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    I've put up his gofundme on the main thread. I hope that this thread will remind people that at the end of the day we're all humans and we should all just try to get along while we can.
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    So during some role play in Kab, these guys tell my friend @Dan to get up against the wall and drop his weapon. We find them in Stary later and confront these dirty bandits.
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    July 20th 2017 With the infection growing out of control, the 2nd Foreign Parachute Regiment was deployed under the United Nations to support the quarantine on the northwestern section of the country. Due to the nature of the situation, the Regiment was deployed in the north to do what they could to hold the Black Mountains with only the gear they could parachute in with. They were one of the least equipped and poorly supplied units, only getting small resupply from airdrops. With the harshness of the mountains during the winter months, the Regiment rarely had to turn refugees away. Legionnaires landing in country, with the mountains they were to hold seen in the background. Winter of 2017 Already exhausted and almost completely out of supplies, the situation worsens when Russian forces, assisting in holding the mountains, withdrew from the region, leaving behind the French troops. Now stretched thinner than before, their efforts to hold the quarantine were in distress. Shortly after the Russian departure, the Regiment loses contact with the UN chain of command for unknown reasons. The Regiment stayed in the safety of the mountains as long as they could, but with supply running low and the elements taking its toll, they are forced to send troops north to gather more supplies to ensure the safety of the group. Initially, small scouting parties are sent into Russia to measure the severity of the situation. To their surprise, they find Russia in complete chaos, leaving ammunition and food, along with other miscellaneous supplies, to be found everywhere. A platoon of Legionnaires on patrol near Russian territory. February - November In the early going, the spoils were plentiful and easy to locate—when the only real threat was from the infected. Once the resources along the border were depleted, the Regiment travelled further into Russian territory. It was at this point that they began to encounter other military forces, alongside with local militias. Initially, these meetings and interactions were friendly for the most part. However, the communications slowly ceased and hostilities increased as supplies in these towns and regions began to dwindle. Arguments and small fights broke out over who deserved what area, or who was entitled to certain items. With the increasing hostilities, gun fights and minor battles began as it was now seen as a fight to survive, leaving the bodies of many within its wake. After taking heavy losses, the French Legionnaires were pushed back to the border and into the mountains by larger forces, such as the Chedaki and Chelovechki. With the increasing presence of larger military forces, the Legionnaires were forced to retreat to new grounds, finding new options to survive. A small group was sent west to the Takistan border, but local resistence was much more intense than seen in Russia. Quickly realizing there was less to be gained from Takistan and dealing with the blood bath in Russia, the Legionnaires retreat back into South Zagoria. Legionnaires in heavy combat with local Takistani forces. December - January 2019 The Legionnaires decide even though the situation cannot improve beyond its current state, they are left with no choice but to return to their initial quarantine zone. Due the blackouts and breakdown of any sort of normal society, the Legionnaires begin to send out small scouting parties before making any major movements within South Zagoria. This mission was given to Sous-lieutenant Patrick Monteil to enter the country, observe the situation, and document any relevant findings. Upon returning they was attacked by a group of unknowns where Sous-lieutenant Patrick Monteil was killed fighting valiantly. With the Scouting party loosing heavy numbers due to low supplies they decided going incognito to try and blend in with the local groups would be the best move for the Legionnaires. Jamal Moore was taken in and disguised himself a mercenary which caused him to gain some enemies he in the end completed his mission. Now knowing most of the groups that operate within the region he radioed his other brothers and decided it was time to get to work. Legionnaires crossing a deep stream in Chernarus Oath Conscription I (state your name) here by forfeit my civilian rights and pledge myself as a conscript of the Legion Auxiliary Force for a term of (?). I will obey any order given to me by a superior officer. I will not dishonour myself or any of my fellow soldiers by deserting my post under the penalty of death. Objectives Short term Liberate a town for the Legionnaires to settle down and set up a FOB. Gather supplies for the Legionnaires (25%) Patrol Région de Napoléon (Ongoing) Keep the peace in Région de Napoléon (Ongoing) Build up the population of New Paris and Région de Napoléon (Day 610) Set up New Paris to be a fully functioning town along with it's own security force Long Term Gain strength and influence in South Zagoria (25%) Establish the Region de Napoleon (Completed) Set up supply route from the town to the remaining forces up north (Completed) Make preparations for the rest of the reinforcements from the regiment to enter the country Expand our borders once we have the manpower Regain full military strength by recruiting citizens of SZ [CLASSIFIED] Roster Officers Sous-Lieutenant Jamal Moore Sergent Nikolai Rykov Premiere Escouade Caporal Chef Caporal Jack Barns Tom Ivory Legionnaire de 1re classe Paul Froyer Mike Wyatt Sten Ilves Jayden Simon Stephan Cree Legionnaire de 2e classe Kane Shawn Lewis Oussama Mbokani Bucky Brooks Jahmeir Jackson Rustin Jones Deuxieme Escouade Caporal Chef Caporal Legionnaire de 1re classe Legionnaire de 2e classe Citoyens de la Legion Edward Chang (Liaison) Nik Khaos Vyacheslav Jaska Peter McConnor Région de Napoléon *Posters of the Region along with the list of crimes can be found around Chernarus* Welcome to the Region of Napoleon! We have liberated it in order to set up a safe haven for the people of South Zagoria. All are welcome as long as you abide by our laws.These laws are enforced throughout the whole region of South Zagoria. You may report a criminal as long as you have several independent corroborating witnesses and physical evidence, and the Legion will do their best to pursue justice. Punishment is dependent upon the severity of your crimes. The punishment for petty crimes is different then the punishment for capital crimes. If you cause trouble in the Region you may be banished on top of whatever other punishments are deemed necessary. Punishable Crimes: Petty Intimidation with a deadly weapon Assault Assault with a deadly weapon Attempted murder Theft Impersonation Forging of Government Documents Negligent Discharge of a Weapon Reckless Driving Inciting Riots or Disturbing the Peace Harassment Selling of Illegal Narcotics Public Indecency Capital Murder / attempted Murder of a Legionnaire Slavery in ANY form Cannibalism in ANY form Recruitment If you are interested in joining, send a PM to Wong with the information below. Feedback Met our group in-game? Want to give feedback? Then feel free to PM Wong with this format:
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    idk if we can have a soviet flag, we can have a nazi flag. ?
