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    I recommend just not watching anime.
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    Server and location: S1 Severograd Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 01:00 Your in game name: Matt Farenheit Names of allies involved: @LadyInBlue, @Levi Ackerman, many other hostages with a tenuous relation to my character at best. Name of suspect/s: @Boston @Cody Husky @evanm23 @Puncture @Coreena Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): None AFAIK Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): The (edited) video I used for consult whether this could constitute BadRP I will be posting as much of the unedited footage of this situation as I have as soon as I can compress and upload it, but it this will probably take over a day. Also keep in mind I don't have 100% of the situation recorded. The video where this is from, for example, ends there with no direct connection to the next recording. Detailed description of the events: I was going around Severograd, intent to begin some RP but worried because the server was heavily lagging (that evening's DDoS attacks...) when I see in the distance people raising their hands and getting on a circle. I honestly believed at the time it was some kind of weird dance RP they were making, until I was stopped by @Coreena and sent to join the group, realizing that they were initiated (and being initiated on myself). As we are gathering in the circle, these people proceed to take us one by one, making us drop backpacks, vests and guns, and forming a line, with little RP. Now that the hostage takers felt safe, they proceed to tell us that they are doing this because they felt slighted when one of their comrades was kicked out of town after stepping over someone's drawing the day before. Of course, all of this just sounds like a horrible excuse for doing what they're doing, or a heavily exaggerated escalation of hostilities no matter how you look at it, but they proceed to do it anyways, setting up the idea that some of us will be punished for the rest, specifically those that wronged these hostage takers and then some more like Quinn Gray, because she's the most recognizable figure and she has to take responsibility, somehow, for all of us. So she's taken away to be tortured. Now, they force two persons to fist fight each other for their entertainment, one of them being @TiviylScratch, who repeatedly tries to emote that he's on a poor health status and will probably die (which he promptly does). Surrounded by people aiming at him, other than going OOC he doesn't seem to have any exit to the fight and bites the bullet as best as he could. Done this, they let the victor go and, after very awkward RP and a mass disconnection (the server was unstable as I already said) they start asking for different people connected to Quinn (Levi and Tivian, whom they didn't realize they had already caused the death of), they bring back Quinn and tell us that either she or everyone else will have to be sacrificed. There's a bunch of commotion and some awkward silences, and sadly some OOC arguing going over text, though I'm afraid that,should no one have brought it up, the hostage takers might have just enforced their unlawful demands. As Quinn is about to be executed, shots are heard around us, @Coreena betrays the other captors and, as bounty hunters swarm the place, everyone is told to drop to the floor, then scram. I'm told afterwards that many ran with the bountyhunters to one of their outposts, but I kinda ran wherever for my own safety and ended up missing that. I've been told that this kind of reason to initiate is invalid, because mass initiating on an entirely different set of people that the ones that caused you trouble a day after the fact, and having them hostage for over an hour with the risk of death, seems excessive. I think that risking your life for such a childish reason (and, let me be clear about this, they eventually died because of their choice, so they risked their life and lost) would be against any realistic parameter of character self-preservation. At least it goes far below my standards for reasons I might put my character's life at ANY risk. But I can clearly get that my standards don't have to be everyone else's, and that's why I asked. So, they made a huge issue out of a simple silly event that me and most of the hostages weren't part of, and roleplayed wanting to execute everyone for that, or as an alternative have Quinn Gray, that is more generally recognized as "Queen of Severograd", to commit suicide in front of everyone and, thus, permadeath. Any of both these options as repayment for our "transgression", that we were guilty of by "association". For me, it just seems extremely exaggerated. I see it as a blatant attempt to gain fame or importance through an high risk gamble like this just because there's no real consequence for losing other than having to regear (and even failure feeds them some fame anyways). PS: I'm writing this POV from memory and not watching the videos. Once I have the whole thing compressed the order of things may shift a little, but overall I tried to be as faithful as possible without rewatching around 1 hour of footage that is already in disorder thanks to Shadowplay.
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    Faith scoffs at how arrogant Tivian was. She rolls her eyes, if anything she wanted to punch him in the face and hope it quit complaining for once in her life. She grits her teeth, he pulled a nerve again. On the radio you could tell she was irritated? “You know Tivian, I like how you try acting like a cocky smartass. Yet you’re one complaining you get shot everyday and it wasn’t a choice to then saying kill people in Severograd. Oh and not to mention becoming a qualified war doctor as I’ve been told. Weren’t you an EMT in training? Yeah, then stop acting like the world is your own. Ever since the U.N. did that investigation and dropped you’ve been acting like you’re invincible. Do I have to remind you who offered to give that man, who was hostage, cyanide? Are you being serious? You did Tivian. So need to remind you, stop. You really think I’m that dumb to go out there to state how the person died? If anything I’m sure those bounty hunters may get hired or be hired by whoever did this. Am I stupid or are you missing something? I think you’re clearly missing something and nitpicking this situation. The person on the radio clearly stated that they had been dismembered. One plus one equals two. And thanks Tivian, unlike staying on my ass, I’m actually doing a good job of keeping people I care about safe. Instead of encouraging them to shoot others like a bunch of war gang children. Get yourself together, you’re making a fool out of yourself.” She would of said this whilst Casper was in the house recovering, inhaling through her nose as she nearly feels her eye twitch. She continues but directed towards anyone else. She takes a small breather before continuing to talk in a calmer matter. ”Even I have common sense to know that isn’t safe. I know everyone may be intrigued on seeing some sort of cult action but curiosity killed the cat. If anything stay away. Nothing ever good can come from this, I guarantee... If we had proper authority this would be dealt with correctly however as you can tell... A man dismembered and slung his skin on the side of the house clearly shows there is not enough law enforcements to see this and therefore should be steered away from as much as possible.” She tuts, her radio in her pocket before slumping down beside the boat the collected as she glares at it with a blank look. “Where the hell am I supposed to begin...” Her head shoots back behind her, that sense of paranoia as if she was being watched. “Mgh...”
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    Good. Make it so number 1. /Approved.
