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    [mp3]http://puu.sh/naVsK/401c070d31.mp3[/mp3] Lore: Sunnyvale used to be a nice, peaceful little trailer park up in Nova Scotia. For the most part, the people who lived there were honest, hard-working people. But every community has a few bad shit-seeds. In Sunnyvale, these shit-seeds were known as Ricky, Julian, and Bubbles. Spending most of their time doing petty crimes and growing dope, and the rest of it in jail, life was relatively easy for these simple-minded criminals. That was, until the shit-infection hit. One day when Bubbles was working on his carts, he saw them. Hundreds of fucking infected, walking straight towards Sunnyvale. In a fit of panick, he told them to frig off, but it had no effect. Not knowing what the fuck to do, he ran over to Julian's trailer. Julian had been his best friend all his life, and always had a way of coming up with a plan. "Julian! They're coming! The zombie-cocksuckers are coming!" Bubbles shouted in despair as he entered the trailer, shit-zombies in his heels. Julian and Ricky were in the kitchen, smoking some dope by the use of a hot plate and knives. Years and years of smoking had improved their ability to function while on dope, so they immediately dropped the hash and got to work. With Bubs doing his best to keep most of them from coming in the door, Ricky and Julian kept killing them one by one as they slipped inside. "Fuck!" Ricky yelled, as his knife got stuck in one of them. "There's too many of them, boys! Let's make like a tree, and fuck off!" And so they grabbed their hash and ran for the back of the trailer, smashed a window to get out, and ran down the street. As they were escaping they saw Lahey and Randy on top of their trailer, surrounded by shit-fected. Lahey was chugging bottle after bottle of vodka, throwing the empty bottles down at the infected. Randy was desperately fighting them off with a garden hose and a spatula, with little-to-no success. "Boys! Help us!" Randy shouted down at them as they ran past. "Go eat a fucking cheeseburger, you fat fucking walrus!" Ricky shouted back as he ran for his life. "No Ricky, we gotta help them!" Julian said. "Think about it! They'll owe us big-time!" "Oh fucks sakes .. Fine!" "Okay boys, I got a plan, follow me .." And so, through some serious fuckery and dumbassery including (but not limited to) a van, 10 blowtorches, Cory and Trevor, and an intricate formation of shopping carts, they rescued the drunken supervisor and the cheeseburger walrus. The winds of shit eventually calmed down, and for now they are safe, and ready to rebuild the park. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Two days later, in Lahey's trailer .. "I can't believe I'm running out of burgers, Mr. Lahey." Randy said, chewing on his last cheeseburger rations. "Maybe I should ask Julian if he can get me some more." Mr. Lahey had another sip from his bottle, and looked at Randy with a smug look on his face. "Those idiots have loaded up a hair trigger double barrel shit machine gun, and the barrel's pointed straight at their own heads. We're taking this place back, Randy." "What do you mean, Mr. Lahey?" "We're sending them to the shit-abyss. Sunnyvale belongs to us, Randy. We have to get rid of them." Randy hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering between Lahey and his almost empty bottle. "Is this you or the liqour talking, Mr. Lahey?" "Randy ..." The Boys: Julian Julian was born sometime around 1972. For the first years of his life, Julian lived with his father. He was abusive to Julian, once getting drunk and forcing Julian, at age 5, to shoot his dog with a revolver after he peed on the rug. He would later abandon Julian when he was 6, and Julian lived with his grandmother afterwards. Julian has always been the brains of the operation, no matter how petty the crime. He is in charge, and everyone knows it. He's the one who gets things done, the protector of the park residents, and the go-to-guy for problem solving. Ricky Ricky is a dope-growing expert, but otherwise a complete moron. He lives in a car in Julian's driveway, where he grows pot, and gets drunk on a daily basis. Ricky is known to have been shot multiple times, and survive other disasters that would normally be fatal, such as being electrocuted or being inside a trailer when it blew up and suffering a near fatal heart attack. Bubbles Not much is known about Bubbles, except that he works on fixing shopping carts, and he loves kitties and Rush. Because Julian was tasked to look after him during his childhood, Bubbles usually resides in a shed on whatever lot Julian is currently occupying. These sheds contain all the items he needs, including lavatory and cooking facilities. Jim Lahey Jim Lahey is the park supervisor, and so he's always putting sticks in the shit-wheels for the boys when they're up to something. He used to be a police officer. In October of 1977 however, he was thrown off the force for reasons related to being under the influence of alcohol on the job. Lahey is known for rehearsing a lot of plays for the Blandford Recreation Centre, mainly with Randy. Randy Randy lives with Jim Lahey most of the time, in the supervisor's trailer. He takes pride in being the assistant park supervisor, but he has a dark past. Before he got the job and moved in with Lahey, he used to be known as "Smokey" the male prostitute. He'd do anything for a cheeseburger. Randy is also known for being able to eat fifteen cheeseburgers in one sitting, and has apparently done so on multiple occasions. Goals: - Rebuild and fortify Sunnyvale - Protect the park residents - Establish a new dope-growing operation [align=left]Recruitment is strictly IC, unless you bribe us with dope or cheeseburgers. [align=left]Disclaimer: This thread is a joke. If you don't get that, I feel bad for you.
