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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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    Link to the source of punishment (report/post): Why the verdict is not fair: Because I never flamed, trolled, or said anything worthy of a ts ban. Additional statements/comments explaining your point of view: I don't see how adding "Rose did 9/11" to the end of my name was worthy of a ts ban. It was only there for like 40 seconds anyways, and I was only banned after I had removed the meme from my name. A poke saying "Don't do that" or something similar would have been sufficient. Even so, saying that someone did 9/11 isn't worthy of a teamspeak ban. It's not flamey, it's not trolling somebody, it's not racist, discriminatory or offensive, so a ban makes no sense at all. It's not like I went out of my way to harass somebody. It was literally just a joke, and it's not even offensive. It was in response to Rose saying in teamspeak for people to make their ts name match their forum name. If somebody literally gets offended by a meme as harmless as that, then they probably should not be on the internet at all. The only reason I got banned from teamspeak is because I said "Rose did 9/11". If I would have said "Kevin did 9/11", I wouldn't be banned right now. What would you like to achieve with this appeal: TS ban removed What could you have done better?: Had the foresight to see that people would extremely overreact to something so small. *Dabs*
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    @Dusty, Finally someone who called my character out on his bullshit!
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    Resting at the church Hunting with Irish Cooking time with Našinec
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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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    *Jimmy flips on all radio equipment and begins to speak* "This is Jimmy Craft and Chris Amstutz, we are live and ready to go, tune in at 99.7" *Radio show starts*
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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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    How do you not understand that via reclaiming the word they turn it from a white word of hate to term of comraderie amongst themselves? They claim it proudly, because them and only them have that agency due to their shared history of slavery and oppression. It's not like they reclaimed the word toast so now you can't discuss breakfast properly. It's a slang noun which could be used interchangably with 'dude'.
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    Accurate representation of what it was like walking out of the castle
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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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    Good read, I can't even remember some of these situations they were so long ago!
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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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    Pretty much loved by all. You've done fantastic work all this time that you have been in staff; a very vital member to the already dwindling staff team is now gone. Enjoy your time off, because as long as this community lives I'm sure you'll manage to find your way back on top, whenever that might be. Your work certainly has not gone unnoticed. o7 <3
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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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    Good. Hopefully Overpowered zombies will encourage people to RP like they actually give a fuck about them instead of talking to me like I'm a fucking retard for showing the slightest concern for my safety when they are around. I get some people are billy bad ass but come on, these things can apparently rip people limb from limb and devoured our loved ones in front of us, but now we are only annoyed with them like they're mosquitoes.
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    Chapter Five: Wreck and Ruin "He's over there" someone shouted, waving their arm to get everyone's attention. As one the small party moved over to the edge of the road to look down and see the man they called Chief casually walking along a lower gravel road. "Guess we're going this way." someone else muttered and everyone hurried to catch up to the walking man. Once the party had gathered together again on the gravel road, Diane let out a slight puff of air in relief, glad that what she heard was probably her imagination and no one in their party had ended up hurt. She started to relax when John turned and looked at her for a moment, then announced, "So Diane, you never did tell me what took you so long in St. Petersburg. I mean it should have been a simple thing to get the paperwork sorted and meet me down here." Diane tensed and looked over at John, she knew he wouldn't let the subject go, there was nothing for it but to tell him what had happened. "Well it seemed someone decided to get greedy. The official who I met with informed me that if we wanted to move our charge anywhere within Russia's boundaries it was going to cost us an additional 20,000 euros. I mean that's completely outrageous right? I knew the moment I looked into his piggy like eyes there was nothing but