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    Yeah, so I switched to my doctor character recently, and I had recently entered the camp prior to the video. When I was there the first time it was just three guys, and they said it was okay for me to be around and they have been needing a doctor/medic in their settlement for a while. So, I went off scavenging and came back. Now, what I didn't think to realize was that I had different clothes on, as I had changed it due to it had been raining. Okay, now I went ahead and walked back into camp, which appeared empty, and went to go drop off items and sort through the car tent. Well not much later, suddenly over a dozen armed guys wearing armbands surround me. I honestly thought the place was empty, and... ...I was just like... "Uh...wtf?"... ? Yeah... I shat my drawers a little. ?
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    An unknown group of individuals have been calling for help on the radio. Calling themselves the "Stranniki", they ask for help gathering supplies for the winter. Not much is known about the nature of these people.. so if you choose to help, keep a wary eye on them. In the radio broadcast, they mention of migrating through Russia, and into the South Zagorian region.. going from the north, to finally settle around what locals call "The Lonely House" near Stary Sobor. There is not much time before the winter cold sets in heavily, and they are desperate for food, and firewood. They want to use this house for warmth and shelter, and will move on once the spring comes.. not wanting to stay in one place for too long. They went on the radio asking for help.. assistance in cutting firewood, and trading ammunition for non-perishable food. Where: Stary Sobor: Lonely House. Details: The Stanniki have said, they have a fair amount of ammunition for trade in exchange for manual labor for chopping wood.. and also for trading for non-perishable food (canned food.) The hosts will provide the fire axes needed for the wood chopping.. the trade exchange details are below. 10 cans of food = 1 AK drum mag w/ 75 Rounds 8 cans of food = 1 coupled STANAG mag w/ 60 rounds 2 cans of food = 20 rounds of STANAG or AKM ammo. Manual Labor: The Stanniki will pay you 60 rounds of either M4 or AKM ammo for 30 minutes of collecting firewood. When: Thursday November 29th at 6:00pm CST.
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    1. @Hebee 2. @Hebee 3. @Hebee 4. @Hebee 5. @Hebee
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    imagine pvp'ing on a RP server big fucking yikes
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    Because that's not how irl works. Jim can hate Bob because Bob is a piece of crap. Even tho they both voted for trump. This ain't rocket science.. it's a fun ic event people.. sheesh.
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    I'm gonna be 100 with you bro, it makes no sense for a group of unknowns with no influence or pull to have the same resources as people that have put time and effort into their name, relationships and history. That's the issue. It's artificial and out of character. I don't like forced ooc events like this one.
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    @Jadeboat definitely top 5 tho she's never died in a firefight in 4 years
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    1. @HenningRP 2. @Prince 3. @Centurion 4. Doesn't play here anymore 5. Is Perma banned.
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    #1 Shiro Obviously. *drops mic*
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    Played a nice game of chess with @Redfox700 while the servers were down. 10/10 RP
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    thanks for letting my memory live on x
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    "You talk of tyranny and oppression. The House gave me and my family a roof to live under and met us with nothing but kind hospitality. This war of yours isn't fought for liberty or freedom - its fought for your own damn pride. Your too damn proud to just accept that you can't be on top. Life's not fair, buddy. As I'm sure House will show you."
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    Hypothermia isn't yet implemented, correct me if I'm wrong. True the cold status and temperatures are but you don't die from it. Yet. I've been running in the rain for an hour or two yesterday and I didn't die.
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    From the album: A Wanderer's Pictures

    As the news of Free Medics being disbanded hit me, I withdrew into my shack. A place of solitude that I've found in the foods. Before I moved elsewhere, I decided to leave a piece of my past behind.
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    I thought I had heard it all but this job is so fucking weird. A customer had called in saying that her newspaper was cold and wanted a warm one??? in the middle of cold Sweden, of course, it's gonna be fucking cold the customer got told to take it inside and then maybe it becomes warm as a kind suggestion. She didn't take that to kindly since she wasn't getting a new paper the same day and ended canceling her subscription. So yeah apparently the paper is not allowed to be cold when being delivered according to her.
