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    Dear Community I will have to leave Staff at this point as my priorities have changed in RL. I thought the three weeks break would give me the time to get everything done, but sadly that is not enough and I have to change my focus. It was a blast all those years and I dont regret anything. I had much fun and I got to know so many lovely people. This Community is still my home and I wont leave, since I enjoy hanging around and of course I enjoy playing and roleplaying. There are so many people I would love to thank personaly but I cannot name them all. In general, I would love to thank you all for your support, your feedback, may it be a pat on the back or criticism, for your nice words, for discussions and suggestions. Without you, you active players and members, I would have not been able to do this and without you DayZRP would be long gone. Thanks to the people I was able to work with during my time in Staff. I know your good intentions and you all work(ed) hard to keep DayZRP going. I will absolutely miss the time. Again, thank you all for your support in every way. With much love, Terra
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    I totally forgot my four years anniversary three days ago. Thank you again!
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    Over 2 years in the community and tonight was the first firefight in which I actually partook in and ultimately killed a man. WHAT HAVE I BECOME!!! HELP ME GUISE!!!
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    In memory of Wumby and Jabba Its a long day...
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    All pictures/videos of our misadventures around dayzrp will be posted on this thread. Camp Endeavor - Evidence from a report on us - Run-in to 101 - @SebbePwnYou - torture scene @AnicePenguin initiation into the group Inb4peoplestartpostingvideosofthemkillingus
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    Anyone ever use fuckin' morse code in school to cheat in tests? Like it would be like this: Question 3: How do you get banned on DayZRP? A - Post Memes B - Use explicit words C - Flame D - All of the above And you'd like, tap your pen three times, to let everyone know that you're stuck? And then who ever had the answer would tap their pen, four times to let you know that it's the forth answer? Shit was grea.t.
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    I never was or never will be a person of long texts and all that shit so I'm gonna try to keep it short. I joined this community quite a long while ago (March 2015 to be exact) and since the time I joined I've been playing here and hanging out with all the great people I met here with some breaks as well but I've always decided to come back here because I have always enjoyed all the time when I was being either In-Game or OOC having some of that good old banter with them great boys and girls from the community I am really happy for actually finding out about the community (tbh can't even remember how I found out about this place xd) through the time I spent here up to this point. I've also managed to have the chance of being part of the staff team which was I think for about 2 months if I'm not wrong. Being part of that was one hell of a great experience for me and I really did enjoy it thank you for that along with getting to know a lot of people from the staff team you guys are all great. After quite a while of not being In-Game and generally being inactive on the forums or teamspeak I've decided that I could just post this to just say thank you for everything DayZRP Community and all the people in it and to say goodbye as well since I am not sure when I will be back with all the IRL stuff coming up for me (Family, Friends, Some shitty IRL problems nobody gives a shit about and main reason is school for me currently). I've also decided to tag some people that I like or always liked here, so yeah... @Earthwalker - You man, you know your stuff from me, there is just no need to say anything here other but <3 for you. @Solo - Great person, great friend, always there to listen to my shitty problems and always trying to help...you will always have special place in my <3 @PatZ - Always liked you, and I'm happy that we are friends for long time already (basically same as Solo for you my man ^^ ) @Gowbe - You are one of the people I know the longest time in this community and all the fun times, RP experiences & banter we had together was great. Thank you @Charlie - Still thinking of my good old whitename names when I got to know you, you are a great person and I'm really happy to know you (I guess there I've got some top 5 people for me from the community and I would love to tell every single one of my friends something but that would take ages, so I'll just tag the most of you guys in here...if I forget anyone I'm sorry...hard to remember so many people even if I try hard :c ) @WulfeGirl @ThatRyanGuy @TartanGalaxy @Strawberry @Steck @Marcoooz @Doc Holiday @Grimnir @Spooky88 @Ron @Ramon @Puddin @MrRasta @Lyca @Lemons @Keedz @Jabba @Giraffel @FrostyCat @Cthuluz @Cloudy @C-J @Beni @Bauglir2011 @Xero3451 @Conor @fletcho1 @Karolis @MapleMooses @Taig @Hebi Kotei (yeah well...too many people to tag sorry people cba anymore...still love you <3 also yeah it's not really short how I wanted but whatever... I'll still stop by teamspeak from time to time to chill with some of you)
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    In memory of the man. the myth the figurehead of the "Copy that" movement. Never let your memes be dreams. o7
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    o7 at my boy @Jabba May he rest in perpetual Ladhalla.