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    She lay in bed with her eyes staring at the ceiling. The unfamiliar room had confused her when she first woke up, once she remembered where she was, she hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. Most days now, all she wanted to do was breakdown. Emotions and tensions were high, half the time she wondered why she was even staying with these people still. She’d meant to leave, but every time she tried or got separated, she ended up back with them. So at this point, it just made sense to stay. Not everyone was here though, she missed people who were gone. Emotionally it didn’t make sense to stay. Between the people she either felt they had an actual sense of pleasure having her around, a sense of annoyance, dread, or outright hostility. One was trying to tentatively figure her out and start a better relationship, which she appreciated. She saw through the fake smiles, knew the changes in the voice, the shift in posture, voices rising, quieting. She’d grown up with them, they had been engrained into part of her, a way to protect herself. A skill she couldn’t get rid of no matter how much she wished to be oblivious. Except for a few people, she felt very alone. She’d seen and done things she never thought she would. Things happened she never thought could happen, or at least would. She’d been wrong. She’d been very wrong. Almost 3 months, it felt like years some days. So much had happened, so much was still going on, with no sign of stopping. It was exhausting, people were being pushed beyond their limits of everything. Things had been okay at first, she’d found people she could stay with, she could trust, Eva and Ana. Moving around, doing different things. Some groups more chaotic than others. Everything had changed after the ‘waffle house incident’. She’d thought that it was simply another distress call, an injury to a friend, Phae. But once she’d gotten to them, things were not adding up, and continued not to. What had been called in as a wolf bite, turned out to be a human bite. Followed by another person named Eric appearing, supposedly a victim of the same attack, with a wolf bite resulting in amputation of a finger. The only problem was that was a lie too, the finger had clearly been amputated by a large cleaving knife. Something felt wrong, and she couldn’t place it. Instead of pointing out the obvious, she’d played along like stupid girl, pretending to not notice the difference between shredded tissue and a solid clean cut. It turned out Eric had been the one who Phae was calling ‘wolf’. She’d told her that. Then a few nights later…she shuddered at the memory. Opening the door, her eyes adjusting to see Phae on the floor crying. Her head bald when she had hair hours before, and the sickening feeling as the bruises and cuts came into focus. The immediate horror and all too familiar emotions running through her. Then the all too familiar lies started. She didn’t blame Phae for lying, even though she saw clear though them. That again though, came with the familiarity of it all. When someone was being abused, the people they cared about were always the ones threatened. If someone could get you alone and hurt you, there was no doubt they could do it to someone else. No one in their right mind would guard you 24 hours a day with no break, no lapse in judgement or focus. Even in shifts, eventually they would feel it was pointless. After a time of nothing happening, the need to ‘guard’ would be considered useless, and the victim would be alone again. It was either during the lapse, lack of attention, or the belief nothing would happen, that they were taken and hurt, usually killed. Phae had lied because she’s nearly been killed for already letting it slip that Eric hurt her. He found out, and he punished her. She had to lie, not only to protect herself but to protect them. It had taken some coaxing but she had been able to get Phae into her tent out by the lake, away from the cabin. Anyone could be hiding anywhere inside, or outside the building, and overhear you. It was harder when you had the woods all around you to signal movement on an intruder. Once Phae realized the lying wasn’t working, and that she was with someone who intended to keep her safe, she’d come clean about everything. It had taken some more coaxing, and it wasn’t until she had the gun in her hand, and was scanning the area around them, quietly explaining that she knew Phae was lying, why she was lying, that she didn’t blame her for lying, and that if Eric came near the tent, he had to get through her. She didn’t want to hurt or kill anyone, but she understood this relationship, how these people worked. She knew what he’d do to her if he found out she’d helped Phae and that she knew about him. Phae’s injuries were nothing compared to what he would do to her, and she wasn’t going to allow that. Eric was a liar, a cannibal, and a serial murderer. He was obsessed with Phae, wanting her to be with him. He’d been the one to bite her, he’d cut his own finger off to make an alibi. Then he tried to make her eat it, only stopping after she’d been screaming, crying and begging him. He’d then made a gruesome ring out of the muscle and sinew, she’d seen it herself. Hell, she freaked out and attempted to grab it off of Phae’s hand, and throw it away. But Phae had panicked more about Eric noticing it being missing, to which she had to agree with. Seth had figured it out by the time she told him the next morning. Everyone was around except for Eric. Things that Eric said didn’t add up. Phae’s terrified reaction when she first realized Eric was in the camp. They had to do something. The problem was what. Trying to haul him to the CDF in Cherno would likely have resulted in robbery and release of the prisoner, letting a killer run off. Secondarily, it was the word of a well-spoken, charming man, versus that of a schizophrenic woman, and the case notes she had written, realizing something was very off. Phae was medicated and doing well, but she knew the moment anyone heard the word schizophrenia, any credibility she had was out the door. People were stupid like that when it came to mental health. She didn’t know what to do, and she didn’t have time to think about it. Too on edge, waiting for him to come back, wondering if he was watching them from the woods somewhere, planning to attack them. Too busy repeatedly re-explaining everything that had happened to people who got back to camp. The only thing they had been able to come up with was putting him in handcuffs or tying his hands up at the least. That way he couldn’t hurt anyone. Maybe lock in him a room or something until they figured it out. She didn’t want to hurt him, or kill him, Seth on the other hand, she was not so sure about. It had all happened so fast. Walking back after doing some chores, there was Eric, sitting with Tivian by a fire. Her heart had nearly stopped. Tivian didn’t know yet, or had forgotten that it had been Eric. Not hard to see why, Eric was being polite and charming as usual. Seth appeared and they’d gotten him to the cabin, then in handcuffs before he realized anything was happening. She still couldn’t believe that. Every second she had expected a gun in her face and yelling to start, then pain, only it hadn’t happened. Seth had confronted Eric with the information. Making Phae speak up and say what he did to her. She knew it had been meant to help Phae be the stronger person, to be able to face her attacker, she’d held her hand and felt the woman shaking in fear. She did it though. After that, oddly, Eric confessed to everything, saying he was even proud of it and that Phae was his, like an animal. She’d never forget the grin he had on his face, how proud of that he was. How sick it made her feel. Then Seth mentioned the word torture. That she was not okay with, and she made it clear. Also the problem being Seth also was making it very clear that it would get very ugly for anyone who tried to get in his way, and his weaponry was better. Several others had voiced their opinions that it wasn’t acceptable, but they’d been ignored, and still, outgunned. Seth was also incredibly intelligent, she had no doubt his capabilities of being dangerous. She’d walked out in disgust, not knowing what to do, only to walk right into an off duty Casper Hawk. As she had been so wonderfully and repeatedly, reminded afterward, the smart thing would have been to say something to him about what was happening. Allow him to intervene or call for backup. Only that requires thinking. When you’re filled with adrenaline and fear, your body likes to ignore the thinking part completely. The only thing working was instinct, and her instinct was that she liked Casper, and didn’t want him to be hurt. She’d pissed him off multiple times she was sure for raising hell with the UN, though one time they really deserved it. They’d broken their own damn rules in abandoning a settlement without moving the people in their care to some kind of short term space. It nearly spilled into a complete disaster. Otherwise she liked him, he seemed to be generally a good person. She could only seem to contemplate that and Seth’s threat to anyone in his way. She wasn’t exactly feeling comfortable having a door as the only thing separating them at the moment. She’d ending up grabbing Casper by the arm and trying to haul him a good distance away from the building, trying to explain what was happening and that she didn’t want him to go in there, as Seth probably wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him. She’s not sure any of that came out right though, probably not considering the aftermath. Again, adrenaline and logic were usually not a good combination. Thankfully Reed was right behind her, backing her up. Only no one seemed to remember that part. Upon stopping, spitting out the story the best she could, trying to calm her racing mind and just think, gunshots erupted. Apparently Eric had attempted to bitten his tongue off, which was possible if the body could fight the instinct to protect itself. More likely he drowned in his own blood. That made Seth not happy, and he angrily put some rounds in the body to feel slightly better. It had been fully downhill from there. The incident had been reported, which she had expected. What she didn’t expect was being grilled by three people, one of which due to their reaction and position, should never have been there demanding answers in the first place. Also now something Seth did was also getting thrown in her face. Dolores, a girl partially in her care, whom she cared very much for, had disappeared for over a week, no word about leaving, just gone. Scared the hell out of them all. She suddenly reappeared just fine, having needed to be alone for a bit. That wouldn’t have been an issue, the issue was her not telling anyone. Seth was furious and said that he was going to hit her so she wouldn’t forget, which had erupted into her chewing him out about how not okay that was. They’d ended up with her giving Seth a death stare until he adamantly repeated he was speaking metaphorically. She still hadn’t bought it, but Seth started talking with Dolores when she couldn’t stay awake any longer. She’d made herself stand nearby, watching intently, then nearly fell asleep standing up. He’d appeared to be keeping his word, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open, she gave up and went to bed. Turns out the next morning of course he wasn’t being metaphorical. He’d explained apparently