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    [mp3]http://puu.sh/oZTxw/05c33dba67.mp3[/mp3] “Twinkle...twinkle little star…..how I wonder what you are...up above the world so high...like a diamond in the sky...” Her voice was soft as she sang to herself, in her tiny room. Sitting in the corner next to the window, her favorite stuffed kitten in her lap. Her small hands covering her ears, blocking out the yelling that was going on in the other room. The only way she could do that, was when she was singing. It helped a lot, more than anything. Along with Miss Buttercup, everything would be fine. They yelled for a while about things Lilly didn’t really understand, things that didn’t make sense. She would hear small things, through the pauses of the songs she would sing. “IF YOU WOULD STOP DRINKING! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!” Mom would yell, and sometimes she could hear things being thrown against the wall of her room. “WELL IF YOU WEREN'T SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE ELSE! I WOULDN'T HAVE TO DRINK!” Dad would yell at mom, it was never ending at night sometimes. Lilly preferred when mom was not home at night, it was quiet at least. Dad would be sad...but Lilly was ok at making him smile a little on those nights. Depending how much he had to drink, out of those bottles that often littered the floor by the TV. The nights where he had more than ten around the TV, is when she hid in her room playing with her toys. Knowing that dad wouldn’t want to talk to her, he would yell at her instead. “Twinkle….twinkle little star..how I-” Suddenly her body was jerked up from where she was sitting in her corner. Her arm grabbed tightly in her mother's hand, as she began to drag her out of her room. Thankfully, she had Buttercup with her. It helped, as she held the small stuffed black cat to her chest. This was different, usually they would yell and mom would just leave. Then Lilly could finally go back to sleep, and disappear into her happy place. “Lilly come on we are leaving, you are never...ever going to see your dad again!” Lilly felt her body tense, as she shook her head. “But mommy…” Suddenly her other arm was grabbed making her drop her stuffed cat, which fell to the floor. Her dad holding tightly to Lilly’s other arm. “Don't you dare take Lilly from me you bitch!” He tugged and Lilly winced as she felt he limb’s stretch. “Don't tell me I cant take my daughter with me! She likes me more anyway you asshole!” Her mother tugged, and Lilly cried out softly at the pain that swept through her arms each time. “Mommy….daddy...your hurting me…” Lilly said softly, too soft for them to hear though. “SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU! YOU ARE NEVER HERE TO DO ANYTHING FOR HER ANYWAY!” They continued bickering, yelling at each other. Pulling and screaming, unaware of the pain they were forcing on their child. Both physical and mental, until something happened. With a sickening loud pop, and a loud pitched scream of pain. As her shoulder was pulled out of its socket…. Lilly bolted up right with a scream of her own, not the three year old. This was Lilly now...in the present day. Laying in a abandoned bed, with no sheets to use for heat. Simply using any jackets she could find at the time, with a few rays of light shining through the broken window panes. Tears leaking down her cheeks, her shoulder feeling a little tingly. As if feeling what happened still, but it was just a dream right? “Shhh….Lilly its ok...I am here for you. Always, when no one else is darling. Me and you...always alone, but we are not really are we?” This sensual voice echoed in her head. Making Lilly nod as she looked around, no one around as usual...no one… “Let me help Lilly….help to forget." With that Lilly nodded, “Help me forget..” Darkness took her mind and the memories that quickly faded into nothing. Nothing...it felt peaceful…this darkness… Siren stretched her arms above her head, with a wicked smile on her lips. Her fingers clipping on her deep blood red helmet. Happy to face the oncoming day.
