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    The day I leave staff has finally come. Some of you are probably thinking "Thank fuck!" And others "Nooo why?" But never the less it is occuring. I had a lit time in staff. Lots of ups, lots of downs. But you need a team that has different opinions so that we don't end up being one-sided. You guys were like a second family through and through. All of you, from the moment I joined all the way up to now. I love you all in that sense. But for now I have to focus on real life. My depression, cognitive behavioural therapy, and actually trying to live my life. It's been a long time coming. But here goes. @Mexi You taught me how to grow a backbone and change my views from "I think" to "I know". I appreciate that a lot. @Eagle I still missed you from the moment you got taken out. You were awesome. @Nihoolious you too, the removing was abrupt as fuck. I still agreed with your feedback. @Method Try your best, no matter what. But always put real life first. Also work on your grammar. I can't grammar duck you anymore. <3 @Spartan [email protected] :^) - You're doing an awesome job. You look good in red. @Lyca and @Ender Thank you so much for believing in me. Thank you so much for pushing for me. <3 @Strawberry I know we butted heads a few times but I wish you all the luck in the world with your future endeavours. Hopefully there's no hard feelings. @Hebi Kotei You cracked the whip so hard you broke my shackles. Jokes aside you deserve to go sit on the red throne imo. You're a fantastic GM and anyone looking to aspire to be such should look up to you. Minus the cockiness I suppose. That's your thing, not theirs. @Para You came back! Sadly it's my turn to bugger off. You were and still are, a great GM. Thank you for your service, and thank you for being there for me in the dead of night, when I was at my worst. @Oliv and @Aiko You will always be staff mom and dad to me. You guys are awesome and I'm glad you understand <3 @Dax I miss you. You were funny to be around when I first joined. @Lady In Blue I can still teach you, without my purple badge. Just don't break TOS to do so right? You will be great, I know you can, and I know you will. @Taryn You are doing a fantastic job as a mod. I knew the moment you wanted to get involved in things as an LM you would fit in great as a "real" staff member. Keep it up. @Stagsview Still gotta meet up. :3 And, to everyone I have missed. Know that I love you all equally. You mean the world to me, my second family.
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    *Louie picks up the radio and speaks* "I'm in the works of creating a museum and I would like to have his Journal to place in a nice protected case just below his head ya know" "You see I would like future generations to understand" "Why you don't piss off Anarchy" *Louie releases the PTT*
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    *a chernarussian voice could be heard* "Were you with that "CDF" group that had all of two actual Chernarussians in it? That Kratochvil Captain of yours should have just gone home. Don't waste your time here and leave people alone. Nobody else needs to get killed on another moral crusade." *fades*
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    alright i would like to make a suggestion. i am not here to argue anything just one simple suggestion. Make your own take on anarchism that fits this group. it will fix everyone fighting over whos got the bigger search bar or best knowledge of all forms of anarchy. if the boys from anarchy are members from a bunch of different groups and walks of life. if they can agree on a form of anarchism and seeing how things are always changing around here. who the fuck is going to stop them from creating their own take on anarchism? no one because a your anarchy and b its personal ideologies not a fuck debate of nah fuck you, nah fuck you nate. as a former punk and skin head. i been around a bunch of boys and girls proclaiming all sort of jibber jabbering in regards to this sort of life style. and jimrp is right theres a fuck ton of different styles. and bud someones is always going to find a reason to hurt on the super power you created. so make it even more unique by creating the jimrp version of anarchy. one that can constantly change due to the politically struggle which is the group it self. i said i wouldnt post on the forums oocly but with out big dicks groups people would complain about how boring the server is. we need protagonists. done deal. i'm not apologizing for my grammar or my lack of give a fuck. just a long winded cock of a conversation. much love and have a great day. happy easter boys and girls.