why he’d hit her, and Dolores had a major bruise on her face. She then turned around and raised hell with Seth again, who was adamant it was good for her and she wouldn’t do it again. Apparently that had been the environment Seth was raised in, and Phae to a degree. It didn’t make it right by any means, but people disciplined differently. She knew way too many stories of much worse times when teachers could hit you with rulers, a cane, beat you. Parents frequently using belts as whips, etc. They all horrified her. It was still a majorly ethical debate. She’d been intending to sit and talk with Dolores about it, about why she felt she couldn’t talk to anyone and didn’t contact them, about why she needed to, in case she ever did it again. So that got thrown in as allowing child abuse. Seriously? Even with that incident, Dolores loved ‘Uncle Seth’. He was one of the few people she felt safe with and who she knew would protect her in every way he could. What the fuck did they expect her to do, have a group of armed people come forcefully take Dolores (as she would have refused to leave her current company) away? A 13 year old girl who was already traumatized and afraid of people? Who, while this incident not being okay, was also constantly with different people who she considered new family, taking care of her, people who she felt safe and happy with. She was just supposed to take this one incident when Seth had never shown any time of violence or manipulation towards Dolores, and force the already terrified of strangers girl, to go somewhere with strangers and never see the people she cared about again? Except under the rules of people who did not know any of them? When she didn’t want to go with them? Fuck that. None of them had come to Dolores’s aid when she was scared and alone in a church, having locked herself inside, infected outside, on a broken radio, crying for help. That had been Wyatt, a police woman, and herself. They were the ones who reached out and found the girl. If she had felt Dolores was in danger in any way with Seth and Phae, she would have grabbed her and left without hesitation. But no, apparently now she was a murderer and child abuser, and getting screamed at by someone who kept trying to turn her words against her. The next day she had found Dr. Luke Andersson had returned to camp. She went to greet him, exhausted and upset at the current events. He was having a difficult time too from what he told her, but he’d also immediately picked up on her distress and insisted that she speak to him as a patient to a doctor. Even as a doctor herself, she had the legal right to speak to a therapist if she needed it, and any mentions of a patient being involved with the stress, was also protected by law. That and Phae didn’t care who heard the story, as long as it was the truth. She had no reason to lie, nor talk about the incident, except people kept demanding the story. At that point, the Dr. had no private room. Even if they had gone into the hospital, it was too easy to be overheard even in normal conversation. The same with anywhere else in camp, or in a house nearby, and they were too exhausted to walk far away. It was decided that even though it was a private session as her being a client to Dr. Andersson, they were just going to have to trust the people in the camp, who were all UN or WHO at the time, to be professional. To try to keep as quiet as they could and hope that anyone who noticed it would recognize it as a session and ignore the conversation like they normally should have, being professionals. That was a massive mistake. Hours later it was nearly being flung around camp that she’d broken her patient’s confidentiality and all the details of how she let someone die. First off, legally there had to be written consent of confidentiality for it to stand up in court. She had none, because this wasn’t exactly like she had paperwork, injuries were an emergency basis and she was helping people who needed it. She kept records for herself, for if she needed to treat someone again later, the other doctors did the same thing. The confidentiality was by her morals, she treated them as though they were an unspoken contract, and it wasn’t exactly like they had a choice to sign a bunch of paperwork while bleeding out or something. She wasn’t going to break that trust. Secondly and more importantly, she had Phae’s permission. Third, whoever had been so cheerful about spreading the news of her ‘breaking’ a client confidentiality agreement, didn’t seem to realize that they were doing exactly that. She told Andersson later, and to say he was furious would have been an understatement. But the damage had been done, spreading like wildfire. The talk itself had been helpful. She’d been questioning everything she did, how she felt, how she’d messed up, if she really was a horrible person. Andersson listened and backed up her actions thoroughly. He agreed that Phae had lied due to fear of retaliation, and with valid fear of it. It was a completely normal and expected reaction of anyone under those circumstances. Lying to others was protecting both them and yourself in those circumstances. The fact that she’d pulled Phae away from the building, to her tent, treated her, gotten her comfortable, and was willing to use lethal force to protect both of them, he felt was both acceptable and commendable. He explained most people would have just ignored the situation in hope to not be involved, or taken her to be someone else’s problem. Yes she was a doctor, but her patient’s life had been under threat. She had protected her patient to the best of her ability. If that meant lethal force, then so be it. Eric had proven he was an extremely dangerous individual. When questioned more about it, he firmly stated that the largest fact that anyone with a degree in psychology would notice immediately, and take note of, was that she hid Phae and stayed with her. She did NOT attempt to go find, confront, or hunt down Eric. Nor did she try to lure him to where she could hurt him. Even talking with Seth later, any plans made were to subdue him so he couldn’t hurt anyone else. No plans of hurting him, killing him or him disappearing. Put in cuffs, then figure out plan. All of her actions were completely protective and self-defensive. He had repeatedly reassured her that it wasn’t questionable. Phae was in no way showing Stockholm syndrome. She did not in any way empathize with what Eric was doing, or okay his actions in any ways. In situations with captors, it’s fully expected and actually encouraged by police for the victim to emphasize with their captor, it keeps them alive. Typically if the victim acknowledged the captor as a human, who is struggling somehow, and had emotions and feelings, and acknowledged them, it could produce a profound effect. The captor would finally have someone who ‘understands’ or is willing to ‘listen’. The victim, is like them, suddenly not a victim, but another person. Usually the captor would reciprocate and actually be protective of the victim. This behavior was fully expected by police and psychology units. They worked around it, then the brainwashing effects could be fixed via therapy later, when they were safe. Phae showed none of those symptoms. He had confirmed Eric was not mentally ill, and knew exactly what he was doing. He flat out stated multiple times he was a hardened Sociopathic murder. Eric had not only murdered and cannibalized someone, he’d done it multiple times. He enjoyed it, he’d admitted to getting sexual pleasure from it. He’d enjoyed hurting Phae, watching her scream and beg. He’d gone through the black market to get his fill of female flesh when he knew killing was not an option and he would be caught. Someone who didn’t know what they were doing, would not have done that. He knew exactly what he was doing and that it was wrong. The Hippocratic Oath specifically referenced a doctor and patient. At the same time, he agreed it was outdated and understood most people didn’t take it anymore, or took a changed version. There were cases of doctors killing in self-defense and never getting their licenses revoked. Hell, she’d read a story of a doctor in a hospital, where an angered patient came in and started shooting. The doctor had pulled his gun, and shot the attacker. The news was having fits about the oath, yet everyone in the hospital and first responders agreed without hesitation, that he had saved them all from what would have been a massacre. In this case, she had protected her patient who had nearly been beaten to death hours before. As for ‘not doing what she should have’ he actually facepalmed in response. After a long sigh he explained, confirming what she already had though. We like to plan these scenarios out in our heads and say ‘if this ever happens, this is what I’m going to do.’ You believe that is how you will act, fully. You can get it down to muscle memory even. You can tell yourself over and over, this is what will happen and this is how I will react. But as soon as it really happens, it never actually goes the way you planned it. When you get fight or flight, you also get freeze, which most people don’t know. Something happens you freeze, you’re trying to take in all of this information and no matter what you’ve told yourself, you can’t think of how to respond. It’s a natural response. In cases like this, the body goes to instinct. It literally does not give you the option to think, because if you pause to think, you could be dead. Your body takes over, which he explained, was what happened. She knew there was a threat, and she wanted to make sure the person was safe, so she pulled him away from what could potentially hurt or kill him if he went near it. Completely natural response. In these situations, you just don’t think ‘tell so and so to call backup’. You think ‘get the fuck out of the target zone.’ Also, he had added, in the short amount of time for you to pull him away, talk, and hear those gunshots, how many minutes passed? She wasn’t sure, 2, 5? ‘Even if you had him call backup, there is no way they would have reached the area in time to stop what happened. You knew if he went inside it could mean his death, you did the most rational thing you could have done at the time. You can’t beat yourself up for not doing something else.’ He was even more worried about the psychological effect all of that was having on Phae, and begged her to call, and ask her to come speak with him. She did, and Phae had come, telling the same story over again. She was glad for that, Phae talking with Andersson seemed to really help, and it was kind of Andersson to have done that. Seth even came with Phae at one point and they responded to all questions asked about the situation. She was repeatedly being questioned, being treated with hostility and had people trying to be all friendly to her face, asking the same things, trying to reword their questions, to try to make her ‘slip up’ and change the story. Only that never happened. Each one of them was telling the truth, and they all had the exact same story because of it. You could only slip up if you were trying to remember details of a lie, she wasn’t lying. Nor was anyone else. No one seemed to remember that Reed had been there, which was probably for the best. All the anger seemed to focus on Tivian, John, and her. She had been glad for Ripley too. Ripley had listened, like Andersson. Phae even gave permission for her to show Ripley the papers she had written documenting everything as it happened. All the stories under cross examination matched, her writing lined up with what she was saying, and what she later discovered about Eric. He was getting hell for it, she could tell, he was one of the few people who seemed to be looking at it rationally. He was actually looking at the facts, what they were saying, not what others were saying, who hadn’t even been there until after it all happened. She could only be thankful for that. He understood her confusion with the whole situation with Dolores, and agreed that it would be wrong for a bunch of strangers to just take her away. Unless her safety was under threat, and between her and Wyatt, he didn’t think either would allow her to be in such a position. He’d also seen Dolores a few times after the incident. He couldn’t disagree that she seemed happy and comfortable, very evidently not wanting to leave Wyatt or the others. It felt like people were nearly an angry mob, all in one mindset and not being rational, just demanding what they wanted to see happen. It had been terrifying. She was beyond thankful for the few who had stood their ground, refusing to believe the mob mentality. She couldn’t help but feel without them, Tivian and her may have been lynched. The military higher ups deemed them innocent to vigilante murder charges, thankfully. It still didn’t end. She tried to leave again, but due to some things happening never got out of town that night. She ended up being needed the next day for someone in surgery. Then there was the madness that resulted from a stupid plan. Apparently someone or people believed that they were still lying about the whole situation. Tivian had been taken to a building and ‘detained’ against his will, told the case had been reopened, verbally interrogated, and then was told that if him or any of them tried to run, all the organized governments would hunt them down as wanted criminals. The case had been closed, then somehow re-opened, and it seemed like they were about to be arrested. She’d remembered the frantic radio call, her trying to calm him down, and panicking herself in the confusion. They had called Phae to see if she and Seth were willing to come talk, again, to officials there if need be, and of course they were. Seth also inquired about bringing a group with him just in case, to which all of them shut the idea down as being a horrible one. She had returned to camp, only to not have Ripley say one word to her about it, which she thought as very strange. They went into chaos when Seth still thought his plan was a good one and terrified everyone into thinking an attack was happening. Apparently he had decided against advice, that he should bring some people, just in case they needed to be ‘forcefully removed’ from the camp. She appreciated the intention of him wanting to help, he had just gone about it in the worst way possible. Tivian had also shown up and flipped out, not that she blamed him. It became obvious something was wrong very quickly, as Ripley was just as confused as they were. Once everyone calmed down and Tivian managed to speak without yelling, things began to make sense. He’d been taken by people with no jurisdiction to take him, held against his will in a building via thought he would try to run away (which a guilty person would have done long ago), told the case had been reopened, and verbally interrogated thoroughly by someone trying to ‘break’ him of his ‘lying’. Then threatened with being a convicted criminal if he, or any of them, tried to leave. The shock of someone actually going to that length, absolutely terrified her. If you repeatedly ask the same questions, especially mix up wording to try to catch a liar, and it doesn’t work, that should tell you something. Because if someone is lying, that tactic nearly always works to make them mix something up. Secondly, the only thing she could think of was people being physically tortured, until they ‘confessed’ to whatever it was their captor wanted them to confess to. It wasn’t the truth, it was what the captor wanted them to say, and so they could claim it as truth. The real truth wasn’t enough, so they were put under pressure to say anything to make the pain stop. Millions of innocent people died throughout history due to that kind of behavior. That’s nearly what this person had tried to do to Tivian, and they somehow thought they were on the right side. Everything they had done regarding it was illegal. Ripley stated firmly that they had absolutely no authority to even question Tivian, let alone demand, detain, and threaten him. It made her sick, to think people she had looked up to so much, were going to these lengths. It horrified her that they could think their actions were justifiable. They should know better, they did know better. Again she wanted to leave, but again people needed her more. She wasn’t going to turn away anyone who needed her help. People were dying, it was her job to do everything she could to help them. It’s what she had chosen to do with her life. Then more chaos, then the attack. She didn’t want to think about that, every part of it was so beyond fucked up. The first thing that always came into her mind about it, that made her want to automatically cry, was Anton. She’d gotten a crush on him when she first met him at the airfield. He seemed to be one of the only rational people she’d met in what felt like a world of chaos. Not surprising she’d fallen for him in that regard. He’d been brought up in some of the worst circumstances possible, yet he still seemed like a good, well intentioned, rational person. Someone who along with others struggled because people viewed them by their nation, not as individual people. He didn’t want to conquer anything, he just wanted to have his job done so he could go home, like what everyone else wanted. He nearly always had her laughing. She always felt like an awkward idiot trying to talk to him though, being social was not on her list of things she could do well. Emphasize, yes. Try to have normal small talk with someone, nope. Flirting was completely out of her range. It wasn’t reciprocated though, that was obvious enough. It was what it was. She’d done her best to move on, and it was going rather well she thought. Anton had brought his partner to camp, Taryn, who she met and helped. She liked her, seemed a lot like herself personality wise. Probably why they got along so well. Taryn was also in trauma surgery, but had not been able to finish her residency when the virus hit. She was also pregnant. She had needed help with something Beth wasn’t even sure she could do. They had a bit of an adventure running around the hospital, looking for supplies that could help them, luckily they finally found what they needed. Taryn trusted her to try, it wasn’t like they had much of a choice otherwise. Thankfully it had been a lot easier than anyone anticipated. The longest part being the anesthetic to take effect. Then Anton had been shot, his arm not working. He’d come to her. The surgery had been intense, Taryn and Tivian helped, it ended up being successful. He’d been able to leave with Taryn, under instructions that he would need to rest his shoulder, probably for about 3 months. Though one thing had greatly disturbed her, people talking about Anton beating Taryn. When she went to Seth and Tony’s camp to help someone, some people had talked about it on the way. It had made her feel sick, she didn’t want to believe it. Taryn hadn’t shown any signs of being abused of any sort. It made her really worried. At the same time she wasn’t sure it was true. She hoped if it was that Taryn would say something. She wasn’t going to ignore it, but she had no evidence except hearing the two men talking, and she’d seen Taryn the day or two before. She had not seen bruising or indications of being struck with anything on her body. Nothing mental had seemed like it was off or distressed in any way. When the compound had been stormed, it was obviously a shock she was not prepared for. What she really, hadn’t been prepared for, was hearing Anton’s voice amongst those giving commands. The confusion as she realized it was him, somehow carrying and aiming a large gun at her face. Shouting, disorienting people. The shock, that he was doing this. Not understanding why, trying to calm him, he didn’t need to shout at her. She didn’t understand. Why? She’d thought he was her friend, that she was someone he felt he could trust. She remembered pleading, trying to keep people calm. It was literally her and a bunch of civilians and injured people. There was no need or reason to hurt any of them, most were already hurt. Not to mention it was a war crime to attack a hospital, especially if it was only a doctor and innocents, she figured that wouldn’t have mattered though. It didn’t, she didn’t even bother to bring it up. She remembered Ella nearly breaking down, her shouting at them to calm down while Ella was lying on the ground shaking. They didn’t need to point guns at her, they didn’t need to shout. She could hear but she couldn’t speak back to them. She’d listen, she was just terrified. Anton knew, he had known, that she would have accepted being beaten, if it meant the others being okay. He made sure to not even give her the option, going directly to threatening the injured and civilians. They wanted Casper and Faith, who had been around earlier, she had no idea where they were, they must have run, smart. What the hell did they want them for? What did they think they were going to get from them? Then they threatened to start shooting people, both injuring and killing. If it had been her, she’d have accepted it, but he knew that. Instead he’d indicated Smithy, who already had two broken ribs, asking how long it took to bleed out from the femoral artery. Implying he would cut or shoot him and force her to watch him bleed to death. Then hurt Ella, and the rest, making her watch them die, painfully, and be able to do nothing. It felt like he’d stabbed her with a knife in the chest. She’d had no choice but to use the radio, her heart in her stomach with dread, part of her praying no one responded, and part of her hoping someone would. She almost cried hearing Casper’s voice respond that he was coming back. She didn’t want him to, she knew whatever these people wanted, that it was bad. She didn’t want anyone to be hurt, but if he didn’t, people would be killed. She’d nearly been yanked off the ground and shoved. She noticed Smithy trying to plead with the attackers, that he couldn’t walk due to his ribs. They toppled him out of his wheelchair and kicked him. They had shot someone else already, one of the rangers. Making him drag himself, blood all around him. “Elizabeth, get your friend here before I shoot him.” She still wasn’t sure how she had done it, adrenaline was the only guess. She’d somehow managed to nearly carry Smithy, him hobbling as they were shouted at to move faster or be shot. Ella was ahead and watching her with panicked eyes. She nearly dragged Smithy across the field, him hobbling to the best of his ability. She remembered him looking at her with a panicked expression, gasping for breath, “I think I’m going to pass out…” She looked him dead in the eyes and responded, “If you pass out, we’re both dead.” They somehow got to the woods, she nearly collapsed, and was yanked away from Smithy. Ella was watching with more panic, she did her best to reassure her, to just do what they said, it would be okay. Somehow. She felt someone yanking her away, deeper into the woods. Ella and the others vanished from her view and she was terrified. What did they want? She wasn’t U.N. She was just a citizen, someone who decided to help hurt people, not sit around and do nothing. The person shoved her back so he could look at her. He was wearing a clown mask, like the others. His voice wasn’t familiar. She didn’t know who he was or what he wanted. “You.” His voice spoke firmly. “Down.” The ground collided hard against her chest and head, knocking the breath out of her. That was unnecessary. She’d had no intentions to argue, but then the blow hit her back, making her scream in pain. She instinctively rolled to her side, trying to curl up. Only to have a foot slam into her chest, she heard a sickening crack as a pain she had never felt before flooded over her. All she could do was scream, and try to curl up, trying to protect her head and chest. She couldn’t breathe, her chest felt like fire. One kick to her jaw left her seeing stars and hearing another horrifying crunch, the pain immobilizing. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid from the pain she would find her jaw on the floor, or all of her teeth. More kicks, to the chest, the head, and one hit her left arm as she was trying to shield herself and she heard a snap as she felt more pain. She had no idea how long it went on for. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. All she could think about was the pain and begging it to end, it felt like forever. She’d cooperated, why was he hurting her? Finally, the blows stopped. “Now be a good girl, and stay down.” The voice commanded. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, her body shuttered in between sobs and screams of pain, only they sounded odd, something was off. It was a terrifying sound. That and she couldn’t breathe. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out, but she wasn’t that lucky. She heard the footsteps fade away, and it was quiet, except for her own tortured cries. She couldn’t get a full breath of air. Was her lung or both lungs collapsing? Did she have air in her chest? Was she bleeding internally? She started panicking even more. Managing a few choked moments of silence to listen, she didn’t hear anything, just the wind. ‘I’m going to die out here. Alone.’ The realization hit her. That made her more afraid than the pain did. Left like this, if she was bleeding or a lung failing, she would go into shock… unless… her left arm hurt too much to try to move, she used her right hand to feel along her chest. Her vest laden with medical supplies was still on her…they hadn’t taken it? Thankful for that, she slid her fingers into a pocket by muscle memory. Pulling an injector out, she used her thumb to flick it open and slam it into her thigh, dropping it next to her when the injection finished. Morphine burned running through her veins, but quickly began to calm the pain. Taking her from wanting to be dead, to feeling like she must be. Reaching to her backpack she had managed to tug off a lantern, setting it in front of her, partially clinging to it. She wasn’t sure why, with the drugs running through her everything was slowing down, she just knew she wanted it. As she lost consciousness, she wondered which would find her first, the wolves or the infected, and how much it would hurt, if she would suffer. Much later, finding out what happened, that Faith had been forced to come back, and what was done to them. All she could do was cry and feel awful. There was nothing she could have done and she knew that. But she still felt horrible. All choices were fucked up in that situation. The people fucked up even more. The fact Anton instigated things being done, she couldn’t let herself think about it. Did Taryn know he did this? Was she in on it somehow? If so, how could she possibly approve of what was done? She woke up from the pain twice more, managing to again administer shots of morphine. It was cold, and started raining. She couldn’t move, she let the morphine take her away. The third time, she turned the lantern on. Maybe someone would see it, maybe someone would investigate it… or an infected would. She blacked out again. A voice had woken her, distant and strained. Several moments passed before she could make out anything. She recognized her name, as the voice spoke again, right by her head. She felt like ice, she was soaking wet as the rain poured down. Managing to open her eyes she saw a blur of red. Two people she knew wore red jackets… Her eyes focused and Reed was looking down at her. The expression on his face, she’d never seen before. Was he panicking? He never panicked. He was shouting something. What was going on? Everything went dark again. The next thing she had known, she was waking up. The walls and sky were green. She was in a cot, with a pillow and blanket. She hurt, and felt like she was floating. Also, a strange weight… Looking over a small bit, she saw the smaller body nearly entwined around her. Ella was passed out, her head resting on her chest, nearly her shoulder. Her left arm was restrained somehow. Something was around her head and mouth. Ella’s arms were carefully wrapped around her, almost like she was trying to be some kind of physical shield. Glancing over her, she didn’t appear to be hurt. She hoped for the best. Ella at least looked peaceful while asleep. Hearing a swish noise, she turned her head a bit to the side. She couldn’t see in the dark, but a familiar voice immediately set her at ease. “Elizabeth? Are you awake?” A light clicked on, she managed to give a small smile to Doctor Tyrus Mason. He sighed deeply, looking at her with a sigh of relief. Walking over he sat down next to her, gently taking her hand in his and giving it a small squeeze, she squeezed back, making him smile. She tried to open her mouth, only to realize she couldn’t. “No, no.” Tyrus gently fussed. “Don’t try to talk right now.” She blinked in confusion. “You were hurt very badly.” He explained. Figured that much. He chuckled slightly at her expression, patting her head in a fond gesture. “I don’t know what the hell happened. Reed and Tivian found you, they brought you here. You’re at the NATO camp. You’re somewhere safe. Reed found you in the woods, behind the hospital, soaked and freezing, managed to carry you here. Tivian called ahead to alert me. From what I can tell you had the shit beaten out of you. Left Ulna and four ribs, either fractured or broken. Don’t have X-ray to validate. I’m leaning towards fractures. A lot of heavy bruising and cuts all over. Some look like defensive wounds, especially the Ulna injury. You also had your jaw dislocated. I managed to set it, no bone damage or broken teeth, luckily. It’s going to be very painful for a few weeks. I’ll be keeping you on muscle relaxers and painkillers until then. You’re going to have to keep to a soft food diet and try to not talk for a bit.” ------------------ // TBC! sorry for the abrupt cutoff but I wanted to get what I had posted as its a lot
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    *Abdul speaks into his radio* Salamu Alaykum brothers and sisters. Some of you may have heard of us, and some may have not. For those that have not, and for those that are ignorant, this is a message. The Islamic State of Takistan has expanded to Chernarus now. The Al-Takhari Mujahideen are here to expand the caliphate and to purge all the shaytan and the filthy kafir from the earth. There are three choices everyone in this land has. One: Convert to Islam, and accept Allah into your heart. Two: Support the caliphate by paying forth a Jizyah tax, consisting of medical supplies, food, and rifle ammunition. Three: Die with the rest of the shaytan and kafir in the land. Those are your choices. Choose wisely, and Allah will protect you from the filth that now inhabits this earth. Allahu Akbar. *A loud roar of men repeating "Allahu Akbar" can be heard before the radio cuts out*
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    @JimRP heard u been ddosing people hmmmmmmmmmm
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    I had fun walking with you guys it was really funny listening to you two bicker <3 Also got my butt saved by some of the bounty hunters so kudos to them had fun
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    thx for the rp tonight @Kirby Kunkka and @Jade
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    Had some Nice Rp with @Jade and @Sarilla was a good day
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    Unfortunately very few people are in the mood to guard a camp in the way it is needed to really make it flourish. Also having rule armor for those people is iffy but it would make sense if it was guarded by the CDF or NATO as they are still very powerful outside of this province, hence why you wouldn't attack it = rule armor = you'd realistically get duked on, it's not ideal but meh. Back in Mod even staff had issues guarding and CRing tradepost, and we would need a dedicated group of people in several different timezones to even maintain presence in the here and now. I could get some people together but it's hard to promise anything and it would suck to get something together only to have it fade and the CRs lose interest or taper off. Doesn't help with the DDOSing and people dying of old age waiting for .63. Ground Zero and the current safe zone's proximity to it is not an issue as the radiation isn't the most immediate danger, despite what was put in the Ground Zero post. Radiation is "cool" and hence people just paid attention to it. The issue is that there is some sort of biological contamination at the site that can make you sick, but that sort of went over people's heads. But generally I believe the safezone if we do keep it should be somewhere more central or away from the north a bit to spread folks out. As mentioned it is much more rewarding to come across a person outside of a hotspot that has been visited to death and is the site of many shenanigans that drive people away. I have not been to Severograd once since last Lore wipe and I don't really intend to. I love hanging around outlying areas or traveling here and there. If the people were in place to do it we could realistically have the CDF send a detachment from Miroslavl to operate some sort of outpost on the Zagorian frontier to keep in contact with the people and to operate a hub. Lots of interesting Lore could come of that, or if you guys prefer we could go more minimalistic and find some old Chernarussian codger who opened the doors of his tavern or Summer camp to survivors. Perhaps a group of civilians, or any other combination of things. The people just have to be there and the interest has to be based on more than just a "no PvP zone". Which is why if it was run by the CDF you could conduct trade and relations and that sort of thing. Either way we do it (if it happens at all) we can write up a proper bit of Lore for it to compliment those who occupy and run it. I would advise maybe moving it to Green Mountain for the time being and then revisiting this idea closer to .63 when we might can revive a faction or mobilize something when there is a bit more interest. The Vavilovo or Kamensk Gas Station CP, Bereziki, and Skalisty Island are good spots if we want to spread folks out a bit. Nobody goes there because there is nothing novel about it and there is nothing more than a magical rule field and a place where people can gather, we can make it more interesting but it may be best to wait or play around with it a bit more.