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    Great article: https://www.pcgamer.com/ventrilo-and-teamspeak-arent-dead-why-diehards-refuse-to-switch-to-discord/
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    Thank you, its a pleasure to be a full member of Liska
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    Děkuji, Děkuji. I could write an essay but I'm gonna let my avatar speak to the people above. Loading the beans and RP, the two best ingredients. Awwww... you remembered. Thank you, thank you for the welcoming party! This I shall write down...
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    1. @Puncture 2. @ExoticRP 3. @LukeRP 4. @ToeZ 5. @Rocka (man is insane) Honestly anyone from back in the old days #oldbreed
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    Disclaimer: English is not my native language and so I would really really appreciate any sorts of feedback regarding grammar, spelling, etc. I am not used to writing in past tense and this was a bit of a challenge for me. I hope you enjoy regardless. Chapter 1: The Best Place by The Fire Around a fire, rested a group of men and women. After a long day of scavenging, they finally found a quiet forest clearing and decided to camp for the night. A local man they had met earlier accompanied them and he was eager to sit down and rest his old bones. His clothes were ragged and his beard long and grey, a red flat cap on his head. Few men his age had made it and are surviving still. The bearded man eventually spoke, breaking the silence that was up to that moment, disturbed only by the crackling of firewood and sounds of the nocturnal forest fauna. “Would you like to hear a story”? His accent was heavy but his English concise. He seemed well educated. The old man looked around at his companions, gauged their interest in him and hoped for an eager response that never came. “I’ve seen some crazy things, I’ve seen some evil things, I’ve seen all types of things. What type of thing would you hear about?” The old man was persistent. It was evident that each survivor was very busy, submerged in thought and perhaps even lost in time, somewhat. Nobody seemed to care for the prospect of hearing a story. The old man cleared his throat regardless and leaned forward. “You are unlikely to be bored…” He reached out his hands, absorbing the heat as he closed his eyes with visible relief. Two of the survivors looked at each other, then looked at the old man, then turned their eyes back to the fire, as if trying to display disinterest. “Sometimes the unlikeliest people end up in the unlikeliest places. Sometimes even during unlikely times. Certainly, the man I am going to tell you about had a tendency to be one such individual. The unlikely man, I would call him.” A couple of the survivors were clearly tuned in and one of them seemed curious. “What would be the name of this man, if you don’t mind me asking, old timer?” -”That doesn’t matter. He is dead. His name had died with him”. The old man responded sharply, almost before the question was finished being asked. “So, where was I…. Ano! The unlikely man. He was born not too far from here, in a village on the coast. I had known him since he was a child. He was even an unlikely child, or perhaps, unlucky child, I should say. Poor boy lost his parents early in life. Chernorussian roads were always a piece of shit, be it war time or peace. He and his parents were headed to the city for some goods and were involved in a terrible accident. That Lada 5 had no chance, and neither did the adults in the front seats. I’m not sure how he got out of that crash unscathed. I found it very…unlikely.” More of the survivors leaned in and listened as the old man shifted his weight around in his seat while getting comfortable with his audience. “With the poor boys parents meeting their maker, he was left to live with his aunt in Kozlovka. He grew up spending his days logging and doing various farm work for his aunt. She was a smart woman and home-taught him. She taught him English and tried to give him all the tools to succeed in this world, which not many of their origin could claim to have. If you ask me, I believe he owed all of his success that was to come, mostly to her, Aunt Olga from Kozlovka.” One of the survivors, the wounded one, was snoring and the old man paused. The woman sitting next to the auditory disturbance elbowed him ever so gently and he just keeled over, waking up startled from the sensation of falling and trying to re-establish where he is. “Then the war came, and he wanted to serve his country. But he was not a great shot, nor a skilled tactician, nor was he very physically fit. The army had rejected him, despite a war going on. A very unlikely turn of events. He did not respond well to that. Not well at all. He was throwing tantrums, hitting walls, breaking things and breaking himself, until he met a certain woman. He was fishing one day, and she had arrived at the lake to take a swim. Anyways, I don’t need to get into the details, ano?” One of the younger men raised an eyebrow and interrupted: “Did she skinny dip? Was she h-” Before he was able to finish, he was smacked on the head by the woman next to him. “Tatiana… She was a beauty. And for some reason -only the gods know- she took a liking to our young man. They started seeing each other regularly and frequently, meeting at the lake every other day. Young people would call it love. I called him a fool”. The man paused and looked around before returning his gaze to the