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    *Grieves would be standing on the top of a mountain looking down at the countryside trying to decide what to say. He would take Westerly’s blood encrusted radio from his pocket and press the PTT.* Homebase U this is Lead 2. Mission status is as follows. Lead 1 is KIA. Samples of the compound have been destroyed. Myself and the rest of the team are going dark. Do not attempt to contact me further Homebase. You can consider this broadcast to be my resignation. I’m resigning from my post due to moral objections to the mission. After what I’m about to say next I wouldn’t advise sending anyone to retrieve me or silence me. I don’t think they’ll receive a warm welcome here. *He pauses to chose his next words carefully. Several moments of silence pass before Eric sighs into the radio and continues on. The tone of his voice would from a personal broadcast to that of a public address.* To anyone listening to this frequency, I think you deserve to know the truth about the VDC and our mission. I’ve told many of the people that I’ve met in South Zagoria over the past few months that the VDC is here to discover a vaccine. This is not true. Our real mission is to research whether or not there was something that could trigger the virus in carriers -- those who host the dormant virus in their blood -- making the virus reactivate itself and take over the subject. That’s right, you heard me correctly people. I did not misspeak when I used the word carrier. I know there are many who consider themselves immune to the virus, but this is not the case. Studies done on quote-unquote immune people have show that they are not, in fact, truly immune. What we’ve discovered is that these people are actually carrying trace amounts of the virus within their bloodstream. The remaining governments of the world were terrified by this discovery. The part that scared them the most was also the part that scares me: We did not know whether the virus could reactivate itself within these carriers. If this were to happen in, say, a refugee camp, the results would be catastrophic. Think about it, even a kiss from carrier to a loved one could spread the virus. The United Nations’ response to this information and the failure of the UN/WHO First Response Team was to form a new team with primary objective of learning everything they could about carriers. They asked my former colleague, Dr. Calliope Westerly, to lead this team. They told her to get the job done by any means necessary. I can only assume they told her this because they were getting desperate. *He stops to light a cigarette. As he exhales his first drag on the cigarette he continues on.* All of this was done off the books, so to speak. I personally believe this was to make it easier for the UN to disavow any knowledge of the team’s existence in case something went wrong. Or in case we succeeded but the means by which we succeeded were too extreme. After all, Westerly was told to get the job done by any means necessary. Let me make it clear and inform anyone listening that the surviving members of the UN/WHO First Response team and the UN members stationed in Miroslavl and any others members left in South Zagoria were not involved in the making of this decision or in our research. Hell, they weren’t even told we were coming to South Zagoria. As far as they know the UN abandoned them. I will not lie about my part in all this. When Westerly came to me to ask for help, I jumped at the chance. I had no way of knowing how monstrous Westerly would become. The moment I heard Westerly suggest that we begin taking people to experiment on them that I knew had to resign, and I did so shortly before Westerly died. I could not in good conscience continue to aid her in the mission and follow down the dark path she was going on. I know that I will be hunted, both for sharing this information and for playing the part I did in all this, but I don’t care. People need to know the truth. The only thing I ask is that the people of South Zagoria forgive me for failing them and for lying to them. I aim to make this right by beginning my own mission. I will be working as hard as I can to try and develop a vaccine for the virus. I will not give up on trying to stop this plague. Homebase U, I’m not going home, but I think you should. The mission was a failure and there’s nothing left for you here. *He would release the PTT and drop the radio on the ground. He would take one last look down at the countryside before turning around leaving the location to go into hiding.*
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    had loads of fun on Friday night with: @Grimnir Women love me, you will see soontm. @Terra jeez, you were hammered. @Oisin fucking crack head. @PatZ I loved how the russian just said: yeah those are all my friends to the @Solo coke cop. @Beni I feel like Jiri and Benny could have a lot of fun, causing trouble. @Doc Holiday nice how you just sneaked your char in! @Elmo Jiri will smack Disk someday (hopefully before Jakub shows up.) @Jadeboat Kangaroo Jane, I hope we did not scare you too much @Sparky Frank needs to calm down and stop being nervous: "I'll scout ahead!"