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    She listened and nodded, trying to think back. She remembered a few things but most things were a blur. She made a motion of writing with her hand, which Tyrus quickly understood and brought her a pad of paper and a pen. She moved carefully to not wake Ella, shifting her to the side on her own pillow. She carefully rolled to her side so she could use her right hand and arm. Ella had been her first priority, and for the moment, she appeared at least okay. It took a moment, she managed to write ‘is everyone okay?’ Tyrus read the note and nodded, “Everyone is alright. A bit shaken, but alright.” She narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t believe that. Though she did have to give the man credit for having an excellent poker face. ‘He’s telling you no one is dead…’ she realized. ‘No one is dead, but…whatever happened, he’s not willing to tell you…not yet anyways. He wants you to rest, heal, and not worry.’ It was bad…but she knew it had to have been. She sighed, immediately regretting it as a sharp pain went through her jaw. Tyrus frowned and patted her hand. “I’m sorry, it’s a few hours still until I can give you more medicine.” She nodded. “Here though, let’s try this.” Moving around she heard various noises, not sure what he was doing. A moment later he returned to where he had been sitting, holding a cup with a straw. “Just water, sip, and don’t choke yourself.” She nodded and leaned forward, opening her lips a tiny bit to grab the straw he was holding still for her. The water in her mouth tasted sweet, the first sip always did when you were thirsty. She reluctantly followed his instructions, taking small sips until her head started swimming. Pulling away she put her head back down on the pillow. Tyrus smiled at her with a fond expression, then became serious again. “Do you remember what happened?” She tried to think, then concentrated on writing on the pad. “Armbands, think black.” She could have sworn she had seen black armbands. Her head felt fuzzy and she paused, then put her head back down. Everything felt fuzzy and heavy. “I figured that much.” His voice was bitter, then he sighed. In a lighter tone, “I’ll be right back, there has been someone who has been very worried about you. I think they’d probably like to know you’re awake.” She nodded as his footsteps left the tent. The footsteps echoed outside, wherever they were, then she heard low voices. She felt movement, and looked over to see Ella shift a little in her sleep. She frowned looking distressed in her dream, then her right hand moved, feeling around, patting her hip, then wrapped around Beth’s lower stomach, holding her tightly. Just as quickly she relaxed and looked peaceful again. Anyone who didn’t know better probably would have thought something weird was going on. She understood though. Ella’s family had died in the civil war here. Whatever she had seen, traumatized her to where she couldn’t talk. She didn’t know what, but knew it had to be bad. In the short time they had together, she had become Ella’s older sister/mother figure. Even only being a 6 year difference. Ella had nightmares, she could only guess of what. They had been getting better, she knew Ella’s dreams were horrible. She wasn’t quite sure what happened, but she knew Ella must have felt like she nearly lost her as well. Thus the clinging. It was a physical reinforcement that she was really there. She hadn’t slipped from her hands, falling away and becoming another ghost in a dream, a haunted memory of those lost whom you could never hold again. From the loss that already happened, she needed to know Beth was there. She needed to be able to hold her, touch her, reinforce somehow she was real, she was next to her, alive, warm, even in her sleep. The thought made her sad. Hearing the curtain she looked back to the door, a red figure walked in and paused. Reed had an anxious and worried expression. Looking her over it changed to relief. Sighing deeply, he walked over and sat next to her. She couldn’t help but smile at him, happy he was there. He smiled a tiny bit back, just watching her with a more upset expression. Remembering the pen in her hand she managed to write, “I’m sorry I scared you.” He read it and shook his head. “Not your fault. I’m just glad you’re okay. I, I didn’t know when I found you…if…if you were going to make it or not.” She saw the pain in his eyes and frowned, leaning her hand out, she tried to put it against his face, trying to rub his cheek. She ended up more colliding with it in slow motion. It reminded her of a young child trying to pet a dog and smacking it on the head. Fucking medication. Reed burst out laughing. He watched her with a smile as she frowned and gently patted his cheek again, giving up and putting her hand down. He chuckled harder and watched her. “What was that?” She rolled her eyes at him. Everything felt so heavy, even her eyelids. She frowned and looked up at Reed, his expression was patient, relieved. He smiled and squeezed her hand gently. “You we’re smart to turn that lantern on. Somehow, we heard something coming through your radio, talking about behind the hospital. I got over there and saw the light, went running. Tivian was running Dr. Mason here, they were waiting for you. Tivian then got Ella and brought her here. She’s been attached to you like glue since.” She smiled a bit, blinking as her vision blurred. “You need to rest. Get some sleep, okay?” She frowned wanting to protest. “I’ll be right outside, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” She frowned and nodded, even doing that took effort. He got up and squeezed her hand. “Get some sleep.” She didn’t want to, but the strange weight pulled her down into darkness. Time went in and out, sleep, pain, awake. No idea to tell anything, she couldn’t even care to try. She just wanted to sleep. A movement woke her up. She felt arms wrapping around her shoulders and under her legs, lifting her from the bed. She growled in protest, wanting to be left alone. “I know, I know.” Tivian’s voice responded, sounding both sad and slightly amused. “I’m just taking you somewhere to get warm. It’s cold in here, I want you to warm up.” Not like she had much of a choice in the matter. Tivian was as gentle as he could be with her, carrying her bundled up in a blanket…somewhere. Was she cold? She couldn’t tell, everything just felt, empty, like she was floating. The only reason she knew she wasn’t was feeling Tivian’s arms around her. A light was on her face suddenly, along with a cool breeze. Opening her eyes she realized they were outside, somewhere. She hadn’t actually been aware of what was outside the tent, only some kind of building that kept the rain out, but wasn’t very warm. Thankfully the tent held heat pretty well. Metal beams and a large yard, with tents. She felt confused for a moment at what she was looking at, then Tivian turned. Metal beams turned to concrete. Looking around and up she recognized a construction site of some kind. Why the hell were they at a construction site? That didn’t make much sense in terms of keeping safe and hidden. She felt herself turned again and gently lowered onto the ground, the blanket being unwound from around her and laid out on the concrete floor under her. She realized why quickly, the heat of a fire washed over her, along with the smell of burning wood. It felt good. --- She woke up feeling something right in front of her, the fire was still burning and she was nice and warm. Eyes peered directly into hers, a face lying maybe an inch or two away from hers, just watching with a look of fear and concern. She tried to smile a bit and reached her hand out, rubbing Ella’s hair gently, trying to sooth her. The girls’ facial expression didn’t change. Pulling her hand back, she managed to sign ‘I’m okay.’ Ella shook her head fiercely and signed back in ASL. “No, you’re not alright!” She sighed, trying to keep her eyes open. Continuing the conversation via sign language. “I’m…. will be okay.” Ella frowned. “Just… medicine, help hurt. Make sleep lot. Give few days, be better. Promise.” Ella still didn’t look quite convinced, looking more worried. “Are you okay?” Ella frowned and angrily signed back, “Not worry about me! You one hurt!” Ella teared up slightly, signing, “I thought I lost you!” “I’m so sorry. I promise, healing. Getting better.” All she could do was frown apologetically. Ella pouted and lay back down, moving to be against her. She rested her head against Beth’s chest and wrapped her arms around her lower waist, careful to avoid her ribs. Using her right hand she wrapped it around Ella, holding her close. She ran her fingers through her hair in a soothing motion. Ella eventually calmed and cuddled against her. The world faded away again. ------- Voices. She opened her eyes, Ella was still cuddled against her. She could have sworn she heard something…. Glancing up she saw a man sitting a few feet away by the fire. He was watching Ella and her with a somewhat guilty, sad and horrified expression. She knew him…sort of. She remembered his face from Berezino…Riley was it? Sylvas? Ranger. He was a ranger…actually, if she was thinking straight he was the leader of the rangers. He looked about her age. Yes, he’d…. he’d found and brought Reed and her half a bottle of Prussian Blue when they had asked him to keep his eyes open for some of the radioactive treatment drugs. She wondered if it was still in her bag where she had put it. “Can’t believe some fucks just go and attack a hospital with a young lady doctor and a bunch of injured people being the only one’s there. Then beat them near to death, they were already hurt. Bunch of fucking cowards.” He shook his head, watching her with the same sad expression. Tivian’s voice responded somewhere behind her, she couldn’t make out what he said. The man shook his head and sighed, looking angry. She wanted to listen, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open, finding herself falling into darkness again.