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    I hear the wolves bark and I think I get initiated on. I hear the cows moo and think to put my hands up. A chickens cluck makes me pull my gun out. I'm becoming paranoid.
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    Mariann Anders POV: I was rping with @Western and @i am Bambi south of Stary Yar on the main road as we had just killed a deer when Roger Lobaria comes up I start taking to him and at the same time notice tree's being cut down west of my location so told the other's to check it out. We talked some more and I get initiated brought to the piano house told to drop my stuff and my game crashes know if you look at the first video at the end before my computer crashes you can clearly see their is no grenade in my backpack I did not have one in their. When I get my game back on eventually I'm told to tie up Hunter who was already there and then I'm tied up that's when I put the recording back on. We exchange words we get hit multiple times cutting a long story short when they left I vaguely remember them mentioning a grenade, when I got out of my handcuffs, me and hunter both picked our stuff up to be honest the grenade slipped my mind and only remember them mentioning it when the bag was on my back but at that point it was too late. But I'm not going to justify why I forgot, everyone knows this is an abuse of game mechanics they purposely but it in my bag knowing very well what was going to happening. Here is my video evidence in two parts. Part 1 before the game crash - Part 2 after the crash -
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    It's k, I'll wake up and this will be a horrible dream. A nasty horrible dream. Terra! No!!!!
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    I miss the old white-list where we had to actually analyze the rules and had a better understanding of why you are signing up for a role-play community. I remember spending hours making sure I knew the rules and was able to write the thousand word essay of each rule in my own words. It gave me better confidence in myself to be the best role-player I could be on the server.
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    Server and Location: S1, Pustoshka. Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): North of Pustoshka, 2/8/17 21:19 Your In-game Name: Neil Clarke. Name of Suspect/s: William Reed, Markov Zaytsev & Vasili Zaytsev. Additional Evidence: Link here. Voice did not get picked up. Detailed Description of Events: After jogging into Pustoshka, I hear some footsteps coming from one of the houses. I then go to see what's occurring and shout up to the window with no response. Some time later someone replies and I tell them to come down. 3 men embark out of the house, only 1 actually talking proper English. I did some hostile roleplay and questioned whether they were actually English or not. After some time, William Reed attempts to handcuff me without any prior initiation. They then to not say anything at all and only speak a foreign language. I then line up my DB shotgun at the fellow with the SKS and missed because of my well-trained PVP skills. The shot lands between them and I realized there was only 1 shell loaded. I then play off it was a misfire and they shoot me unconscious which was kind of fair game, pulled off a shit shot. After waiting a fair few minutes, I proceed to die from blood loss. The roleplay was poor and I question their English capabilities, and I am reporting for the invalid initiation and BadRP. If they are willing to chat about this on Teamspeak, I would be okay with this.
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    For a brief time after the 2016 community awards were handed out, the awards would show by the side of winners posts but it didn't look too good. Rolle said here that he would style it to make them look a little better. Is there any ETA on this? Is it planned? Because the awards don't show beside posts at all as of right now, so I was just wondering. I'd personally be more than happy if they just looked how they did on the old website, but anything is better than nothing. As of right now they're just hidden away on profiles. Also, will the awards from the old site i.e "Photographer", "Fashion Designer", "Video Director" etc be added anytime soon? I'm sure the people who put work in to win those titles would like to see them return.
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    Can anyone give me clarification on how long I have been banned for? I've read through the thread but I dunno If it's 7,5 or 3 days. And again thank you so much for the support from everyone.