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    why are anarchists attempting to enforce a general stigma of government with the concept of 'permits' when it comes to firearms and general military gear in what would be the perfect environment for them to thrive in given the status of not just the country, but of the entire globe this is a bit contradictory again anarchists typically dont have very much concern at all for those who dont consider themselves already to be as such, and if your goal is to recruit people into your group for whatever reason, you're eventually going to get too big for your britches seems you talk a lot about people feeling equal and forbidding government, but apparently you're enforcing gun permits yeah epic anarchism
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    Guys. I'm proud to tell you that I graduated from university at the age of sixteen and am now a successful neurosurgeon. Cause that's how school works. :3
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    @TheTrueHawk... all i have to say is.. @Alex Tayno , @TheRedOne , @Taryn, @Mark, @LouieRP - Goddamn best RP I've had on the server with all of ya. Thanks for such a tearful and enjoyable RP session ;(
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    Had a great day in RP! Thanks everyone who was involved: @Jean- Your emotions during tense rp situations are amazing! Couldn't have picked a better rp wife @Gallo- Glad to see you back! @Dakotaen- Always a great time when your around. @TheLegend- I believe you were the guy driving the truck' @SgtSmithy- I was happy to see my brother in law today! @Niccokick- You know you are always my favorite hobo! Everyone else who provided the great hostile RP: @Mr.Panda @BorisRP @KyleRP @Wyoming @Alex Tayno @TheTrueHawk If I missed someone I'm sorry, in the heat of the moment these are the names I got .
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    Just getting out the bath then I will come, I'm really excited for this. Made my character already. Her uncle is @Wyoming... Already been in game with her, but she isn't interested in meeting new people, all that is on her mind is finding her uncle. Because I plan to run with you guys with this character. @dimitri @Heathen check this out, please! https://www.dayzrp.com/characters/display-5487/
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    *Nikolai, holding onto the pink teddy bear, sobbing as he takes his radio from his bag. He slowly lets one big sigh before pressing down on the PTT* "Uh... Hello. Miss Teddy? Teddy Brien. Its Nikolai.. Or Cal, as you may remember me. We met at Green Mountain in the Summer Camp... Ul-" *He wipes away a tear from his cheek that slowly dripped from his eye* "That um.. Ulman introduced us, and I gave you a Teddy bear because your name was Teddy." *He laughs a little before continuing* "Well um.. Miss Teddy. I have to give you something that I need to get out of my possession. It is um.. Ulmans book, he was wondering if you could take care of it for him." *He slowly releases the PTT and begins sobbing a little more, he depresses the PTT as he begins to conclude* "Miss Teddy. Please respond..." *He releases the PTT and keeps the radio by his side waiting for an answer.*
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    The majority of people OOC when Anarchy sprung the embargo and their new business partners on them -
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    @LouieRP - The DayZRP Negan. Best RP I have had in forever. @LemonLime, @Taryn, @Mark, @TheRedOne, @TheTrueHawk - Best internal RP i have ever seen and been involved in. @Eddie, @Jean, @Henning - anyone else I missed during the situation at Severograd. Thanks for all the great RP today to everyone I ran into. Apologies I couldn't tag you all.
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    "I do this for my father who've I've only seen from time to time in my dreams I do this for my mother who's finally clean and no longer a fiend All the naysayers and haters who made me one of the greatest I know it kills you inside, that's why I do this for you Learned so much in chasing dreams that I never would in school Depends on where your passion lie, just know passion never lie Couldn't lie, I really do this for the ones I love Those who treat the music as a vice, and lyrics like a drug Those who need advice on how to lift their spirit high enough Just because it's how it is don't mean it's how it has to be This is what the uninspired testifiers fail to see Jealousy results from being that which others failed to be Do this for my mother, she'll be working for the summer Do this for my father, 'cause these days I often wonder What my life would have been like if I was not fucked To grow up in a home where I was treated like a problem I don't know, it's just a guess, your guess probably good as mine Used to have my dreams belittled But it's all a part of it I know people's mind are fickled Lines between reality and dreams, I blur like faded nights Come up been so good for me, I wish that I could make it twice"
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    *Hans readies himself, clearing his throat and turning on his stationary radio* Residents of South Zagoria! *There is a brief pause* We have heard of this vermin roaming the streets of Chernarus and taking away the things that you need the most in these troubled times. In this apocalypse, if you happen to get yourself in a life-threatening situation, guns may be the only thing saving your life or the life of your dear ones! Taking something away that might save the lives of your family and friends is absurd! It is clear that the only reason this is being done is to prevent a rising opposing force against their dictatorship! Will you let such selfish and egoistic actions endanger you or your comrades? Our faction Catharsis uses hand-crafted and enhanced version of the weapons found in this region. If you meet any of our soldiers, they will give you a high-quality weapon and bring back your ability to retaliate against all dangers! *A brief pause appears again* Do not believe those fools who try to restrain you! Our way is the right way! The way to a better life! *The message repeats itself a few times before ending*
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    *Tony depresses his P-T-T immediately after hearing the french man.* "Hon. He hon. He honhehon. Shut the fuck up." *He lets go of the P-T-T, his voice falling silent.*
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    @Dino giving @Mademoiselle a pat on the head.