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    Got to work, did two checks. Weather is shit and the place is still open with 85mph winds outside on a seafront restaurant. Cleans down, goes home. Love the day
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    When you thinking you hot shit inside the safe zone and surrounded by your friends but you getting robbed by a real nibba
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    "If you have triplets, give one away" - Hannibal Buress
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    *Presses PTT* I am an Atheist. My father married a Turk and throughout the entirety of my life I have been around Islam and the TRUE Muslim people. You are NOT fighters of Allah and his prophet Mohammed. You are sick individuals who use his name for your own gain. And soon you shall be meeting Eblis in Jahannam. If you wish to learn about Islam - these... men... cowards... are not the way. *releases ptt*
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    *Reed would reply after being woken up by the radio.* "Okay Okay, serial killer? Don't assume a serial murderer until.. well... there is a serial murder..." *A pause* "As much as I hate to say it, a proper investigation is unlikely, due to there being no organised police force..." *Another pause* "This seems serious, just... just use common sense and stay out of the area for now." *He would drop the radio on the table and slump back down on the bed.*
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    *John would press the PTT* Ya know, if there's one good thing about the world going to shit it's that I don't have to be PC anymore. Fuck you Bronze Age, towel head, goat fucking pieces of human garbage. Check your history, your people always lose. *Releases the PTT*
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    Chapter 8: Devils Crossroads Several weeks had passed since the first time Ivan had felt what he'd felt in that tower, and so much had happened in that time.... So much.... And now? Now everything had come full circle. Here he stood, facing the one person he'd never expected nor wanted to see again. Somehow though, he'd always known it would come down to this, ever since he heard that this man was in the country, ever since he'd heard that he was being hunted. He stood at a crossroad in the middle of nowhere, staring across the pavement, his pistol drawn, aimed at the other mans head. The other man had his own weapon drawn as well, a slick looking, engraved colt 1911. Ivan looked down the barrel of the weapon aimed straight at his skull, before flicking his eyes back to those of his opponent, green meeting dark grey. Anthony Santoro didn't smile, his lips simply twitched as he looked at Ivan. "Well.... here we are. I've been looking for you, and you've been looking for me, though I have a feeling each with different intentions." Ivan glared at the other man. His breathing was controlled, his movement precise and critical. He took a step to his left, and Santoro took a step to his. They began circling each other slowing, neither taking their aim or their gaze off the other. "Tell me, Ivan. What is it you're trying to achieve. You finally find me after all this time, and your first response is to pull a gun on me?" The continue to circle each other. Ivan remains silent. After a moment, Santoro speaks again. "Where are the others? The ones I sent here with you?" "Dead." Ivan stated simply, his tone cold, his finger pressing against the trigger of his glock a little more firmly. Santoro was quiet of a moment. "How did they die?" Ivan's eye gave an odd twitch. "Some were killed during the chaos in Severograd during the outbreak. I killed the rest." Santoro's face hardened. "You killed my men." It was not a question, more of a blunt statement. "Why did you kill them, Ivan? Why did you kill men that were loyal to me, loyal to you? Some of them were your friends." There was anger in his voice. "They made a choice, and I made mine." Ivan stated simply. "Your rules don't apply out here, and they weren't willing to see past that. I killed them before they became a problem." Santoro's face hardened further, his brow furrowing into a deep frown. He took a step closer as they circled, prompting Ivan to do the same. "And now what?" He snarled. "What do you plan to do now that you've found me? Why are you here?" Ivan's eyes were like iron, his gaze firm. "I am here, to kill you." He said, each word dropping like a ten ton anvil. Santoro's face curled into a hateful sneer, and he turned his head, just for a second, to spit to the side. "Really Ivan?" He snapped. "After all I'd done for you? After all the things I helped you with? All the business with Jackie Marco, I did for you, to help you avenge your wife and son!?" "Don't try and pull that bullshit on me." Ivan growled, his grip hardening. They both took another step towards each other, continuing to circle. There was only a few feet between them now. "It was all a means to an end. Taking Marco down was your ambition before they took me, before they KILLED MY FAMILY IN FRONT OF MY EYES!!!!" He shouted the last words, his composure breaking for just a moment. That moment was all it took. Santoro saw it in his eyes, through that tiny chink in his armor. Revelation spread across his face, accompanied by a small smile. "Ooooh...." He breathed. "So THAT'S it, is it?" He didn't need to elaborate, Ivan knew that he knew. "It doesn't matter what it's about." Ivan growled. "No.... I've only seen that look once before in you Ivan. The look of a man who's either lost everything, or has something that he's too afraid to loose. And I know you.... you're acting far to controlled to have lost everything just yet, so that only leave one logical conclusion...." Ivan's face hardened, it took every fiber of his being not to pull the trigger right here and then, simply because he knew Santoro would do the same. He wasn't ready to die, simply because Santoro was right; he had something to loose, something worth living for, that he wasn't prepared to give up. "Tell me, Ivan.... do you love this one too?" Ivan stopped moving, his heart was hammering against his chest. For once in his life, he was afraid of the man he was aiming at..... and that fear made him hesitate. That's when Santoro made his move. Ivan had never seen the man fight before, never knew what he was capable of until that moment. Santoro aimed downward as he darted forward, shooting Ivan once in the leg, the bullet grazing the bone, cracking it. Ivan yelled out and stumbled as he pulled the trigger of his own weapon, the bullet going well over Santoro's head. Despite being a smaller man than Ivan, he was incredible fit, and he slammed into Ivan like a train, forcing him to the floor and knocking his gun out of reach. Ivan groaned in pain, but rage caused him to continue fighting. He grabbed Santoro by the shirt, flipping him over his head and slamming him onto the ground, back first. The other man growled, and scrambled to him feet. Ivan forced himself to one knee and twisted to face Santoro, but the other man was already up, and having held on to his own weapon, now had it aimed directly at Ivan. Ivan froze, now wounded and unarmed, totally at the mercy of the man in front of him. His heart pounded hard as images and memories of Evelyn washed over him. Why had he not just stayed with her? Why had he gone out looking by himself? Why had he acted so hastily, with such impulse? "You fucking TRAITOR!" Santoro roared at Ivan, getting to his feet fully, holding his side with one hand. It seemed the impact may've damaged a rib or two, but it would make little difference now. "After everything I gave you, all the power, all the respect! I took you in, built you up from nothing! I trusted you to get shit done, and when I try and find you again when the world goes to hell, you throw it all back in my face for some..... bitch?!" He spat the last word. Ivan stared at the barrel of the mans gun. He wasn't paying attention to the mans words, not anymore. He was badly wounded, too wounded to stand. Blood streamed slowly from the wound in his leg forming a small pool around him. If this was really the end.... "Look at me." Santoro growled. Ivan's eyes slowly moved up the mans arm, and their gaze locked. "I'm going to kill her, Ivan." He said, his shoulders relaxing. His voice was cold. "Marco broke you once, and I built you into something stronger. I made you into a stone cold killing machine, made you rich, made you powerful..... now I'm going to break you all over again. Put you back in your place." A maddened smile played upon his lips. "I'm going to make you watch someone you love get torn from you all over again. Only unlike Marco.... I'm going to make it slow." He spread his arms, gesturing around them. "With the world in it's current state, we certainly have the time for in." Ivan shook his head slowly, staring at Santoro with loathing, defiance and absolute, utter fury. "I won't let you." He growled, his words practically dripping with barely contained menace. "You lay a single finger on her, and I swear to you.... there won't be a hole on earth that you'll be able to hide from what comes next." Santoro gritting his teeth. breathing heavily, his shoulder rising and falling. "And I swear to you, Ivan Lynch...." "Threaten her again....." Ivan dared him. "Threaten her again....." "I SWEAR to you Ivan Lynch!" Santoro snapped, his voice rising. "I'll take all the information you have on her from you, by whatever means necessary, and I WILL make you watch as I inflict every horror that you can imagine on her, before putting her in the ground with the rest of your family!" Ivan felt his gut clench. He couldn't bear to see that.... not that and not to her.... not to her. No. Don't think like that. She's stronger than him. She'll find him first and she'll kill him.... I know she will. Calm slowly spread across Ivan's face as he thought about it. Santoro had NO idea what he was getting into. Ivan looked him dead in the eye, a slight glint in his green depths. "The may god be with you Anthony Santoro.... because nobody else in this world will be." Santoro's face hardened. He looked at Ivan with a calculating look, evaluating his words. "You know what?" He eventually said. His voice was eerily calm. Ivan felt his blood run cold. He knew that look and he knew that voice. Santoro took a step back, and raised his gun again, right at Ivan's head. "Perhaps I should take an.... alternate approach...." Ivan took a shuddering breath, knowing what was about to happen. He thought of Evelyn, wanting her to be his last thoughts, if this really was the end. It was odd..... that in all their travels, he never even learnt her last name.... "Who knows...." Santoro continued, his lips twitching in the ghost of a smile. No.... I know her last name. Ivan closed his eyes, letting out a final breath. "Maybe this will just be easier." Evelyn Lynch. Santoro pulled the trigger.