greed there. So when I objected and informed him in no uncertain terms what he could do with his extortion things kind of got.......a little out of hand." she ended the comment weakly, not really wanting to explain to him how the man had propositioned her to work down the cost. Of course she had gotten a little upset and rightly so, there was no cause for him to have circled her and patted her on her rear end. "So you lost your temper..." he began as she jumped back into her explanation. "Yes I did, I wasn't gonna let that greedy bastard think he could get away with it....I mean yeah.....I should never have hit him..." "Wait you hit him?" "Uh didn't I mention that? Anyways, it wasn't like I meant to do him serious harm....and that's how I ended up tossed into a jail cell and pretty much hidden from any american inquiries...." she explained as they proceeded to walk up the hill, they began to argue back and fourth about her temper getting her into trouble. As they passed someone they tossed out a comment 'are you sure you two were never married?' they asked as everyone continued to walk. She paused for a moment and a slight smile came to her lips as she remembered the last time someone had mentioned them being married. She and John had been in the office they shared arguing as usual about some details of a case when Deputy Chief Burry walked into the room. He paused for only a moment while the two continued to argue back and fourth until finally he raised his hands in surrender and shouted "That's it, every time I walk past or come into this office you two remind me more and more of an old married couple!" he looked between each, a slight smile on his face at his own joke. She and John looked at each other for a moment, silent communication passing between them with the slight arch of a brow, the twitch of lips. It was John who spoke. "Well it seems to be a popular opinion around here that we should be a married couple. What do you say Diane? We are in Vegas of all places, we could stroll on out to the strip and find any number of in and out marriage chapels within the next couple of blocks. Shall we make it official? Should only take fifteen minutes we can do it on our lunch break....speaking of...." he looked pointedly at the nearby clock and she picked up on his cue, reaching for her bag and standing as he did. "Sounds good to me, although if they have theme weddings I'll pass, I can't picture you as an Elvis." she said as they made their way to the door and past a sputtering Burry. "We'll be back after our lunch break is over." he said as he set his hat on his head and indicated she should proceed him down the hall. As the two of them walked to the exit door, they could hear Burry still sputtering then as they started to pass out of the office his shout of 'We have rules you know!' could barely be heard. Once outside and down the street they finally stopped and looked at each other, it took only that quick look to have them both laughing. "I wonder how red his face is right now." she said as she reached for her phone which was buzzing an incoming text. John was doing the same thing with his phone and as they each looked again at one another she turned her phone to show him the message, it was from Burry. 'You can't do this! No fraternisation! You'd be breaking up a winning team!' John turned his phone to show her the similar message he'd gotten, causing them both to laugh again. They walked down the street a bit further until they came to a restaurant. "You'll like this place, it's got a lot of rabbit food options." John said as he held the door open to the steakhouse he'd lead them to. "You know you can eat to much red meat John, some veggies and other 'rabbit' food as you call it are part of a balanced diet.." it was an old argument and one they had often. Diane smiled to herself again as the fond memory faded as she became aware of John asking her more questions. She decided to turn the tables and started asking him some things about those they travelled with. First was the man with the blood on his gloves. "That's Ivan, he's a good sort, I don't ask him to many questions simply because I don't want to know. He has his own issues and problems but seems to take care of them." he responded as they finally reached a paved road and started to head towards a small town in the distance. They continued to talk as they walked down the road, her mind was only half aware of the conversation as they walked for she suddenly caught the smell of someone smoking a cigarette. The aroma sent a sudden chill down her spine and caused an involuntary itch to develop up and down her arms. She wanted to rub her them but didn't want to draw attention to the action, all to aware of John watching her and he was way to observant not to notice the action. Gunfire sounded from the town as they neared, those ahead clearing the place of any infected. It was as they were nearing the houses that they could hear the shouting and yelling going on. Picking up his pace John passed her on the gravel road and rounded the first fence calling out for someone to tell him what was going on. She tried to keep track of what everyone was saying but it was hard to do so. Eventually it became clear that as they were clearing someone came around a house and didn't see the infected that was being aimed at. She managed to get grazed by the gunfire but it could have been worse if the shooter hadn't managed to redirect their aim at the last second. Taking a deep