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    *Joseph had been walking on a road heading eastwards, with his violin case strapped to his back. All of a sudden, three armed men came out from the trees surrounding him, pointing guns at him. They would speak in gruff Scottish accents.* "Get on your knees and kneel!" *Joseph did so, anxiously taking deep breathes. They would then search him over, and find his glock. They would take it, and toss it a ways away in front of them.* "What's your name, flea bag?" *Joseph would reply:" "J-Joseph Allaire." *The three Scots would respond, stating Joseph's name very sarcastically:* "Well, Joseph Allaire, what's keeping us from killing you right now? This is yer chance. Tell us why you should go on living, and we three shouldn't just chop your scrawny frame up into bits and bobs?" *Joseph would stammer a little bit, before nervously stating:* "I-I can play." *The three Scots would chuckle.* "The hell's that supposed to mean, piss pot?" *Joseph would reply:* "The violin on my back. I'll guarantee you'll let me go after I play you a bit of a song. I'm very good." *One of the Scots, who had a higher pitched voice, and sounded a bit slow, would say:* "'Ey lads, let's set him up on loive fraequencee, show deh 'tire countreh. If you fawk up dis song yeh shite, eryone 'n their mum's gonna hear us rain all day's rounds roight en yeh." *The three Scots nod in agreement, and set up a radio. They watch Joseph take out his violin, rosin his bow, and get into playing position. The Scot holding the radio holds down the PTT, and would say the last part very threateningly:* "Roight, if anyone's listening roight now, this pisspot in front 'a me's gonna play you a song. If he's good, you all get a good song. If he ain't, then you get to hear our bullets rain down on 'im, and get to hear deh lil' whelp scream. It's a win win situation fer all. Start playin', 'Joseph Allaire'." *Joseph would nod, and nervously play his violin.* *Joseph would finish playing his excerpt, and look over towards the Scots, and asks nervously:* "Is that enough for you three?" *The Scots respond.* "You know what kid, you're not half bad. Go on and get out of here and play fer some other people. No sense in killin' someone who can play like that. Now get outta 'ere 'for we change our minds." *Joseph would nod, put his violin away and walk away from the Scots, going their separate ways, releasing the PTT button.*
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    The Journal of Chris Broden About Week #1 (Pictures) (Transcript)
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    Fae had been listening to the conversation on the radio whilst cleaning her boots, it made for good entertainment. Boot in one hand, she picks up her radio and joins in the small debate. "I have seen more idiots with guns they don't know how to use than I have dangerous men that would use them for murder. If shit hits the fan, I want to know that the person next to me actually knows how to use their fucking weapon, and they haven't just been carrying around for a show. Hell, I have almost had my head blown off several times by accidental misfires and mishandlings. Disarm the morons, cause those are the idiots who are more likely to put a bullet in your head! Surviving without an assault rifle isn't impossible. Avoid heavily wooded areas if you're scared of getting attacked by wolves, and infected are easily dispatched with one or two blows with an axe. Fuck, a pistol will do a good enough job if you're in a safe enough spot. Use your brain and stop relying on big weapons to compensate for your lack of manhood. Sit down, junior."
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    The warning sign in the top right hand corner is gone and it already feels weird.
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    Pictures from before i really knew who you were First day we met after stary
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    I'm sorry but if people can't read and understand my points I don't know what to tell you. If you are at such a worried state about my group's lore and my group's actions, put up a report or take it up with a LoreMaster or further continue the discussion in my private messages. My goals perfectly match up with my lore. I have not contradicted myself on multiple instances and am perfectly aware of how my group is ran.
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    yes i too enjoy trying to demean someones opinion by pointing out they're a normal player, good one you cant both say you'll be forming a completely equal society in which all entities operate on their own means and impose strict government-esque restrictions on the remaining populace pick one alright pal well you obviously dont seeing as how you dont know how to keep your own lore straight in correspondence with your group goals
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    "Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations" - Unknown
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    When I let @Brad out of his cage and he all of a sudden turns into a community member again.