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    Thank you everyone for coming yesterday to the wedding and to those that couldn't make it. It was fun, you made me happy.
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    Had a fun time running into you guys the other day <3 but all I can think of while looking at the group goals is this:
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    This is a journal consisting of loose papers kept in the Bible Roxanne carries in her black teddy bear. They appear to be written on the back of bullet trade information from ammo boxes. First Bundle of Papers: Second Bundle of Papers:
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    Haha!! I was actually saying last night to a mate I used to play with it is strange going in game and not being initiated on But I enjoyed getting to know the characters more. Shout out to @Oisin and @Terra I loved the random little breaks you guys were taking to uhmm powder your noses? Haha!
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    @Honeybee, @Coda852, @GaryCash, and @Otto HOT DAMN THAT HOSTILE RP TODAY......Props to you guys...I really enjoyed that, and that goes for both sides!
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    *Nikolai sitting on the roof of the car begins to go through his backpack to find a beat up radio, he grabs the radio and presses down the PTT. You can hear a shaky but stern thick Russian Accent* 'Good evening, I would assume if you are listening to this... You have heard the news of Virus Defense Corporation.' *You can hear the slight crack in his voice as he is trying to find the words to say* 'I can not begin to say how sad I am by this... All I knew I was getting into was to protect a few doctors to find cure. I had no idea this was like the way it is. None of us did, - except the ones who were keeping it from us. Not all of us are bad people... The ones out there! The Government who fucked us all over. THEY ARE THE BAD PEOPLE. I don't want to go back to Russia - I stay here. Try to fix lose ends. Try is all I can do. *You can hear the birds chirping as he slowly releases the PTT, and sets the beaten up radio back into his backpack*
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    No mention of free medics?!?! Yes there has been and they were great
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    Recently I got stuck under an apartment, and this is how I got out <3 I decided to put up the little guide because it happened to a friend of mine, and everyone was telling him he had to kill himself to get out. Find the thinnest wall, the one that's all that's stopping you from going out! You may have to crouch or crawl to get to it. Turn around and back up against the wall as much as possible. You might have to relog to get into a standing position to do this. Press F3. You may have to try this once or twice against different walls. For rocks, you will have to try quite a bit. POP! You're out! Your character model would have backed up out of the wall to FREEEEEEEEDOM! BONUS GUIDE: (Curtesy of @ryanbroman) This works almost all the time, but if it doesn't you can try walking towards that wall while crouched and press Z when you're almost there. You'll travel forward slightly before and after the prone animation, and you should make it through.
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    -snip to protect graphics-
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    The Solntsevskaya Bratva (or simply The Bratva or “The Brotherhood”) are, for all intents and purposes, the Russian mafia. They are a group of thieves and mercenaries that ally themselves within each other for the sake of comradery and easier survival, as well as getting their jobs done easier with their simple and more complex alliances. Each member has their purpose and their abilities with the Brotherhood. Some of these people range from petty thieves to money launderers, murderers, abduction specialist and torture professionals. For a full history of the Bratva and it’s creation, see here. Growth Weeks after the infection began, the remaining Bratva emerge from their hiding. Spread across South Zagoria, they finally meet again in Severograd, where a meeting took place to decide what was best for the Brotherhood. They decide, despite not being able to contact home, that it was best to carry on working in South Zagoria. The few living members find work where they can, and begin to spread themselves across the city. They take on jobs taking hostage those who have wronged their employers, and committing petty crimes to test the waters. Each job becoming more and more bold. Eventually they become hired guns, as they had been before. They take to gathering information, and dealing it where they see fit. Shortly after their first few weeks in the country, The Bratva take on numerous contracts to defend, rob, murder and otherwise contribute to the chaos that is Chernarus at this current time. With their name becoming quite famous, they do what they can to stem the offers and filter only the ones they see as lucrative. One such job is to join the town of Svetlojarsk and assess is viability as a base of operations. They intended to gain more contracts, send out messengers, sell weapons and more. While there, a conflict broke out between a leader of the Chernaruski Bratva and a non-local citizen of the city from a previous contract. They attempted to execute the leader in public, but ended up critically wounding her instead. While they believed the Bratva had scattered, they went into hiding for the winter and simply gathered their stocks and weapons for the impending spring. Anarchy Any Law Enforcement Any Non-Participating Govt.