breath now that the drama was over and the wounded being taken care of, she began to wander around the small town, looking through buildings and seeing if she could find any supplies she could use. She paused for a moment as she realised she was already looking for things for John as well, she smiled slightly as she realised she was falling back into the old habit of trying to get him to take better care of himself. She found herself soon beside a nearby well, and feeling slightly travel weary, she decided to take the opportunity to clean herself up a bit. Crouching beside the well, she pushed up the sleeves of her jacket and shirt, pulling a rag from the pocket of her backpack and soaking it under the cool water. She washed her face and neck, then started to do her hands when she realised she had exposed her arms and the small circular scars were showing. Glancing up under her lashes quickly she noticed John standing nearby, his head turned her way. Quickly she pulled her sleeves back down and wrung out the rag before putting it away, never once making eye contact with him. She didn't want him asking. As she stood she noticed him take a step towards her but was distracted by someone calling his name. Turning away from him she headed towards the edge of town. She was wondering where she could hide for the next while when gunshots sounded in the distance, the people around her all checking to see if someone in the party had ventured away. Seeing as everyone was here, it was decided that someone should go check out the source of the gunfire and a scout headed off across the open field. Diane nearly jumped a foot when John spoke softly beside her, his arrival having been quiet and stealthy. "I think I need your advice. I've been wondering about when a person would need to call protective services, I mean hypothetically of course." he said looking at her. She felt a shiver of dread run down her spine, his sunglasses had been removed and his eyes bored directly into hers as he continued to speak. "What signs would you say would prompt someone to have to call protective services. Usually it would be visible signs of abuse correct?" Diane found herself beginning to walk away from the town and towards the distant location where the scout had gone. Muttering to John, "I don't know what your getting at John, there is no protective services anymore. People are having to fend for themselves now. I'd try to concentrate on your men who went to the gunfire they should have reported something by now." They continued in silence for awhile, making their way across the field in the dark, watching as others passed them as they rushed ahead to find out what was going on. John lagged behind, forcing Diane to keep her pace with him even though she wanted to run and find the nearest hole to hide in. Finally he spoke again. "I want to know what happened Diane, I saw the marks are your arms. Seems to look pretty man made to me...." he started "Drop it John." she snapped "Something happened and I want to know....we can either talk about it now or later." "John there is nothing I want to talk about....I want to not bring it up and have to relive something I've spent the past months trying to forget....Just drop it OK?" she snapped at him, turning to glare at him in emphasis. They stood in the field for a few minutes before more shots in the distance prompted them both to hurry in that direction. Reaching some burned our ruins they looked around to see the others were busy clearing out some infected. Most everyone was located by the largest building, a crumbled and burned down Church from the looks of things. They walked towards the building, relaxing as they heard the easy conversation coming from inside. It was as they reached the building where a portion of the wall had given away and were about to enter that John stopped her again by blocking the entrance. "No matter how badly you want it to, this isn't going to go away Diane. By how strongly your reacting it's obvious it's still eating at you, tell me what happened, talking to me about it will help. We spent years as partners sharing every problem with each other. You know that if there's one person you can talk to about this it's me." he implored softly, looking directly into her eyes, his own speaking of the silent plea he was making for her to share her story, to ease her burden. She grew suddenly angry with him as firelight flared to life behind him, casting him into shadow but shining directly onto her. She stared down at the gun in her hands and shifted it to her back, the anger inside prompting her to hold out her arms and push up her sleeves, revealing the circular burn scars along her inner arms, each the approximate size of an quarter. "Is this what you wanted to see John? Do you know what they are?" she asked, not looking at him but feeling her anger continue to build and realising it's not him she's angry with, but what had been done to her. "They.....it looks like burns...." he said quietly, keeping his hands on his gun but she could see them flex and tighten at his own display of anger. "No they're more then just burns, they're punishment. You see, when I left St. Petersburg and started heading south to keep my last promise that I would be here, I ran into a group of people who were already exploiting the fact that it seemed humanity was being wiped out. They were taking captive men, women and children. They were slavers you see, preparing for those who might want to rebuild