flames that were dancing in front of him, raising his hands against them for warmth again. “One day - she did not show up. And then another day. And another. This of course, did not discourage the young man from coming to the lake every day in the hopes that she was still alive and would show up. He envisioned her having a perfectly reasonable explanation for her disappearance. Such is the power of love and hope, yet the time passed and weighed heavily on him. Her absence had gone through him like thread through a needle - everything he did was stitched in her colors. On a bright and idle Tuesday afternoon, a knock on his do-” The young man had interrupted him again: -”Was it her? Was it her”? Once again, for his interruption, he was smacked on the head by his friends. He sat down on his behind but did not at all seem discouraged. He turned his head to the old man. “Yes, it was her, genius. Of course it was. Who else could it be? His dear Tatiana returned to him. He was euphoric and overcome with joy. She told him all about where she had been and why she was gone so long and as the story progressed, his face got grimmer and grimmer, dimmer and dimmer. She joined a villagers militia and took the fight to the enemy. She was a hero, a defender of the country and a true patriot. He was very proud of her, yes, but with every word he also grew more concerned for her well being. For the first time in a very long time, he saw an opportunity. He sensed it and seized it and signed up for this outfit of CDF rejects who called themselves the Zagorian Sorrows, a group of local villagers that had banded together to fight off the foreigners, invaders, occupiers and drive them out and away from the countryside of South Zagoria.” The old man paused again, this time without turning his gaze from the flame. -”So, he was a freedom fighter?” - Asked a survivor with a black beret. -”No, man, he was a terrorist!” -Answered a man dressed in western camouflage. The old man shrugged with disinterest. “Well friends, if you were to ask him, he would say they are the same, and every freedom fighter is a terrorist in the eyes of his enemy, and every terrorist is a freedom fighter in the eyes of his own people. Is that not true? He certainly thought he was doing the right thing. She certainly was pleased to have him at her side. And even more certain than all of that - they were happy together, even when knee deep in the mud or having to shovel cow shit for fertilizer, or being shot towards by men who wanted no less than their untimely demise.” The man reached for his pocket and immediately the survivor with the camouflage clothing had a gun pointed it at the head of the old story teller. The storyteller, not batting an eye, slowly put his hand in his pocket, and even slower extracted from it a hand-carved wooden smoking pipe. The survivor put his gun away with a sigh of relief, rolling his eyes. “He was not very good with fire arms, nor was a very physically fit man, and he was assigned to work on matters of intelligence - receiving reports, verifying them against other reports, assigning men to conduct reconnaissance and sometimes sadly, giving orders that were known to end with loss of life. That didn’t bother him at first. But then the unlikely happened again. After Tatianna was shot and killed, things changed for him. He changed”. The storyteller surveyed the audience as he ignited his pipe. Long faces and vacant eyes. “Despite the many casualties this war had brought, it never quite hit home with him. It ended up being somebody else’s war. His war had ended when Tatiana died. He decided that he had seen enough and lost enough. For him, the war was over”. Some of the survivors around the campfire were visibly disturbed by the turn the story had taken and the old man took note of it, removing his red flat cap, he resumed his heavily accented yet very consistent narration: “That was the turning point for him, and a major shift in his world view, becoming somewhat more introverted and self centered, less of a team player. I was very worried for him during this time. I was worried the poor guy might kill himself, you know”? The survivors nodded in approval. “After the war and before the outbreak, He found himself somewhat useless and struggled to find direction in life. With the insurgency no more, he ended up a common drug dealer to make ends meet and provide for his aging aunt. With the years the ideological warrior has subsided and made way for a more mature, measured and kindhearted person. Kindhearted but full of regrets and guilt and pain. Which brings us to the unlikeliness of things, ano. The outbreak shortly followed and everything has gone to hell, as you know”. The man in the black beret stood up and started walking away from the fire, his hand signaling to the storyteller to keep going. “For the first year he was on his own. An unlikely survivor, with his skill set. He wondered from town to town around Kozlovka, hoping to eventually bump into a friend face that wasn’t infected with little luck. He eventually decided to leave the coastal area and head north. He heard rumors from other survivors that the further north you went, the easier food was to find. When he got to Stary Sobor, he found something completely different.” The man in the black beret was still missing from the circle and the old man raised his head and looked around, surveying the environment. “Where was I… Ano, Stary Sobor. In Stary he had met a group of people that reminded him of his old friends from the Zagorian