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    Hey! It's a new year, and exp. .63 is coming out in a few weeks! We should get a new contest running to hype up the PR around this server when we get that new influx of people to the server!
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    Best way to improve at something is to keep at it c: So, don't worry yourself too much about the grammar. Personally, I found that reading in my spare time helped ME with it. Anywho! Keep up the good work!
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    Awwwww thaaaaaankyou! And yes it’s very freaking hard I just wanna let my Kimmy out when someone says shit to polly!
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    Hey dude, I think you actually have to change the background on your character page, not the one that's on your whitelist. Click on the DayZ Tab > Characters > Manage your characters > Edit. Hope that works, I could be wrong tho so wait till for a Staff answer maybe.
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    This is also an off-topic forum and Rolle provides a lot of information encouraging people to get into the game which is relevant to the concept of the thread, to begin with. We've generally allowed this in 99% of the time when it comes to situations like these.
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    Bump. I had the the most exhilarating/terrifying PvP experience last night and no, it wasn't in DayZ, but I wanted to share it and put it "on paper" somewhere. So it's Saturday night and I'm listening to some music and lazily playing EVE Online. There is currently an in game event that spawns special "missions" in game that you can complete and get some unique rewards. So I jump into my carrier to do some of these. A carrier is a quite expensive capital size ship that uses squadrons of small fighters to fight. Well, kind of like in RL Anyway, since I'm listening to music, I think "screw comms" because nothing happened last time I didn't use them, so why would anything happen now? Rule number one when playing in our corporation/alliance is to always be on comms when in game, to be able to share intel about incoming enemy fleets and defend each other. MISTAKE NO 1. So I do the mission for a while and I think I've killed like 100 NPC ships already, it's super easy with a carrier. I notice nothing out of the ordinary, until suddenly a hostile ship warps into my location. It's worth noting that I'm doing this mission in our sovereign system where only allies are allowed, anyone unknown will be shot on sight by members of the corporation (guild) or alliance that I am a part of. Everyone knows that this is our space, so a presence of any non-allied ships is considered a threat and they're most likely here to cause trouble. I look at the ship list in the current system and I am in shock. Lots and lots of orange and red icons are listed among friendly greens and blues. So the ship warps in and is rapidly approaching me. I look at it and it's an interceptor. FUCK ME. An interceptor as the name suggests is a small, very very fast ship that is used to catch other ships and prevent them from escaping into safety. That's exactly what happens to me. Before I even have any chance to react and turn my huge carrier towards my corporations station, I get webbed and scrambled. I am not going anywhere. Just a few seconds later, other hostile ships start warping in. First 5, then 10, then 20. About 30 interceptors and frigates warp in into the mission site, approach me in seconds due to their speed and unleash a barrage of guns and missiles on my carrier. My heartbeat races to like 200BPM, I can actually feel it beating in my chest and I get a huge rush of what I presume is adrenaline, I feel really dizzy and strange. I quickly target a few nearby enemy ships and send my fighters against them, right after that I alt tab, start up TeamSpeak and join corp comms. I try to sound calm, but probably fail at it miserably when I scream "GUYS I HAVE A FLEET OF INTERCEPTORS ON ME". They just laugh and reply "Yeah, we know, we saw them coming like 20 minutes ago and warned everyone in the system". I start making up excuses why I'm not on comms, which fails even more. But, let's put that aside for now and get a response team ready. My luck is that