after the infection ran it's course and there was rebuilding to do. Money has become pretty useless now, it's product that can be bartered for that has value. Slaves they felt would be the way to go." she paused for a moment to look up at him then continued to speak "They had three classes of slaves they were looking for in women. You were either a Breeder, a Whore, or a Pet. They also had a punishment system. First offence you got beaten, but not the face as that was the major seller. So you got a fist in the ribs or gut, beaten till you complied. If that didn't work then you got burned....cigars and cigarettes, all along the inner arms and in other extremely sensitive areas where the skin was soft. If that didn't work, you were whipped. A nasty cat'o'nine tails I believe they called it, your back when they were finished was shredded skin. Do you want to see the results John? My back is covered in the scars that thing left behind, crossing over each other. I soon learned to submit." her voice broke on her admission of giving in and she choked back a sob for a moment as her eyes filled with tears. Finally she continued "Do I have to tell you how many times I was raped John? How many times I was forced as they tried to find out if I was a breeder? Thank heavens none of those morons knew what an IUD is or how to identify one. They didn't keep a OBGYN with them who might have figured it out. They took turns John...." her voice finally gave way as tears began to spill down her cheeks, she could not look at him in the eyes as she felt her body tremble as she wrapped her arms around herself. She didn't want to see what he might be feeling. She was only half aware of it when he raised his arms out to her but made no move to force himself upon her. Staring at those arms she was overwhelmed with a desire to feel them around her at least once, so she took a step forward into them. As they wrapped around her she stiffened for a moment but then relaxed against his chest closing her eyes as she took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. She only allowed herself the luxury of the embrace for a few seconds, already feelings the discomfort of being touched threatening to strangle her with the building panic. Reluctantly she stiffened again and pushed herself away, taking a step back from him and then stepping around him to start to go in to where it was warm from the fires. She knew he was asking her questions and she was answering them without really paying any kind of attention, just wanting to get inside to where it was warm. Once inside she placed her back to a wall and slid down it until she was sitting amongst the rubble of the church, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them as she buried her face and began to slowly rock in a soothing rhythm. She never noticed John sitting down beside her. It was only when he placed an arm around her and startling her causing her to flinch in panic that she became aware of him. She looked at him for a moment but buried her face again as the memories flooded her once more.... TO BE CONTINUED.....
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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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    Chapter Four: On the Road Diane crested the small hill and stopped, pausing a moment to catch her breath as she scanned the small town ahead of her. It wasn't an overly large town, with a church located on the western side. In the distance she could see what could possibly be a castle located in the next forest over, she made a mental note to go check it out before she continued on south. She'd managed to make it back to the car she'd passed the night with John in but by then it'd been days since she'd last been there and the people there were long gone having stripped the town of supplies. She decided to head south from there, hoping to locate a large city or at least a radio to start trying to locate him via that method as well. If she found a radio in this town she'd try to transmit from the top of the castle and see what kind of range she could get. Taking a quick drink and making sure her stuff was secure Diane took her rifle into her hands and approached the first house on the edge of town cautiously. She didn't see any infected moving around but that didn't mean they weren't there. She entered the first house and did a quick search finding nothing. She started to move towards the second house when she saw an infected coming around from the back of the house, deciding avoidance was best she side stepped and attempted to duck around a small utility building, only to come face to face with another infected hidden from her earlier view. Cursing loudly she raised her gun and fired without thought, as the loud rapport pierced the air she cursed vehemently again muttering 'great rang the damn dinner bell' as she heard the screeching and howls of the infected coming towards her drawn by the sound of the gun. She fired off two more quick shots of her Repeater before turning and running, a pack of five infected clearing the side of the barn inspiring her to try to lose them, or at least give herself more distance and possibly tired the infected out before she fired again. The blood was pounding in her ears as she ran through the field and around the buildings stopping and turning occasionally to let loose a few rounds into the closely grouped infected, still pursuing and howling for her blood as the chased. At one point she paused on one of the roads and aimed her gun again, but before she could pull the trigger she watched the body fall, the sound of another gun finally registering in her tired mind. As she stood and listened she heard more shots and watched as the infected began pursuing others. She was about to seek cover in the nearest house to hide but already she could see a man approaching her, his gun drawn but lowered. As he approached he called out 'Are you ok Ma'am? They didn't manage to bite or scratch you did they?'