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    Real talk though, was a LOT of IC buildup to this whole thing. Was more about 'bringing peace' for both sides, realizing us hating eachother was more of hazard for the civilians than it was for one another. Here is a Visual Aid of pretty much the situation
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    Walker McCrae and Vince Rossi came from very different backgrounds. Vince, prevailing from Brooklyn, led a life of crime as part of the Colombo Family, one of the Five Families that once lorded over all of New York. “All power leads to an end at some point or another.” Vince knew it was his life, but not his last one on this Hell of an earth that he sees it as. Vince had always had luck on his side but knew it would run out someday. On the other hand, Walker, a simple country boy raised in San Angelo, Texas, knew little outside of cattle ranching. He gained a new perspective on life in the months after the infection. He learned to fear, to loathe, and to hate. He discovered the true meaning of sometimes it’s either someone else, or yourself in this world. The two met in a city called Severograd. Within moments of meeting each other, Walker and Vince developed a trust that could never be broken. One that would act as a catalyst for their ambitions. Spending more and more time together, the two learned to appreciate each other’s backgrounds, and use them to their advantage. They headed off into the world, not knowing what they could get into, but supplies ran low and forced the two towards the coast in search of food and ammunition. On their journey, the two come across a couple of towns, both populated by very different people. After questioning a few of the inhabitants, Walker and Vince were informed of the current state of the world. The two were intrigued with what they discovered as they were made to work together. From code words to subtle ticks, the two knew what the other wanted in an instant. During weeks on end of doing the same things, the two did things they had never had to consider; From helping a lost individual to breaking a man’s fingers to teach him a lesson. It didn’t matter, they had each other’s back in every way. The two went on and considered that maybe something more could grow around the two of them. Vince always talked about the mob from back home, and Walker was often intrigued by the tales he heard. One morning the two met a very questionable man who went by the name Brandon Terrano- He shared a very similar past life to Vince, and they sought to use this to their advantage Vince, looking at Walker, simply nodded. They knew this could be the start of something great. The three men set off as a “team,” as Vince and Walker knew that the two of them alone couldn’t make it as they were. Weeks went by, and from 3 to 4, 4 to 5, the group grew as they met people with similar mindsets as their own. One day, a very rainy, slow day, Vince woke up determined, shaking Walker and everybody awake as fast as possible. He had awoken with an understanding of how much more they could do by bringing his home from Brooklyn to life right around them. By bringing a revived and “new” mob to life. Vince looked at the people around him, waiting for an answer as every man in the room slowly nodded their head. The new, profound mob members all sat down to discus how everything would operate. They would not just be a simple mob, but aim to one day become the biggest in history. They would see the infection not as a plague, but as a blessing in disguise that would help their plan; To one day dominate South Zagoria, perhaps even beyond. On this day, Excelsior was thrust upon the world, to one day, hopefully, become the biggest, and baddest crime syndicate the world had ever seen. People from all around the world could find a place in Excelsior if they were of the right mindset. The crew set off, finding the essentials they needed, and would need in the future. To find a home, one that would provide food and water, and homes for the crew to live in. They kept their heads high, looking for clear skies in a stormy world. Vince looked around as they walked on into the quiet night, knowing that it was going to be something great. Goal #1: To build up the mob. [Ongoing] Goals #2: Develop a steady home where the mob can live and develop. [Completed] Goals #3: Develop a Steady line of service for ourselves and others. [Create and provide alcohol for the many pubs of Chernarus & find ways to introduce more and push pharmaceutical (Drugs.) products to the people of Chernarus.] [Day 300] Goals #4: Secure steady alliances and trade deals with the many other factions in the region. With an ultimate goal of controlling much of said trade in the background. [Day 330] Goals #5: Create political and aid dependence and use said influence to control and manipulate other parties. [Ongoing] Goals #6: Become the go to group for business regarding pharmaceutical, alcohol and weapons business. Staying above all competitors. [Day 350-Ongoing] Goals #7: Build a steady economy in Chernarus and bring back a pre-outbreak feeling of business and civilization to the population. [Day 430] Goal #1:Create great roleplay, either Hostile or friendly in any matters. Goal # 2: Maintain a standard of professionalism both IC and OOC Goal # 3: Keep all conflict in-game, and never bring it out of character. Goal # 4: Evolve the idea of Mob/Gangster roleplay. Brandon Terrano - @Gallo Vince Rossi - @Anoymouse Walker McCrae - @SmashingMedal Howard Douglas - @Mr. Blue Dovin Taylor - @Dovin Louie Scarpaci - @Sam Fields Peter Shmit - @jjblome Troy Greylee - @TehZombyBeard Salvatore Scarpaci - @Dakotaen Craig Sloan - @Gibby8023 Nikolai Petresk - @Retro Kyla Mills - @nenepwnstar Michael Landon - @MasterAralo Eddie Sorella - @Eddie Adam Peters - @Jeff Adams Joey Thompson - @Ryan Carter Andropov Ruslovich - @Kriss Blade Adrian Turov - @Dom Bruce Fletcher - @MasterDovakiin Vincent Aurel Feroxus II - @Exio *Credit to @JakeTM for awesome graphics!*