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    Chapter 3: No one is safe anymore The soft breathing coming from seat beside her was the only sound she heard as Diane quietly lay in her seat, the large body in the seat beside her radiating heat to keep the interior warm and comfortable, only the occasional gust of wind from the partially opened rear window reminded her of the frigid night that lay just beyond the closed car door. Turning her head slightly she looked over at her sleeping companion for a moment, still not fully comprehending that somehow this was John, she'd found him alive and whole against all the odds. After a couple of minutes gazing over at his hat covered face she turned away, chiding herself that she really shouldn't be surprised he'd managed to survive. If anyone was going to survive the hell that was now their world it would be John Waters, besides all the skills he possessed one basic fundamental fact should have told her long ago he was a survivor. He was just to damn stubborn to die. Smiling softly to herself as she burrowed a little deeper under the jacket she'd tossed over herself, to act as a blanket, she closed her eyes and sent up a quick prayer that her sleep would be empty of nightmares this night then turned her mind to trying to fall asleep. Sleep had almost claimed her when a soft noise brought her to sudden alertness, she froze in place as she tried to located the sound that had awoken her, waiting patiently she was soon rewarded with a repeat of the sound, a soft mumbling coming from John's direction. Glancing over at his form she remained as quiet as possible trying to make out what he was saying but his hat covering his face kept the sounds muffled and unclear. Concern washed over her but she knew better then to try to wake him, he might act instinctively if startled awake and she might end up getting hurt if he struck out blindly, she wasn't sure he'd recognise her quickly enough to check his actions in time. After a few minutes John settled back into sleep and following his example she attempted to do the same. Smells......she could smell it......the burning of flesh...... Pain......searing burning pain......... Laughter...........mocking laughter filled her ears.......evil in the laugh........they found pleasure in inflicting pain..... Crying now..........pleading.........'help me, please! They'll kill me!'.........the voices......always the voices crying for help..... Running now..........heart pounding painfully as she ran...........she was so weak........they're going to catch her........punish her.......... Diane awoke with a jerk, her heart racing in panic and a scream in her throat as she bolted into a sitting position. Panic and the need to flee gripping her firmly as she scanned her surroundings. The inside of the car was lighter then before, it was almost dawn and she was alone. Cramming her arms back into her jacket she grabbed her gear and flung herself from the car, the sense of impending capture still driving her as she scanned the area wildly, her eyes trying to find an escape. She began to run for the nearest treeline, she could lose her pursuers in the tree's but she had to get there first. She ran as hard as she could, her lung's burning from the exertion as her feet pounded through the forest, how long she ran she didn't know, the fear and panic had complete control of her. Her desperate flight ended abruptly though as her foot caught on some debris on the forest floor and she found herself falling, sprawling into the undergrowth she slid through the dead leaves and pine needles to finally come to a stop. Diane lay there breathing hard for a few minutes, her cheek pressed to the forest floor as she slowly calmed her breathing, reality slowly coming back to her as she realised she was not in the danger she had believed she was in. Taking a few more calming breaths she rolled onto her back and gazed up at the forest canopy. As the sun rose she watched it play among the leaves, trying to sort through the panic induced fog to figure out what had happened. She'd been dreaming of her capture. The punishments she'd endured during her 'training' as a pet. Tears began to burn in her eyes prompting her to throw an arm across her eyes to block out the light but also to try to keep the tears from coming as she remembered her last night. Their captures weren't pleased with another slave, they'd come to punish him when a few others tried to defend him, a fight had broken out bringing the guards from outside the door to come in and help gain control. The woman beside her had been the first to notice that the door was ajar, that there was no one watching them and they might have a chance to get away. The two of them had managed to make it quite a distance before they were noticed missing and an alarm had gone up prompting them both to run. They had fled into the tree's and were weaving through them as their captures gave chase behind, their flashlights wildly scanning the tree's trying to locate them. They would have both gotten away if the accident hadn't happened. The woman with her had tripped on an exposed root twisting her ankle and giving a scream of pain. That scream had given the captures their location and as Diane had stopped and turned to help she had noticed that the were being gained upon. Diane had stood there frozen, hearing their captures getting closer as the woman began to cry, beg and plead with her to help her up, help her get away. She was torn, she wanted to help, wanted them both to get away but as the woman continued to make so much noise and give away their location she had begun to back away from the downed woman. The last thing she remembered before turning and running was the woman screaming at her 'If they catch me I'm dead don't leave me here! I don't want to die! Please! Help me!'. The guilt of leaving that woman behind was slowly consuming her. She should have done something. She was suppose to help people. All her life she'd wanted to help people but when it really mattered she'd run, she'd left the woman behind to suffer the consequences as she'd run to save her own hide. She lay on the forest floor sobbing quietly to herself as the birds sang their morning greetings all around her. After awhile her sobs subsided and she slowly pushed herself to her feet. Her ankle was slightly tender but thankfully that was the extent of her injuries, with the status of things today something that would be considered minor before now could quickly become life threatening. After checking herself over one more time and brushing the dirt and leaves from her body she finally straightened and took in her surroundings. After looking around for a couple of minutes her shoulders slumped and she let out a few choice curses before muttering. "OK now......where the hell am I?" TO BE CONTINUED......