. Diane paused for a moment before answering, the voice was oddly familiar but she couldn't place where she'd heard it before. "Yeah I'm fine, good thing you all came along when you did." she replied as she kept her gun loosely in her hands, hoping she wouldn't have to use it as she knew there were no rounds in it as she'd not had a chance to reload yet. "Hey do I know you?" the guy asked, taking a step closer " You sound familiar...I think we've....wait a minute...YOU’RE THE OTHER ONE!!" he exclaimed as he stopped moving and turned and yelled back over his shoulder "HEY MARSHAL.....found something you lost!!!" "Yeah Jimmy, I heard her talking." John's voice called as came up the road towards them. "Now I know where I heard your voice before to, your the one who said something about there being Two of them now...like it was a bad thing? Care to explain?" she asked her first visitor " never did catch your name by the way." "It's Uh Jimmy, Listen I'll leave you two to talk." he said hurriedly, embarrassment in his posture as he turned to rush away. Diane waited for John as made his way to her, setting his own pace but keeping his gaze on her. She was kind of glad he was wearing sunglasses as he approached as she wasn't quite sure what she would be seeing in his gaze at the moment. She had found in the brief conversations already that John seemed to have changed a lot. Sure she knew him pretty well, she trusted him with her life, but she was worried about how he was handling things as they stood now, considering his black and white view's. It was very hard at times to get him to see the Gray area's out there, and his deep seated rage at times made things very hard to deal with if he ever unleashed it. John stopped a few feet away, causing her to tilt her head back slightly and shield her eyes against the sun to look up at him. He paused for a moment as he looked at her then reached into a pocket and withdrew something, tossing it in her direction before he leaned forward and began to speak. "You disappeared while I was out taking care of a few things...." his voice low and filled with accusation but also concern. She looked at the item he'd tossed her and saw it was a ball cap, grateful for the head coverage, she slipped it on with a quick thanks, her thoughts however racing as to what to tell him. She didn't want to admit to the bad dream and the panic it had induced to cause her to flee. The questions would begin then and she wasn't sure she wanted to answer those. She was afraid to see the disappointment in his eyes if he knew how she'd left that woman to die. She was also afraid there would be disgust there as well, disgust for her for complying with her captors to keep herself alive. Diane kept her expression neutral as she shifted for a moment, allowing herself to blush slightly as she finally replied. "Well John I haven't been in this country very long, and when I woke I needed to make a call to nature. Since I planned to go locate you in town I took my things with me. I didn't plan on getting lost." it was in essence the truth. She concentrated hard on his face, willing herself not to do anything that might cause him to suspect she was lying. She could feel his gaze behind those sunglasses boring into her as she continued to try hard not to fidget. As he opened his mouth to say something, another gun shot went off behind him slightly, then a voice, deep and authoritative stated that he could see someone approaching who didn't look like they were one of their party. That snapped those around the area into immediate action. People she hadn't seen before grouped up around John and the other man, each taking a look at the new comer and then they decided on a plan of action which involved them moving over towards the newcomer and checking them out to see if they needed any assistance or were a threat. Everyone began to move into the town, guns in hands as they headed towards the arrival. One man stopped to ask her if she needed anything as he was a travelling trader. She didn't catch his name at the time, distracted by trying to keep John's back in sight, his long legs swiftly taken him down the hill and into the town forcing her to jog slightly to catch up. When she did he was standing behind so me houses talking to someone, as she neared she could make out a gravelly, harsh voice talking. Startled and a little creeped out by the voice she moved closer to John's side, that's when she noticed the blood on the man's hands. John seemed to know the man and talked to him for a few minutes before another call came out that someone else was approaching the town, prompting an end to the conversation and once again they began to move through the remainder of the town. As the moved towards the southern side of the town she caught up to him and once they stopped leaned in and whispered to him 'Uh what is with the guy with the blood on his hands' she inquired as she watched the trader fellow greet the