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    Your neighborly entertainment providers! fun: /fən/ n. enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure There's no excuse to be bored. Sad, yes. Angry, yes. Depressed, yes. Crazy, yes. But there's no excuse for boredom, ever.-Viggo Mortensen Mia Moore is a woman of a long and sticky past filled with loss and torture. To date Mia has been: married at gunpoint 3 times, has had multiple forced boyfriends, had a finger cut off, been fed chemicals, stabbed, shot, scarred, beaten, hit with many things including pipes, kicked in the head, knocked out, forced into slavery, had things nailed through her hand, bones broken, had her blood drained almost killing her, been kidnapped, parts of her eaten, had to eat human meat, been forced to crawl in dirt and beg for her life, watched nearly all her friends die, disappear, or turn on her which has happened more times than she could count, and perhaps most appalling someone decided to spit on her and rub dirt on her face. All of this led to Mia eventually try to commit suicide but luckily enough it failed the couple times she tried. No longer trying to give up on life because she couldn’t even do that right Mia scarred herself, faked her death, and ran away up North where she led a group of very private and secretive men. Mia had always been a follower and no idea how to be the fearless leader they wanted and needed. They always turned to her for supplies, guidance, and most importantly plans for the day. By now everyone was so dependent on electronics, such as the computer or phones with the internet it was hard to cope with the loss. There were no malls, amusement parks, movie theaters, restaurants, television shows, concerts, etc. And boredom was a bigger threat now that there was no work or school to eat away at part of the day, hours felt like forever and there was no escape to way to help it go faster. Mia noticed boredom was destructive in her people. If she kept them preoccupied they were less likely to talk about or actually rob someone. She knew one thing: boredom led to destructive behavior. Fun should never be underestimated. Instead of running around cutting people up or shooting their guns because they were bored, Mia gave them fun alternatives. And that’s when it hit her. If people weren’t sitting around all day with their weapons and nothing to do perhaps they’d be less likely to exhibit violent and destructive behavior towards each other. While hard labor worked with the boys it often tired them out and made them complain a ton. But playing games or sharing stories was enough to distract them and actually make time fly. More times than Mia could count they’d go on a fishing trip or play some schoolyard games and it’d be nighttime in a blink of an eye. If she could provide fun for everyone perhaps she’d be able to distract people from their violent urges and even bring people together. But of course Mia was in hiding and couldn’t just put herself at risk so she just kinda gave up on the idea of widespread games and kept her men occupied. Eventually people realized Mia was alive and up north so she left her new family and ran so they wouldn’t be put in harm’s way. Mia’s enemies were always the type willing to take anyone around Mia down to get to her and she wasn’t willing to put them at risk. After what seemed like ages hiding away alone Mia resurfaced and headed South to see what was going on. She continues lying about her name for a bit until someone recognized her and punished her for lying. Mia left the lies behind after that and once again was Mia Moore. That’s when Mia met Eli, her current husband. At first Mia thought she’d never see him again and it didn’t matter that she agreed to marry him. But oddly enough she was wrong and she and Eli really hit it off. They decided to have a second wedding with a big party, something that Mia always loved planning. Once she threw a huge party down south for her best friend because he wanted one and over forty people showed up. There were drinks, live music, food, and of course tons of happy peaceful people and Mia was so proud. Eli gave her a new found meaning in her life. Mia was happy, had someone to care about, and someone who wanted her. And surprisingly enough no one was really hunting her! But just because the violence wasn’t directed at her didn’t mean that there wasn’t violence directed at others. Every day Mia was running into people who were robbed, tortured, sold into slavery, or other horrific things Mia could sympathize with. The violence was sadly still widespread and a result of bored people with guns. Eli and Mia were always looking for something to do and often enough people would tag along for the ride. They’d go fishing, play marco polo in a lake, hunt, visit castles, have races, and sometimes even have little competitions. Everyone always seemed to enjoy their time with the two and sometimes even came back for more. Mia knew everyone underestimated what having a distraction could do but she was determined to show them. Why share her adventures with just a couple people when she could invite everyone? The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom.-Arthur Schopenhauer Provide multiple fun events per month for the public Recruit staff to run events Gather necessary supplies for the events Form new game ideas Advertise events and form relations with other groups Provide entertainment to bored survivors we meet on the road Bring survivors together, especially with tense relations, and create friendships Encourage the more violent survivors to attend events Be available for hire for private events Decrease amount of violence in Chernarus What are you going to do if it's the end of the world? You better go out having fun instead of stressing about it.-Kirsten Dunst CEO: Mia Moore Security: Medical Staff: Advertiser: Recruitment Officer: Public Relations Manager: Secretary: Innovator: Referee: Organizer: Supplier: Food Staff: Other: It's the boredom that kills you. You read until you're tired of that. You do crossword puzzles until you're tired of that. This is torture. This is mental torture.-Jack Kevorkian Mia's Bachelorette Party The Wedding of Eli Smith and Mia Moore Idle people are often bored and bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel. It is not accident that boredom and cruelty are great preoccupations in our time.