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    Real simple and I don't know why it's an issue. If people are following you and you don't like it and choose to fire upon them, you give them KoS but you are shooting at them so what does that matter anyway. If they want to engage, they will. If they get scared, they run. Situation handled, no reports needed. Don't follow someone for miles and not expect to get shot. Don't shoot in a town and not expect to get swarmed. Seems like common sense, this community needs to stop holding hands and let the players actually face the consequences in game without removing them from the community alltogether. I am not sure if anyone has seen the numbers of players lately but its laughable. Give people a way to defend themselves accurately and people won't rage quit. Would hate for people to get fed up and start shooting people who ride that shitty ruleplay line when in ANY kind of actual reality they could have easily just ended the situation. We already are starting down the Bambi Bubble pathway again with these settlement rules. Come on!
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    Chapter Two: I prefer the term 'Fashionably Late' "You know I fully expected to be coming to visit your Grave John, but here I find you alive and well, what does it take to kill you if the end of the world doesn't seem to do it?" Diane joked as she turned back to John, her smile reflecting her joy at seeing him alive taking the bite from her words. Somewhere behind them she could hear a couple of people talking, relaying to others what was going on with the scene now being staged on the street, she didn't catch much of it but one line carried over the voices now mumbling amongst themselves... "OH GREAT, you mean we've got two of them now???" John seemed to snap out of the slight daze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he began to speak, his head tilting slightly in the well known habit of his Diane recognised as him preparing to tease her. "Seems to me that if someone around here knows anything about dead things it would be you, I mean, last time I visited your place it was full of dead plants! What was the last count at? 21?" John crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back slightly, a minor twitch to his lips was all that gave away the mirth he was feeling. "They weren't dead, they were dormant...." Diane replied, her tone sounding indignant but the merriment in her eyes showing that theirs was a long history of give and take. "Yeah....dormant....interesting way to say 'dead'" John responded, taking a step closer. He paused for a moment, his posture more relaxed then before but his face turning serious as he leaned towards to her slightly, his eyes locking on hers as he demanded "Dammit Diane what the hell took you so long? You were suppose to be right behind me." Diane shifted uncomfortably, breaking eye contact with John as she began to chew her bottom lip nervously drawing John's gaze to the action. The slight narrowing of his gaze was all she needed to remind herself of what she was doing and to stop the nervous habit almost instantly. She began to speak, hesitantly... "About that John....well you see I ran into a little problem in St. Petersburg...." Diane began but a shout behind them drew Johns attention. "Marshal, Emmrich wants to talk to you now but your not to over tire him Rose says, he may be doing better but hes still weak and Rose won't have you tiring her patient out." someone yelled from the open doorway of a nearby building. "Be right there!" John called back, looking over at the speaker for a moment before pinning Diane once more with his gaze. "I'll be right back, don't you go anywhere." he ordered, his tone indicating he wanted no argument as he stepped past Diane and into the building where she assumed the patient was being kept. Diane nodded agreement but she wasn't paying complete attention, her mind already drifting back to her time in St. Petersburg and the delay that caused her to be trapped there when the infection hit. Their trip out to pick up their charge was pretty uneventful, but when they landed for a layover in London she'd received a text telling her of some complications that arisen in their proposed return travel plans that required immediate attention. It was decided that she would proceed into St. Petersburg and find out what the problem was and fix it while John continued on down to meet their charge and take him into custody. It was a plan they'd used before with great success, how was she to know that this time she'd run into the trouble she did. Diane grimaced slightly as she remembered that meeting, the greed and avarice in the man's small pig like eyes as she had entered the room should have been her first clue that this was not going to go well. When the announcement came that to transport their charge via any Russia airport would require a payment of 20,000 euros she lost her temper. Diane sighed to herself as she moved aimlessly around the buildings, finding comfort in John's raised voice as he questioned whomever this Emmrich person was, his voice carrying out the