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    _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Given the opportunity of a life time, Eliot had packed her bags happily while a disappointed boyfriend looked her way. Her life was getting boring, and Eliot felt like the man she slept beside was suffocating her with one of their feather pillows. No hesitation crossed her mind when she was offered a role in the company at the National Ballet of China -- a dream job for any ballet dancer. Her plane was scheduled to leave Pearson International Airport with one stop in London, England before her final destination of China. Her lay-over in London was a nuisance, but a few white Russian's at the hotel bar with an interesting stranger seemed to dull that ache of annoyance. Being a nervous flyer, the alcohol helped her nerves relax enough to sleep on her red-eye flight to China. It wasn't until a strange smell hit her nose, and the sounds of panic crossed her ears that she woke up. The blonde blinked her blue-green eyes to get rid of the fog that clouded her eyes, but soon realized that the smoke wasn't a side effect of her sleep. The cabin was filling with smoke, and her heart had dropped to her stomach. A calm voice filled the smokey air with reassuring words of an emergency departure into the small country of Chernarus to identify the problem. The plane descended quickly, and with very little grace. A reassuring look from the stranger a night earlier was only enough to calm her nerves for a fraction of a second. If he was still smiling, she couldn't tell; her eyes squeezed shut in an effort to dream the nightmare away. The nightmare did end up fading. After thirty minutes, the wheels of their plane had touched down and for the time being Eliot finally felt safe. That feeling was fleeting. Two days were spent in Chernarus, with two major factors playing into the length of their stay; the faulty part being replaced, and the authorization to take off once again. It was the later of the two issues that was harder to resolve, for reasons that escaped Eliot at the time. It wasn't until the end of the second day that they were given the orders to remain put due to an issue of national security. That's when the panic set in, and all hell broke loose. Ballet dancers are not built for the zombie apocalypse. Eliot learned this quickly, and learned that refusal to adapt to her surroundings would mean a swift death for her. She spent the early days of the apocalypse cowering in a home that had been hastily evacuated. Clothes of the previous owners were carelessly thrown across the floor, and the cupboards had been emptied of all non-perishables. During those early days, she fed herself by cutting around the green mold that had taken over a loaf of whole wheat bread. Her stomach gurgled angrily; from the hunger or from the molded bread, she didn't know. It took her a few more days to leave the security of the house. Eliot's growling stomach convinced her that the walls separating her from the real world would soon be the coffin holding her withered corpse. Armed with a small hatchet she found in the basement tangled among camping supplies, she cautiously entered a world that she did not recognize. The blood along the streets, and distant gun shots fed into this dystopia that felt so different from the world that once made her feel safe. It wasn't long after Eliot started taking more chances that her luck had run out. Her body was exhausted. No amount of food seemed to be able to nourish her enough to put one foot in front of the other. Strong lungs that had seen her through some intense routines were easily winded, and caused stars to cross her vision. The adrenaline that coursed through her body like a drug gave her strength during those fleeting moments, but tired her to near insanity directly afterward. It was through her own stupidity that she wandered into an inhabited house one day, and through even more stupidity that she allowed herself to be so easily captured into a life of slavery. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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    Tanatia was in hiding for months and months with her uncle, keeping on the down low they tried keeping out of peoples way, trying to avoid contact with the infected and anything unpleasant. They had always used their radio to stay in contact with one another, she had lost her radio when running away from the wolves. Unfortunately, she lost her uncle as they ran from the wolves, unable to contact him. It had been weeks since she had lost contact, she is worried sick, to say the least. Without a radio to use she had come across a stranger, letting her borrow his radio she didn't take no for an answer. Praying her uncle still had his radio. "You stupid, STUPID! Old man! I really fucking hope you hear this... I'm worried sick." - Looking down at the radio as she walked away from this stranger, she didn't wait another moment and held down the PTT. "Hello, my name is Tanatia and I am looking for my uncle... My disgraced uncle. His name is Stranus, Stranus Tanatius Brevis and please, if anyone comes across him or knows his whereabouts please contact me on this frequency!" - She takes a moment to breathe. With a sarcastic tone - "Also, if you are listening to this message my dearest uncle..." Starts talking with a more sincere tone - "Please get in contact with me, I am worried sick." Releasing the PTT she turned around, walking towards the stranger she handed back the radio, he said he had spare and gave her it, giving him eye contact and a simple "Thank you" and a "See you around" they went their separate ways.