-Renata Adler Never, ever underestimate the importance of having fun.-Randy Pausch Are you bored with your day to day business? Want something to do? Are people always calling you fun? Or perhaps you are always coming up with ideas of things to do? If so CFFC may be the place for you! We are looking for like minded, friendly, creative, fun individuals to help run events to help keep the population of Chernarus entertained. People skills not the best but you can cook, shoot a gun well, or provide health care? Don’t worry we’re interested in hiring you too! After all, large events do need people working behind the scenes. Please contact me via PM or find us IG and express interest in joining! [align=left] IG name: Wanted position: Background: Personality: If you came across a random group of two survivors who were trying to figure out something to do what would you do? Please describe in detail: Even though you're growing up, you should never stop having fun.-Nina Dobrev CFFC is a group based around the idea of gathering a group of people responsible for gathering supplies, planning, and running an event on the servers. Ideally there’d be a minimum of one event per week sometimes more.There will be preplanned events as well as pop up events announced over the radio. While the events may be smaller, like a few games of hide and go seek, hopefully it’ll bring survivors together to a common place to chat and have fun! Most events will have prizes as an additional incentive to join in on the fun. To ensure that we are not just sitting around all week waiting for the event to happen we will be actively advertising, gathering supplies, but perhaps most fun be available to entertain during our days off! If you run into CFFC staff feel free to ask us for something to do! We aim to stay neutral and will not blacklist guests from events unless they have previously broken one of our rules at an event. Also we will be for hire to help plan your own events such as weddings, parties, and any other private event you’d like to run. We've come up with unique ways to play games IC using the mechanics provided as well as outside sources such as random number generators so we highly suggest stopping by to play some of the games! Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.-Soren Kierkegaard Have an event idea? Have you ran into us recently? Feel free to PM me with either form to let us know what you’d like to see from us or how our recent RP with you was! [align=left] Event Name: Idea: Rules: Needed Supplies: Event Name: IG Name: Staff you met: Brief description of even: Feedback: How could we improve: //still a large wip! Some graphics to redo/need to be done! Plus some other stuff I need to change!
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    Right, well, I've come up against this IG so many times I thought I'd make a post about it. It's concerning gamma goggles, or more precisely, other people telling me to turn off my lights because it's blinding them. I choose not to turn my gamma right up for many reasons. Foremost among them being the fact that this is an RP server. I get it that pointing a headlamp right in someone's face is a dick move, as it is in real life, but I get told to turn it off constantly when I'm searching and there's other people around. I also get the being stealthy thing too but, here's a hint, if you want to remain hidden don't come over to the guy that's lit up. - That's HIS problem (and he already knows and accepts this, he doesn't need you to point out the bloody obvious) It's literally impossible to see when I'm inside houses, in shadowed areas or forests. I don't really mind it if it's for a good reason, someone saying 'You'll draw the zombies in' or something but it's hardly ever like that. It mostly goes the same, Them: 'Turn off that fucking light you idiot' Me: 'But I can't see without it' Them 'What are you talking about, I can see perfectly fine' Me: *sigh* I mean, whatever, but I just don't think it's fair to mess with the RP of those who choose not to do that. It really just feels like I'd be cheating myself out of the full experience if I was to bump the gamma up to avoid stuff and see everything fine. So, to all you responsible: I refuse to change the way I play the game just because of your gamma goggles. Play the game how you want, just don't give me a hard time for playing it how I want. -rant over-
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    [video=youtube]https://youtu.be/E2UpdSf6g8U (Eddie does basic training) - Takes no prisoners.
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    This might help buddy: http://www.dayzrp.com/t-How-to-fix-BattlEye-Client-Not-Responding-error?highlight=how+to+fix However mine has done it before and after a couple of restarts it sorted itself out.
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    I didn't change it I just answered more detailed questions that were asked of my. Originally I was asked for my pov of what happened, I wrote what happened but I didn't think it would be necessary to bring up the trading. In the first pov I did I still had medical supplies as a priority as well as gear which as I know gear is ammo, guns, equipment. Also I will let the administration decide now and I will only answer questions asked by them. I'm sorry if it seems confusing.
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    Hello, I do apologize for the leakage into the game with the term of the N word. I went to switch keys so no I would no longer overstep my bounds. I see that the term "Shut up fam" is being brought up multiple times. Fam is a sort of East Coast slang which is similar to saying "cuz" or "bro". I was trying to fit into my characters personality in the form of joke. I do believe that it was NVFL because a decision was made to run. Leaving the two friends, he then decided to come back while his friends were unarmed making it into a 1 v 3. Yes the fight went into his favor but he had no knowledge he would win the fight prior too the engage he did. The gearRP aspect is alittle fuzzy in my opinion. The whole point of robbing players is to obtain their loot or gear. We chose to rob them thus resulting in items obtained.