guys who are currently online are some of the more experienced players in our corporation. Immediately code red is called and corporation members are scrambled to defend my carrier. The hostile force is not that strong - just a bunch of small, fast ships that can probably kill a single large ship on their own, but not more than that. I look at my health status. Shields are completely down, armor is down to 60%. Welp. Then, a sight that makes me so happy I almost cry. A friendly Force Auxiliary "Minokawa" warps in (FAX are capital size "healing ships" that can remotely boost other ships shields or armor). He targets me, but I'm way off in the distance, about 100km from the warp in point to the mission site. It's because as I was doing the event I slowly drifted with my ship away from the center point where you enter the site. I am out of his range and we are both capital ships that are very slow, it will take some time before we close down the distance so he can boost my shields. MISTAKE NO 2. Just a moment after Minokawa, two friendly carriers and a cruiser warp in, the cavalry has arrived. Now we have enough firepower to destroy the swarm of small enemy ships. However my armor is still going down, at 40% now. I will be dead within few minutes if I don't get repaired. The options are now repairing and killing them all (but that will take too much time considering the amount of enemy ships and my distance to Minokawa), or... scare them off. That's when it happens. One of my corp members thought exactly that and warps in with a fucking Titan. My jaw drops to the floor as the huge ship takes more than half of my entire screen. Titans are the largest ships in EVE, are super expensive (I can buy 50 fully fitted carriers like mine for one titan, and my carrier isn't exactly cheap either) and are very rarely fielded in small battles like this. Just see this comparison between my "capital" carrier and a titan: It's so large it splits the mission site into two halves, I lose line of sight on the Minokawa that I am so desperately trying to get in range with to get repairs. The enemy fleet panics when they see it, some continue to fight while others immediately warp off. It's a text book example of formation breaking under cavalry charge Their numbers start to thin, partially through us killing a few ships, but mostly due to them retreating. I am at about 20% armor when the last enemy disappears from our overviews. In the end, Minokawa never reached me, it was all over before that. I survived only thanks to the swift action of my corporation pilots and also because before going to do the mission I refitted my carrier to be more "tanky", sacrificing DPS of my fighters in the process. I calculated that if I were in the previous "more DPS" fit, I would have died. Of course after the whole incident I got scolded by corporation manager for not being on comms when in game, rightfully so. Lesson learned. In the end, we haven't lost a single ship or equipment during the fight, but they lost 8 interceptors before escaping, making it a currency positive win for us It was honestly the most exciting situation I can ever remember in an online game, the only thing that comes close was killing one of the raid end bosses in WoW WotLK with my guild 10 years ago. If you want to try EVE, you can do so at any time as they switched to a Free to Play concept some time ago. Free accounts get access to most small ships up to Battleship class so you can totally play the game even without paying. You can sign up using my referral link below and if you do you will get 250k extra skill points to use on training skills after completing the tutorial. Here's my ref link: Start playing EVE
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    Great turnout for @Eddie's wedding ! Thanks y'all. Hoped I managed to do this lovely couple justice ! Cheers ! (and screw this game from crashing at the worst of time !)
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    *Tracy nervously broadcasts* Hey.. uhh Mr. Hunky Ben? I think I'm ready to seal the deal. The ..wedding folks said we could hitch up with the priest after the ceremony of theres is ended so.. please show up to the church, and don't leave me at the alter. Myshkino Dam is the place.. meet me there in a few hours and we can start our future together!!!
