Suppressed pain, buried misery. Aye.. we are all the same, aren't we? Serving out our punishment, for sins committed in the days before the infection. The last thing my grandfather said to me, just a week before his old age took him, went something like this: "We all make mistakes Parker. Everyone sees misery in their lifetime. We go through life, bearing this pain and hardship. But it's the good things in life that keep us going. For me, it's our family. It's your brothers and sister. It's you. One day, you'll understand. I love you my boy.." I love you too, grandfather.
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    :: Jitka slowly wakes up in his appartment in Chernogorsk, he streches his arms out as he leans himself upwoulds out of bed. Yawning profoundly and snorting himself from the cold he has, he gets out of bed slowly and heads outside onto the floors balcony. :: Reaching softly into his pocket, he takes out a ciggerate and lights it while grabbing his radio from his pocket, mumbling out in chernarussian to his brothers to morning news* I'm telling you Emile! :: Shouts Jitka down the Radio :: He's fucking black! Listen to freaking logic, the accent...the voice...Hell! Even his name is schwarzenegger... It means fucking Black in german! I am telling you...and I don't care if you keep telling me he is white. Arnold is as black as any piece of shit I have ever seen Bratr.. :: He takes a huge puff from the ciggerate, watching over the balcony as he leans over it, watching as the sun rises in the distance :: I don't care what Xaver....or Karel has to say either... With age comes experiece and I have never been wrong with these types of things. Remember that black asshole who pretended to be white in prison? He fucking fooled you like last time...until you saw his cock in the shower you pervet. I am calling for a proper vote here... I am telling you, he is black...and you need to stop lying to yourself, listen to me because I am older than you Bratr! :: Chuckles as he finishes the last bit of his ciggerate, and throws it over the edge, watching it fall to the pavement below as he stops transmitting to his bratr's ::
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    You should have the game running in windowed mode for best results. Note that there is no 'maximize' function on the windowed version of DayZ, and you will have to manually click and drag the corners to fit your entire screen or area you desire. Once you ensure the game is running in the title screen, minimize and switch to OBS, where you can right click on the 'source' area of the OBS program and select to Add->Window Capture. Enter a name for it, such as 'DayZRP', and click 'OK'. http://puu.sh/my68o/24a6a79b2f.png[/img] Now, you can choose to select which window you would like to capture from. Select the one that shows DayZ "C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\steamapps\common\DayZ\DayZ.exe" or something similar, depending on which version of windows you are running and what your installation location is. http://puu.sh/my6bc/1600371a00.png[/img] Tick the bubble just below that drop bow which says 'Inner Window". Doing this will allow you to edit the area inside the window which you would like to capture, which can be done by ticking the 'Sub Region' box, and clicking 'Select Region', in case you want to block out your hot bar (which isn't so much of a problem since you can always use the '~/`' key in game to manually remove your hot bar from the screen. It will, however, typically pop back up on it's own every time you hit tab, with the current (unsure about the new one) UI. (Don't pay specific attention to my resolution under Sub Region, as your screen resolution may be different) http://puu.sh/my6cL/0bdf25a084.png[/img] Then, skip everything and go to the bottom left corner of this window and click on 'Set Base Resolution'. From there, I recommend selecting the resolution of your window (which would be the resolution of your screen, if your enlarge the window to the max area available), to ensure that the edited inner window area is fully captured, which would otherwise result in the program trimming your recording area to a smaller, or larger resolution, depending on the offset. Once you are done, click 'OK', and ensure that the only source ticked is the one you've just created. If you would like further assistance setting up OBS, please feel free to PM me, find me in TS (As DustinRay has offered), or ask about it here. This should work for you, as I experienced the same issue when I setup my OBS program to record DayZ the first time I tried using it.
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    Its shortly after midnight when a signal goes out over the airways. It broadcasts for three minutes and twenty one seconds and the signal then dies. The following is all the broadcast was, a simple and short song. [video=youtube]
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    Nostalrius 4 lyfe. Vanilla 4 lyfe. WF totem strong
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    Alright, so this is what I've tried so far. I went IG, tested both my microphones multiple times by holding in the button, and double-tapping it. While doing this, I had to unplug each of the microphones, so the game only registeres the one I want to use. I then closed the game and verified the game cache, and did the same test again. The VOIP-logo still sticks when I double-tap it, but no sound is going through. When I hold it however, it works. Thank you for your suggestions so far, sadly they don't work... Other suggestions welcomed!
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    Go to Adblock preferences. You should see something like this: Right click this and update it. Try the same link again and see if it works.
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    You won't at this rate It's just like the good old mod days in the beginning. Spend my entire day off scavenging parts and fixing one up - get robbed almost instantly with my first load of passengers of the day, haha!
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    Huh. I just hope I am the first to see someone die by backblast.
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