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    In spite of the server trying to shit on us..... Proof @Dirty Dan is a freaking boss..... https://clips.twitch.tv/GentleSarcasticPheasantCoolCat
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    Well you're not the first to admit it. Many admitted it that DayzSA is not on par with what the mod used to be. Surely it has improved over the last few years, but it's still the bastard child that should have been, but never was. Before Dayz SA was released this community was a whole lot different. We had actual fun. Then suddenly NO fun allowed, and and unfinished crap game was released. Then again, I never understood why Dayz SA ever got popular with the new players. The mod died because too few people played it, and the old core players left DayzRP. Meanwhile Rolle and the admin team tried many compromises such as several mod versions and SA side by side, but then again, people stuck to the horrible unstable crap game that is SA. But I digress, SA has become better. It just took them so many years to make a little bit progress. Vehicles are still useless, zombies are still bugged, melee weapons useless and the loot system is still weird. There's still no new map unlike the mod which had tons of them, no boats, no fishing, no aircraft and other end game loot. Fixing vehicles is a pain in the ass. there's no epoch basebuilding system. DayzSA is very complicated in terms of items. So many items. I like that about SA, but it's the only thing I like about it. the MOD was cash. People had fun and DayzSA ruined everything. The probable reason people leave is because dayzSA did not change for the past years. It's just as is, no new content, no progression. The game gets boring. People want something new to do. You cannot have the same lootcycle on foot and being robbed, or robbing people over and over again for years without a single change. It's done. Bohemia must either release the source for modding, or go and do something about it. Or the game will die. The community depends on the game.
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    90% of the folk i knew here are permd, Sad! Any survivors from the mod here?
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    Streaming some dank DayZ RP: https://www.twitch.tv/pyrodementia
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    Tough crowd. You know how in the past, you would travel over the entire map & seemed like wherever you went, there were people you would meet? I love that. Spontaneous, unexpected RP is some of the best. It doesn't make sense ICly for everything to be so close to one another. Some people don't want to sit inside of a city all day watching people fist fight because "it's the end of the world, we can do what we'd like." Sure, if you want to then go for it. But at least give the others an option to go somewhere else where they can find more RP. Having one hot spot where you meet the same 10-15 people over and over again is boring. Let another hot spot open up for even more roleplay opportunities. That way, we don't have to sit through the same "yeah I'll take a shot of vodka" roleplay. As Faith said, if you don't want to put forth the effort of finding roleplay, then what's the point? With that being said, I'd really like a new location for the safe zone. #GreenMountain4Safezone and all. Having it quite close to Ground Zero is kind of dumb. In addition to this, we could always use more lore that realistically makes sense. I don't think "oh, it gets freaky at night for some unknown reason" makes a lot of sense, but that's only my opinion. Maybe even take a lore faction into consideration for the safe zone.
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    Don't get me started on A N I M E
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    Should I even give roleplay a stab this evening? With a no message received icon lurking around every corner, I highly doubt that I should
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    Yes, I agree with Dew. Don't watch fucking anime. It's just Hentai let's be honest. Shit's trash.
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    Yeah, I know - sensitive topic and all of that but I was kinda expecting that the safezone and the new lore would be combined somehow. I loved the idea of a safezone where the CDF provides security and ensure that the rules are being followed and where the UN provides humanitarian aid and pushes the research, maybe even goes so far to involve civilians with little "quests" like gathering samples - But well, sadly that ship has sailed and an awesome chance for the lore, the lore factions and the safezone has been wasted. And with that being said I really see no way how to properly RP a spot in the middle of the apocalypse that is magically protected by the almighty himself. If there is a safezone suppose to be: 1.) Make it permanent at a beforehand voted place that provides enough space. 2.) Give it a lore and maybe even a lore faction with dedicated people, not so much as to entertain the people going there, but to make it feel ("more") realistic 3.) Rules that protect the zone, without encouraging stupid behavior. If you act tough and talk shit you will be kicked out by the guarding faction (see Point 2.).
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    If this safe zone was ever to be seriously implemented it should've been done so at the beggining of the lore wipe when bigger groups were around that could properly run it. The location also doesn't make sense as many people pointed out. In the end it doesn't really matter since you can't actually play on the server since it's down 80% of the time during peak hours.
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    *Sits by his radio after walking about the streets looking at where the dead Terrorists once laid. He scoots his chair in and notices a small tick crawling on the desk infront of him and he burns it with a match before hitting his PTT* *Releases his PTT and walks over to de window looking out at the town with a worried look on his face*
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    1) It's always empty. 2) It needs a faction or group of some sort to stay there and enforce it, at least occasionally. 3) It really shouldn't be right next to ground zero Beyond that, I enjoyed it.
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    What is the pefect way to start your day? Connect your laptop to speakers, put on some Frenchcore, make coffee and rave yourself up.
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    This is the Seryi Volki drop weps 10 secs run south
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    So... Wilhelm became the Kingpin of a gang he has been apart of for, at maximum, a few weeks? If this is the case, then it wouldn't make any legitimate sense. You need reputation to go anywhere in a gang. Driving around in a 87' Lincoln with the top peeled back doesn't do you anything. People go to prison for DECADES to get reputation to climb the ladders of a gang. Doesn't matter how well or cool you are to people in a gang, you step where you don't belong, you're going to go missing. I'd see it only working if the gang didn't exist and you formed it just prior to the apocalypse, but even then your reputation logically would be next to none. Crips and Bloods, as an example, are known as they are because they've had 30-40 years to build a reputation.
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    Andro and his brothers carefully listen to the chatter of mixed responses to their broadcast. Expecting more so of a positive response, they all agree to respond and switch back on their transceiver to voice activation. Andro holding the radio to his mouth "From what my brothers and I have heard, there are many mixed responses. To those who appreciate what we've done, thank you, it fills our hearts with joy and our minds with hope." "As for those who do not understand, the purpose of that 'pat-on-the-back' was to inspire those who do not feel safe with that sense of safety, whatever it may mean to them, as well as show that we are here to help!" He turns his head away in disgust as he gazed upon his brothers before returning to the radio "Yes, Bounty Hunters do Bounties. Yes, this goes against our own codes at times but note we do not have to help anyone the way we have been doing. When the people of Severograd were being held up by those bad folks, we did not have to help you. What we do is to give others hope but if this is the response we are getting, then only a select few will receive our help. The others? You clearly do not need our help and can fend for yourselves!" Andro chucked the handheld radio at the bar wall and pushed past his brothers, yelling in anger from what all was heard, "Проклятье! We go out of our way to help people, stray from our own ways and this is what we get?! Черт побери!!!" constant bickering can be heard in the background before one of his brothers switches off the radio.
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    The ship is sailing away from oblivion so yes, it's still a group.
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    *David would cooly pick up his radio and press transmit* I don't mean to alarm no one or anything but, uhm I've found that people who go on the radio and say they smack downed someone or someones probably means they are on some kind of damage control or some shit. So I will keep this short. To the "Bounty Hunters" no ones gives a shit stop trying to act like something you ain't, fucking pussy boys to be honest, who the hell calls themselves the bounty hunters y'all watch way to much day time TV sitting here on the radio monologuing like you just blew up the god damn death star fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. To the jihadis to be honest you do you 'ight heard you bring order and chaos at the same time I can get down with that shit. *David would preform a three point shot with his radio into a trash can*
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    We can mention permed players now? Pray4Cuda
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    REST IN PEACE JAMES KASSIDY https://clips.twitch.tv/GiantSmellyCobraVoteYea
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    If the beta patch for dayz flops which it inevitably will just like every other patch that has come out, can we get with the times finally and go to arma 3?
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    Barely being able to keep one server shows that dayz is a dying game and i agree with henning for the most part. I dont really see beta, even if it is great, bringing back the player base for amy extended period of time because dayz itself can become repetitive and boring.
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    DayZ is like a zombie; it keeps dying but then sparks back to life (when the next update hits) The next update will be one of the largest and most hyped updates since the release of the standalone. I'm sure that alot of people will return but I do think that the update will bring some new people. There are a few promising features for the future that will continue to make people return/keep playing. It's quiet now, yes, but when the beta hits in 2020 it will be as busy as before again
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    Personal playlist I compiled with a lot a non-vocal dark ambient tracks. Typically listen to it to get in the mood to write or while IG. Got a couple other public playlists with different genres.
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    Click any of the images to be taken to it c: Good idea!