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    Day 257 Holy fuck journal what the fuck I have fucked the fuck. Alright, I think I should be more concise on exactly how I screwed the pooch. We'll start from the beginning. I was relaxing in a small town near the NE Airfield, admiring the safety and "company" of some of Jimmy's friends. Roxanne, a teenage girl with a disfigured appearance, told me that a woman by the name of "Ela" would be coming into town, and was a good friend of hers. Me and her exchanged some conversation, where I explained to keep her away from me, and to try and stop Jimmy from trying to get her to interact with me. Told me some of her issues and conditions, anorexia and the like. A hard life. She didn't want me trying to help her. I am a terrible liar. From there, everyone disappeared and she came into town, and I figured I'll just make sure it's them, greet them, introduce myself, let someone else do the talking as per usual. It's not my problem, right? Wrong. I sat down and talked to her, a stranger. She was small, and frail. I felt it would be wrong of me to just... Leave her, and not speak to her. So I gave her my time and my company. I'm not sure if I regret it or not, I don't think I do. We talked for what felt like a lovely eternity about what she's been through, what I've been through, what's happening with the world and what's going on with the people here. I held her hand to comfort her. She told me her name. She was the most wonderful, unique woman I've ever had the luxury to meet. I had to know more about her, she was like a drug and I couldn't possibly get enough. So I delved deeper, I ignored everything that got me this far, everything that kept me alive to talk to her and get to know her. And I've done so for the better part of a week, I've learned so much about her, I've grown so attached to her. I've even worn normal, civilian clothing on her request, and haven't even gone to attend my camp at all recently because she feels more important than that. Her time is more important to me than any worldly possessions. I met her family, friends, been teased constantly for clinging to her side and traveling together as much as I can manage. Man, this is all shit and shit and more shit and I need to maintain a professional tone, I feel for her, emotions are normal. But to this extent? It borders on madness. It was a small chance at all that I spoke to her, spent any time with her at all in the first place. Things have been going well, all calm. I feel like many mental weights have been lifted these past few days, it's been great to talk and interact with people. Very enlightening to see how other people act, granted, none of them compare to Jimmy "Avocado" in my humble opinion. But I'm biased. For better or for worse, Calandra, I believe, to some extent, is my partner. Romantic partner. And thus I imagine I will be spending a lot of time with her, but that's not exactly a recent development between me and her. Her father figure will be speaking to me tomorrow, I think it'll be alright. We talked today and he seemed to appreciate my answers to his questions. For now, I need to gather my thoughts, rest my mind, and try and adjust to the concept of a relationship.
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    @GaryCash @turtlemilk @Anya Soft-Paw Cheers to you guys. I do hope to have some more interesting RP in the future from/with you all.
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    Yo, Gary. Tell me how you like this (Could use a professional's touch, just threw it together)
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    I was looking forward to coming home from work and unwinding for a bit; just a relaxing movie over a bowl of noodles and casual browsing of the forums in between. I instead opened this up to find god knows how many new threads, posts and status updates of venting, passive aggression and general displeasure among the members over recent events that i'm not even sure I'd like to read into. All I know is there's one more largely known name etched out and a few new rule updates to familiarize with. The only thing I have to say to it all is already written as my profile quote and has been for a fairly long time... I'm just incredibly saddened by some things that transpire here.... and the ever decreasing level of moral and passion of the gaming community i came to love and care for so much. My place of escape just isn't what it once was long ago... Silver lining... welcome back @Dom
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    IGN: James Redrick Age: 28 in game, 22 in real life Country: Chernarian Roots, grew up in USA English skills: I only speak two languages, good English, and bad English. DayZ Experience: I've been playing DayZ since the original mod was first released. After playing the mod for some time, I grew tired of what it had become: Shoot on sight nonsense. After taking a vacation from the mod, I discovered DayZRP. I've never played the stand alone. What kind of role best describes you: My favorite roleplay is that of a nomadic existence, living day to day, setting up a campfire in the middle of nowhere and playing my guitar over my microphone hoping that somebody stops nearby to listen and chat. Some of the best roleplay sessions I've ever had is doing a supply run with other random survivors, setting up strategies in the event we are robbed, watching each others backs, and then hauling back to camp with a load of loot on our backs. I'm game to be molded into whatever role the group needs to be filled. I've never robbed someone before, so I suppose I could learn, but I'd prefer a group that doesn't rob unless absolutely necessary. Basically, any