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    Enjoyed it while it lasted guys, best of luck with the new idea!
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    @Brayces You wish me to draw more? So be it.
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    Holy shit...last night's RP was fucking intense. Really was just an all around solid day of RP. I had a blast holding up @Eddie and @Jean. @Dakotaen I think it was you I gave the message to about not stepping on the Bratva's toes :). Can't wait to see what's going to come from that. Now on to last night's RP. That was some of the best stuff I've seen in a while. I hate that I had to get quiet there towards the end, but the Mrs. was sleeping sooo. Anyways, @TheTrueHawk bravo good sir. @Taryn that was straight up one the hardest choices I've had to make in RP in a while. @Alex Tayno I'm s sorry you had to do that man. @LemonLime and @TheRedOne y'all were spectacular too. Shout out to @LouieRP for dropping that on us.
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    You see, when a girl leaves a :3. She Wana fuck. I like where this is going.
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    cullen sips his instant coffee he found down in the city. he was monitoring different frequencies still trying to get a grasp on what happened the time he was away. he shook his head almost every time he heard something on which ever frequency. his irish accent sounded fairly tired. though today he seemed angry. it had a very tired over tone. he picked up his radio and sat back in his chair. "So. a lot of people know this and i don't know how some don't. i went to war with these lads and i got fucked. not once. but twice. 10 men killed almost 30. due to naive thinking and over thinking at the same time. these lads are more organized, with more numbers and more allies. this world we live in chews the weak apart swallows them hole. Only the strong can crack a tooth and slip through that crack and wait till the beast sleeps. poor analogy but what the fuck ever. you can fight go ahead. get your self killed. get your friends killed. " he sips at his coffee and continues. "I don't care how tough you are, how trained you are or what military boot camp you are from. these few lads are civilian anarchists. as far as i know that is. aye? if you were smart you wouldn't broad cast your big dick over the radio. my dear friend got killed for it and i've been looking at the photo of her chewed up corpse for a day now. so if you do plan to fight." he claps his hands over the radio. "Good job ya dumb cunt. target on ye back for the only civilian group to big dick everyone into the dirt and make them work for them or burry them selves in the dirt they just got big dicked into." he lights a smoke obviously dumbfounded with frustration over constant stupid shit talking over the radio every single day. "I don't know who the fuck you are or who you think you and your lads are. it takes bigger balls to know when to fight then to fight. for what anarchists have done. what they have become and what they have done to me and my poor friends of the ups. i decided to do the smart thing. fucking get gone before they have a reason to skin my back with guillotine razor. don't give em a reason to look for you and they won't. " before he release the ptt button one can hear a mug shattering on a near by wall and him muttering. "fucking christ o mighty this fucking country is fucked"
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    Faith would take her radio and talk down it. "Alright, lets cut to the real deal here. As much as you and anyone else wants this 'stuff' to stop, it won't. As you may tell the CDF, Chedaki, NATO, UN, VDV, WHO are all gone. There is no more control. There is no more laws or rules. And you're probably thinking how do I know this? I have been lied to by an organisation that I thought was helping and succeeding. Hell, I haven't heard from my HQ or workplace in.... months. I blinded myself with false hope. And I'm telling you to stop before you do the same. All I had to do was sign a little pamphlet explaining why I should be allowed to carry a gun. I don't know much about america and the gun laws but it's not hard to do a few squiggles on a piece of paper and explain why you are responsible for carrying a gun. You say retaliate against dangers by giving people who probably have never killed anyone nor weilded a gun properly in a fight to fight with you. What's more dangerous? Signing a piece of paper, or making a whole new war about something that you could've signed a piece of paper. With a very high percentage of people dying because of it. For once, I hate to admit it, because I know a lot of things that have happened. But you're adding fuel to the fire. You're willing to drag people in a war because they don't want crazies going in guns blazing. I think you need to re-evaluate the situation before you spew words of war. Or better yet, don't be around them. Then your guns won't be taken. And you won't have to have a war. Just my two cents." The radio cuts.