window and down to those below. People shifted uncomfortably as they listened to John berate the bed ridden patient, each giving her the sense that they were glad it wasn't them who had raised John's ire as much as this Emmrich person had. Diane's eyes locked for a moment with Logan who shifted uncomfortably as he mumbled 'boy his voice sure does carry', his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. Smiling gently at Logan for a moment she whispered, 'yeah his voice is one my gran used to call a "GOOD bingo callers" voice.' she paused for a moment as Logan glanced at her curiously, waiting for an explanation, 'it's loud and clear enough to not only reach the back of the room but not require hearing aids being turned on' Diane returned the grin that flashed across Logan's face for a moment then continued on past him and began to head up the stairs to the floor John was located on. Her thoughts again turned back to what had happened in St. Petersburg, trying to figure out how to explain to John how she managed to get herself tossed into Jail after losing her temper with the Russian who had demanded they pay 20,000 euros before they could move their charge through Russia. She never should have let her temper get the best of her, she never should have called him the things she had and issued the threats to expose him. She could see John's face now if she told him of what had happened, the roll of the eyes he'd give her along with the small shake of his head as once again she explained how her temper got the best of her. Sighing to herself she leaned up against the wall of the hall leading to the room John was in, waiting for him to come out. It was a long time before he was finished in the room, his exit was brisk and with a quick jerk of his chin indicating she should follow they left the hallway and headed outside. She studied the way he carried himself, seeing the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained fury almost rolling off him in waves as his long legs carried him quickly down a side street away from the building with the patient inside. Diane found herself almost running to keep up with him when he finally stopped abruptly in front of her causing her to side step quickly to avoid running into the back of him and prompted her to blurt out the thought uppermost in her mind, "John Waters what the hell is wrong with you? I mean I can understand that during this time you may have experienced some things that have changed you a bit but hell man your acting like someone I don't even recognise!" she snapped, her tone sharp but concerned. John ripped the hat from his head and let his fingers rake through his hair as he obviously tried to calm down and compose himself enough to answer. The pair talked quietly as his story began to come in bits and pieces. Diane patiently listened, offering a word of encouragement here and there when it seemed he wouldn't continue. Although she knew he wasn't telling her everything she began to realise that he was a man walking a fine line at the moment. Their conversation continue for awhile as Diane watched a calm begin to settle over John as the familiarity of sharing his problems with her began to bring him some comfort. There wasn't much they didn't know about each other, and being partners for so long they had often used the other as a sounding board to release their pent up frustrations on, voicing things to each other that they wouldn't talk to anyone else about. It wasn't long before they started walking back towards the small town square again, the darkness settling in the area prompting Diane to yawn a few times as they returned to the others still in the area. She stood by quietly for a few minutes before she broke into the conversation John was having, trying to stifle another yawn "Listen I saw a car down the road that's calling my name, think I'm gonna go lock myself in and crash for the night." she watched as John hesitated "If you don't mind I think I'll join you, be like the old days when we were on stakeout." he replied, looking back at the man he had been talking to and giving a slight dismissive nod of his head before turning back towards her and beginning to walk at her side "Fine John but your leaving your boots on this time!" Diane demanded as they began to head out of town "Fine just so long as you aren't hiding any rabbit food you think would be 'good' for me somewhere." he quipped back, his lips twitching in amusement. "Better then those damn MRE things you always eat, those things were disgusting...." there was a short pause before John spoke again. "You know, you never did explain where they hell you were..." his voice trailed back as she stopped walking for a moment, causing him to stop and turn back to look at her. "I'm calling woman's prerogative on this one John, you know how it is, always fashionably late...." Diane replied airily, trying to brush the conversation off as she began to walk again. John paused for only a few seonds before starting to walk again himself.... "So...?...........Who did you piss off this time......." TO BE CONTINUED....
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