newcomer on the road. The others travelling with John had ranged out and were in a semicircle formation ready to respond. "Who Ivan?" he responded, not taking his eyes off the scene down the road. "Yeah, I mean, he had blood all over his hands....uh wasn't that long ago someone came to talk to you with something like that you'd been arresting and looking for a body." she lightly accused, her curiosity peaked. "Ivan's OK, he's been through a lot and I don't question him." John turned and gave her a look that she could only take to mean she'd better let the subject drop. Diane took the hint and remained quiet, watching as the trader turned and let everyone know that he knew the person, had in fact travelled with her before until they'd unfortunately gotten separated. A palpable relief seemed to run through the crowd and they all turned back towards the town, as she began to move towards the town she felt John's presence close behind her. She threw a questioning look over her shoulder as he followed, his response was simply 'I am not about to let you out of my sight this time.' she grinned at him as she continued towards the houses, saying as she did so 'I'm not about to take off into the tree's again, but I do need to search for some supplies here, unless you all cleared the place out.' she didn't wait for his response but headed for the nearest house to begin her search. Diane cleared a couple of houses of anything she could use and was rounding another when she heard the now familiar hiss and growl of an infected, she just caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye charging her when she took off running. She dashed between a couple of houses cursing loudly as another infected came into view. Deciding her only hope was John and his accuracy with a gun she rounded another corner and hit the road running back towards the centre of town where she could hear him talking, giving a yell she watched him turn and curse loudly about her attracting trouble as he raised his gun and began to fire, multiple shots screamed by her as she continued running, she finally stopped at his side and turned to see the road behind her littered with infected bodies, she counted at least four. As she walked back down the road to inspect the bodies another shout was heard and again the rapport of John's gun was heard as he quickly took out more infected, it was as she returned to him that she realised he'd just saved a complete stranger from the infected. It was as the new arrival was trying to give John something in return for saving his life that another arrived, from their similar accents, Irish from the sounds of it, they apparently were brothers who'd lost track of each other and had just reunited. As he continued to talk to the brothers she noticed that the people he travelled with appeared to grow anxious and began to look around as if expecting trouble to suddenly show up. Following their cue she moved slightly up the road away from John and kept a lookout watching the treeline and scanning the buildings looking for anyone sneaking around. She breathed a sigh of relief as John finished his conversation and moved up the road to where everyone was waiting. A quick look between him and the other man the other's referred to as Chief seemed to be a shared communication and everyone began to head out of the town heading back north. Diane paused to speak with the trader, finding out his name was Derek Graceland, specialising in clothing trade but he did carry some other things like ammo and such. She handed him a magazine for a 1911 hoping he would find it useful in his future trades and was rewarded by being given some .357 ammo in exchange. She continued to walk with the group of people, keeping half an ear on the conversations around her, her rifle in her hands, watching John's back as he walked ahead. He was in conversation with another man, someone he kept calling Thomas whom she hadn't met yet. As John continued to talk and the trader fell a little behind them as he spoke with his friend Diane felt a slight chill run down her spine as the breeze brushed against her cheek and with it the sound of a pained scream was carried on it. She immediately stopped and looked up the hill towards the tree's. Nothing else was heard but the birds were ominously quiet. "Diane? What's wrong?" John asked as he approached her, his face also turned to look at the hill, scanning for whatever he thought she was seeing. "Did you hear that?" she asked keeping her voice low and continuing to intently listen. "No what did you hear?" he asked again, still scanning the tree's. "I could swear I just heard someone scream, it sounded like it came from up there but with this semi valley we're in it could have come from anywhere." she warned, turning to look at him as he turned to her. Her eyes scanned those around her and her brow furrowed slightly as she asked "Wait a minute, we're short a person..." she stated as she tried to remember who was in their entire party. Finally a voice spoke up and asked.. "Uh guys? Where's Chief?" TO BE CONTINUED......
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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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    Hiya! it's been a long while and i figured i would share a few more pics of my little floofs in case you didnt see or are interested in seeing the original pics here they are http://www.dayzrp.com/t-Post-pictures-of-your-pet?pid=986841#pid986841