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    You say it cuts all RP that can happen yet wouldn't getting shot by someone in the back cut the RP more? I think its safe to say that I will be running my hostages a decent distance away regardless and I wouldn't expect anything different if I was an hostage.
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    pov: that was me sorry, was using jedimind tricks because thats in my background story. I learned that in the navy seal school when i was only 8 years old because i was the top of my class. I need to practise, even tho i am stuck on this island because my plane crashed in the cherno hotel and I'm the only survivor.
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    Ronald was seen as an invalid RP name because you need a surname too.
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    Is there any video evidence of the situation? Please post it now raw and unedited.
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    Welcome to the community! Enjoy your stay.
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    Have fun ingame and welcome to DayZRP
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    Hope you enjoy your stay Murf, you have any questions feel free to ask myself or a Community Helper. Have fun.
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    May I ask why you think so? It's been a year into the apocalypse. There's people resetting up governments and running a school. a LARGE chuck of the time I run into players they're just kinda walking from town to town mentioning how they're bored. I've technically been playing Mia as if she kinda was running this group. She's been planning for the wedding and party and random survivors she's bumped into she's taken on adventures. Such as fishing trips or visiting special places on the map. We've also played Rock Paper Scissors, hide and go seek, had races, etc. I'm not sure it's completely unrealistic to think that a year in with nothing to do people would eventually try to figure out SOMETHING to do. Right now for a lot of people it's wander and complain ooc that nothing is going on. Basically we'd just bump into bored survivors and offer to play some games, tell some jokes, and then go on our way. On top of that we'd run events weekly that could range from simple things like scavenger hunts to archery contests. All of which easily can be done within the dayz world because the items are there. We're not going to be going around claiming we can get tv to work or blasting music ig or anything, just offering games you would play outside as a kid or taking people cool places because they have nothing better to do. They obviously won't be running around all day just playing games as they still need to survive. I deal with infected, robberies, etc. and do play cautiously so I wouldn't be running around asking everyone if they want to play tag! There's a time and a place for stress outlets and those times we'd have security to clear the area of infected and patrol the area after to ensure safety of the guests. No body likes to be bored and would eventually at least I think come up with SOME ways to escape that boredom especially if it's in a contained and protected area and a year has passed.
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    Oh my where to begin. Well To start- yes a drama class...I am part of group called Alcyone which goals are as follows Hosting classes allows to spread knowledge and wisdom in one of the widest formats possible: through oral tradition. Drama is a skill that is an important part of human history, and our aim is to retrieve such knowledge, and share such knowledge to prepare for the potential day decades and decades from now when such knowledge isn't common anymore. To rebuild society- culture is an important part of it. This class: hosted by Alcyone has the goals to spread knowledge - check. Preserve & Protect Knowledge - Check. And Sharing the Knowledge - Check. This event passes our IC group goals of knowledge and allows a format that allows creative RP to flourish along with involving a variety of groups such as The Reform Club, LIFE (According To Cookie But Not Sure), ZBOR (Since it is being hosted in their gymnasium and we are preserving Chernarussian history and literature. Which in fact - allows people to create traditions and history that can be added to the book of Chernarus that is the server wide lore from a variety of different categories. How this event does not make sense actually bewilders me as it influences and allows our group goals to flourish, allows us to interact with other groups, and supports the server wide and the creation of RP. And the title *Eventmaster* is nothing more than "Creating Community Events" if you hover over the title. It doesn't make me some all knowing event overlord nor is it a staff position. I have received good feedback on the event so far - and myself and a variety of groups are excited for the event. Anyone can host events - if you have an event that you would like to host...than do it. Thank you for the "Constructive Criticism"
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    "Who needs forum games when we have the quote wall?" Donny Buscemi, 2k16
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    [video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wga5A6R9BJg
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    Hey all, HarlemMilkShake here with something to help out new players and people like me who cant remember the damn interaction keys if their life depended on it. I've quickly throw together a little print out that lists all the default interaction/emote keys. I've also included a .PSD file for others who have the unlisted emotes bound to a key (i.e Heart, Salute, and Relax). Hope someone finds this useful! Link to Print Out: http://imgur.com/ZdsgEqe Link to .PSD Download (In case you need to add other keys): https://www.mediafire.com/?kkvs4dsaemxr2u5
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