Sorrows. These guys seemed to be the urban peoples equivalent of the Sorrows, working in the shadows of the alleys rather than the shadows of the forests. He recognized the passion, the spirit… but now that he was older he also saw the things that brought the bullet to the heart of his beloved. The hate. The fear. He decided that he could not go back to that life. He wouldn’t, but he also knew that he cannot make it on his own for ever. The conflict within him intensified and drove him away. He ended up alone in an old garage, his pistol in his hand, ready to end it all”. The man with the black beret returned with two full cantines and handed them out to his friends, then leaving again with his hatchet in his hand. “He was going to do it, he had enough of this world. A mere moment before he would pull the trigger the heavy garage doors opened and sunlight flooded the room, startling him. In the doorway stood a small character. He could only see a silhouette due to the angle of the sun. It was a woman, and she was as surprised to see him as he was surprised to see her. After a moment of awkward silence, the two exchanged pleasantries and food. Within a quarter of an hour they were already having lively conversation, laughing and smiling. In the most unlikely fashion - very appropriately for our hero - her name was also Tatiana, like his deceased wife”. Asked the younger survivor once again interjected: -”Did they live happily ever after”? The old man put his flat red cap back on and smiled at the youngster. “No. When he woke up the next morning, she was gone. He would never see her again. But something of her definitely stayed with him. It was something she said. She had pointed out to him that she did not agree with his bleak view and that there were plenty of noble causes he could champion. She told him of a place called The Homestead, where she suggested he would find a group of doctors called the Free Medics. Waking up alone, he quickly gathered his things and set out looking for them”. -“So in the end, he found a purpose? A reason to live”? - Asked the woman. The old man seemed surprised and raised an eyebrow. “The end? No my dear. This is just the beginning. The beginning of his journey. But I think what happened next is a story for tomorrow’s breakfast, ano?” With that he stood up and walked towards a nearby tree, sitting down heavily and resting against the trunk, as the others also started contemplating sleep.
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    Truly is a nice community man. Much love
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    A warm welcome to @DerrickStorm, our newest trial member ?
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    Not sure man, they declared war on us for staying there, you should ask them ?
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    Wow I really did miss out huh ? Cant wait till the next event now! Thanks for dropping the video and all mate it was a great watch, ill keep an eye on your channel for more content ?
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    I agree with this thread. My boy Henning got some good points. +1
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    I was about to create a post to give my appreciate as well. I truly do enjoy these events. It keeps the community members active and on their feet. Adds a change in pace.
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    At what level would the indicator turn green? Quite honestly I prefer the grey color being the maximum. The way the Energy/Water/Blood/Health system is in the current build makes the most sense, in my opinion. Sure, adding more colors and levels would make gauging your hydration or blood volume easier for newer players, but also removes a rather realistic part of the game. For example, the yellow indicator for energy (food) and hydration only appear once the respective values are at about 30% of the maximum. This is unlike the health/vitals indicator, which turns yellow below 60%. Why is this realistic? Our bodies can retain far more energy than we think, and people only "feel hungry or thirsty" (the yellow indicator) when they are low on these resources. Nobody "feels hungry" when your body has plenty of energy, but haven't y'all heard of the phrase that goes something along the lines of "drink water even when you aren't thirsty"? I like how this is translated well into the game mechanics, and the lack of a green indicator isn't a problem for me or most of my friends. Eat a lot and as often as you can. I've found that most people who play DayZ RP are on something like 30% food most of the time because of this lack of understanding of game mechanics. Speaking of a lack of understanding for game mechanics, an overlooked part of the UI is the stomach indicator (similar to the "wet" indicator) that lets you know if your stomach is full (your body takes a while to digest the food you eat). This leads to many people making themselves throw up because they ate 12 cans of beans at once, wasting the undigested food that was in their stomach, perpetuating the problem of people not eating enough. A green indicator would not only be redundant (what would be the point of the three arrows?), not very useful, and quite honestly detrimental to the UI. Adding a bright green indicator to the bottom right of the screen would just be an eyesore. I feel like I'm in the minority here, but that's just my two cents. Hopefully people will be able to use a workshop mod or something to make this change client-side? -1