hostile actions against other survivors should be out of necessity, not for sport. I also love a military like hierarchy, complete with training's, designated roles, and an all around center objective. Really, it just boils down to wanting to have a bunch of guys I can jump on, talk to, and have a few laughs and good times with some sort of direction. Have you been in any clan/group previously: inJected- Disbanded Gray Fangs- Left because time difference Backstory: (I don't have a solid backstory, but I figure I can at least copy and paste some of my roleplay material so whoever reads this can get a feel for how I write) I sit here with this BIC pen in between my fingers, struggling to write on this piece of paper that's since shriveled and swollen since it's initial birth date. Everything shakes and shutters, the wind offers itself as a constant companion to my rolling knuckles. The most prominent feature about these lands, I believe is the unutterable thick layer of mist that surrounds and engulfs it. By and by the land, it is clear, but to look to the ocean one can see a wall of fog seemingly as hard as brick. An arguably natural phenomenon, the fog has yet to be seen to leave. This was made noticeable to me after taking shelter in a small shack along the coast. I had since retired to my rucksack when a thunderstorm had brought itself to my doorstep. Like many others, I slept with a firearm. The cracking of thunder gave the impression of an intruder kicking in, naturally, I discharged a round into the door. Creating a small hole, from it, the mist leaked in like an ooze. It moved as if it was blessed with sentience. Snaking it's way around the shack it appeared to move in and out at it's own free will. The night was growing brighter at the time of the incident, I didn't dare step outside however while the night was still precedent (for obvious reasons) . And so I waited, half past 8 I packed my things and vacated the residence. The sun was bright, a welcomed companion but, like a unmissable monument, the mist had brought itself out onto the ocean stretching as high and taller then the great skyscrapers of New York. As mentioned before, the mist formed a wall. It was flat, it didn't dare leave the confides of it's “sun stroked prison”. This struck me odd, and so, I watched. My trip was to take me up the coast, and well past the two primary estates of the land. I had time to think and observe the mist: what it would do and how it acted. Checking my watch, at roughly 14:00, the mist had yet to change. There it sat, the stray dog at the chef's back door scratching to be let inside. It was at this point I realized that I hadn't seen the mist go past this point since I had arrived in Chernarus six months prior. To the few men that I met down the coast, they noted the fact with the same look I imagine I had when I first realized it. One man in particular had a “unique” reaction, to say the least, in fact he is probably the only real reason for this testimony, to whomever decides to read it. Wearing a vest of denim, it covered in what appeared to be moss from a tree. His pack was worn to the point of the straps being duck-tape. An oiled head of hair, and a dirtied black beard was this man's trademark. The laws of Chernarus can call for blood at any moment and most times, one can deal with the stress, but what happened next brought everything I know to the brink of madness. This man stopped dead in his track when I had mentioned the prior. He looked at me with what appeared to be a strange look of relief, and then, he looked out into the mist. It was now 18:00. The mist had progressively had gotten closer throughout the day as the sun came down, it sat now at maybe 150 yards from the shoreline. The water came in and out, it seemed to echo against the dunes. His eyes squinted out into the water, appearing to look far beyond what I could see. And all at once his head jerked with his eyes to the right, and then to the left! “It comes! It comes!” The man said grabbing and jerking me away toward the land. “RUN RUN RUN!” He screamed. Taking this for a possible elaborate attempt to rob me of my valuables, I remained where I had been jerked, in a defensive stance, I looked from him, and to the water. Something was moving, 50 yards from the shoreline, what appeared to be a tube twisting with the tide. Referencing the fear of snake like creatures all the way back to the story of Adam and Eve, at this sight, I stepped back several feet more. It moved with a smoothness and speed of a creature neither I or anyone I have come across knows, much faster then the natural wave movements could provide. 25 yards from the shoreline, I made a dash into the darkness. A village was ahead. Before being lost into the night, I turned back to see what became of the man. I cannot be for certain, but I believe what I hope is false, to be the silhouette of a heightened tentacle rising from the ocean, grasping the man, and dragging him in. His last words that I could make out over the salt water sounded off as “THE HOUSE THE HOUSE!” If you are reading this, then you probably know of the locals that bore witness to this whole catastrophic incident, for better or worse. They muster around, dragging, crawling, and hopping alone like frogs. They arguably don't see one another, paying themselves no mind as they bump heads or fall off a ledge. However, if seen, it is known that they move into a frenzy state where they sprint off as fast as their arguably decomposed muscles can take them. Easy to lose in an urban environment, but caught in an open field and one better hope he can run several miles without having the luxury of oxygen.
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