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    Some old lore prison island, @WesternRP good old heathens day
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    Jesus. Tonight was incredible. Thank you to everyone. @TheTrueHawk - Thank you for the amazing RP tonight. Tears were shed, and it was unforgettable. @Alex Tayno - I feel so bad, dude. All around shitty day for Cal. @Mark - Tough choices were made. Hard to be a bad ass when you're not crying. @LemonLime - I'm sorry you had to go through that. I think that's a -5 on your man card. We all heard you crying. @TheRedOne - Simply stellar RP, bro. So glad you came along for that rollercoaster. @kimmylou and friend - So good meeting you. @Saints - Thanks for the hostage RP. Thank you for going along. It was fun.
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    After spending some time thinking about the direction the group has taken and the lack of interest from members, I have decided to archive the group. Thanks to everyone's hard work that made this group possible.
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    *hondo is sitting in the back room of the bar thinking about the days events when he hears joey. He listens then before he can respond to Joey the girls voice comes over the radio and he pauses listening to her very closely before responding* Hello blue... *his voice sounds shaken like the words are getting stuck in his throat* I’m not sure what Joey told you but I am not trying to hurt you okay?.... *there is a small pause and you hear him take a deep breath* I just have a few questions if that’s ok with you …what do you say kid can you help me out? *he releases the PTT and sits forward in his chair holding his head in his hands*
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    Every time I see this in my feed... I worry I am about to lose a member...
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    Stumbled upon a picture and got in touch with them feelings.
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    Finally finished installing a fresh install of Windows 10 and getting all my games installed again. Looking forward to playing again once the final games install!
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    *Ivan sits on his bed, listening to the transmission from the radio sitting on the bedside table. When the transmission ends, the thinks for a moment, before rising and walking over to where his pack and vest lay, rummaging around in the pockets of the latter for his notepad. After finding it, he returns to the bed and sits down, picking up his radio. He pauses as he notices Hazel eyes upon him. He looks towards his companion and smirks. "Jimmy better fuckin' appreciate the gesture....." His smile falters to a more bitter expression. "Especially after threatening you like that..... I should be smashing out his fuckin' knees...." His voice trails off as he speaks, looking down at the paper; the list of medicines Harper had requested, and depresses the PTT.* "Hey Reed, how you doin'. Listen, my people and I are always lookin' for a specific number of pharmaceuticals that are.... a little difficult to come by. We're willing to exchange whatever you need, food, ammo, weapons, drugs of the..... more questionable variety, booze, and standard medical supplies. We're currently looking for...." *He narrows his eyes at the list, doing his best to pronounce the names of the drugs listed.* "Chorpromazine..... Haloperidol..... Flurphenazine...... and..... is that an R or a K..... Umm.... Risperidone? If you have any of those in your inventory, like I said, we'll pay well for them." *He pauses and glances towards his companion for a moment, thinking, before he resumes speaking. When his voice returns, there is a slightly awkward note to it.* "There is a ummm.... well, something else that we're looking for that perhaps you could help with? Though it's something I'd rather discuss on a more secure channel. You should have our frequency, you know how to reach us. Other than that, stay safe, y'know." *Ivan releases the PTT and sets the radio down. After a moment he chuckles and shuffles over the bed to join his companion. "Look at me, trying to help rather than sticking a gun in everyone's face." He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, before relaxing into the softness of the mattress.*
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