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    *David would whisper "What the fuck?" under his breath pick up his radio and hold down the transmit button* I just want you all to know this bankman here told me and I quote "Me and my boys will keep coming after you for we are immortal warriors of god" Or some shit about a magical rock... really caught me off guard..... Also when I was trying to barter the transit of one of his men and end the conflict he said "Fuck him I have more were he came from." This banker seems to be the man to follow and listen to really values those around him and is complete not insane *he would let out a snicker*, I won't say I am a good man but at least I know the value of human life..... at least when I am sober... and not emotional compromised.... or bored. You folks need to realize we are just offering to do the hard shit for you that's all... and hey if we weed out some deadbeats in the process South Zagoira gonna be lookin' fine as hell in the future. *David would let go of his transmit button and sigh*
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    *Kei looks up from his cave, deep inside the woods. He exhales out softly, his eyes went to the especially glowing moon. It was a sign. He presses the PTT.* ' 'Ohayōgozaimasu, Chernarus no shimin. '' '' Good evening, citizens of Chernarus. You've most likely heard me on the several frequencies around. I think we all pretty much know about these so called ' Saviours '. They're lead by pedophiles and dishonourable men who will strip you -naked- for their own amusement. Dishonour and poor, mere insults have bothered me for too much of a time, so I believe it finally is time I make this announcement. '' *Kei clears his throat and rests his katana over his shoulder, his shoulder was especially scared from previous battles. A faint, lingering Yakuza tattoo sat upon his shoulder as he with a smirk glances around for a shorter moment. His campfire was soon burning out, but his eyes was firm and ever so resolute.* '' To any man or woman I come across. I will judge you from now on, not due to your appeareance in most cases, unless you're a black rice eater ofcourse. Dishonour will be met with judgement and justice from my sword. Honour will be rewarded with kindness and favours, my hands will either build up your position, or bring you to eternal hellfire amidst the Akatsuchi. '' *Kei grunts and thrusts his katana into the ground before pulling on his aviatiors, he lit up his cigarette before pressing the PTT, a stutter was heard before he continues.* '' To you so called Saviours. I declare eternal war upon you people, never will I surrender, never will I give up my hunt on you dogs. '' '' For my japanese allies! Join me, or stay out of the way, I am done with your rice-farming crap! TENNO HEIKA BANZAI!!!!! '' *Kei lifts his AK high into the ground that he held with his left hand, and began spraying into the air, now releasing the PTT*
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    *Kei shakes his head and looks at the distant women ahead of him in his cave, a smirk crawls across his face before he mutters out* '' How dishonourable of you, whenever I get my hands on any girls who've run into the wild I just kill them, and use them for my traps to catch wildlife. They do especially prefer these european, filthy women.. '' *Kei shakes his head again, before continuing* '' Moody-San, I will put your body to good use. I'll gut your stomach and see if you have any guts inside there. '' '' Banzai, motherfucker ''
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    It's time!! @DallasRP @Finn @groovy tonyRP
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    This would be super sweet. Would add a new element of immersion imo.
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    @Kabe Sorry for being a bit late.... But I made a video about the event it was pretty cool. It's shitty to hear you died I bet those building supplies would have been useful. I can't wait for more events!
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    I don't ever do this so forgive me if I screw up, but I really enjoyed the RP tonight with @RossGodds from Medics and members of the unnamed @Lyca, @Aeryes, @Arcarius, @RedSky and towards the end, amazing to meet Clandestine members @STAN, @Castiel, @Ragnar, @Harvard, @Jadeboat, @Aislingand at the rest of the group who was there and I don't know their names XD I was the 13 year old teenager Elly (Penny Ashlin) acting far younger then her age a lot of the time. Hope to see you all more ?
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    From the album: A Wanderer's Pictures

    Not much to say here - we've seen a lot of rain lately. Then again... it sometimes provides a very awesome shots.
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    I love the idea of a lore wipe, I just don't want it to be like last time. I want people to fear the infected and survival. Which like last time, only some did. I think if they goes out right, this could work out really good! But it needs to be good for people to enjoy it. Edit: Adding on to what Eagle said, we should have a couple of staff lore groups which could help progress the lore. Similar to what Taryn did with the VDC. Groups which progresses the lore.
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    *He takes his radio* Ofcours! I will contact you for that coffee! *He puts his radio away*
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