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    OOC: This journal is a small hand-sized notebook carried on Yaropolk's person, if you were to search his clothing you would find it. 8 JANUARY 2019 I guess now is as good of a time as ever to start writing down my thoughts, what little remain. It's hard to think when all you see is your homeland decayed overrun by its deceased former natives and a horde of foreigners occupying its former prosperous cities. Sometimes I think about what I could have done to save my family in Stary Yar, from whatever this disease is that has overcame so many, but that is nothing but a fantasy that just clouds my judgement when I need to focus on surviving this disaster. I've yet to meet any former cadres that knew my family from the war, but with time that may change, for the time being most people here seem to be completely disinterested in restoring the old ways and more content with short-sighted survival. I have been traveling with a French journalist I have been with since this all began so long ago, Byron, my last fare before this all went to hell. He seems to have lost his contact with the outside world as well, and has been overtaken with the sole urge to survive. Escape is no longer a possibility for him. For him, just like me, there isn't enough time in the day to focus on anything else. I must continue on the road. Yarpolk Yusupov 9 JANUARY 2019 Found my way back to Kabanino today, my map navigation taught by father during the war is finally making itself useful even though I found it to be so useless when he was showing me. I met up with a couple of friends there, where we agreed to meet when we split up a few days ago, Byron and Yury. We've been in and out of Kabanino for the past few days and it seems that town is doing nothing but destabilizing with more violence everyday and it seems to be less and less safe as time goes on. We've moved North today through the old CDF Airfield towards my home, Stary Yar. We plan on setting up camp there at my old home for the time being, out of sight and out of mind of most the rest of South Zagoria, and close enough to the motherland that perhaps we stand a chance of rescue whenever the Motherland is capable of protecting her own. God only knows when that may be. We have a long day or two of travel north ahead of us, all uphill. May God watch over us. Yaropolk Yusupov 10 JANUARY 2019 Met an old contact of my father's from during the war traveling in the North today. It was an awkward interaction, but one that brought back many memories I had long forgotten, the many exchanges I had during the reprisals with exchanging of information on whatever the Chernarussian traitors were doing. He was a friend to us and our people during the lowest points, and attempted to give my father warning about the arrival of CDF, but was too late. It is odd to have met him at such a time as this, but I do not question the path set before us by God. He told me about a group he was supposed to be meeting in the South who were going to help right the wrongs done to my father and many other men, women and children like him in the aftermath of the invasion. To restore the order to a land which has been long abandoned by its former rulers. When we made it to the meeting point there was only one other man there, it was an interesting experience to say the least even though he seems to remain suspicious of me. He instructed me of what color clothing I should be wearing and we quickly left the town to travel up North once more on a resupply run. We didn't have anything serious happen on this trip, and have stopped to rest for the night. Talking with these men brings back the rage I once held for the foreigners and traitors during the war and after they murdered my father. The long-suppressed memories of my father handing me a pistol to execute one of the NAPA terrorists who had been captured attempting sabotage in the village, a man for whom I had begun to felt sorrow and regret for. I don't know how I should feel or which way to turn, but I am following through with the mission of my father, and I have no regrets about that for I know he is watching me from above. I am supposed to be meeting the larger group tomorrow, and will begin to see some real action, which I hope will help tame the seething anger I feel right now remembering all of these things I have done my best to forget. I must continue to conceal it, to maintain a level head, to remain silent and observant. I just hope I have an outlet for it before I lose control like before. Yaropolk Yusupov 13 JANUARY 2019 The days are starting to blend together as we've marched through the whole of South Zagoria searching, hunting, punishing. I thank god my watch's battery is still operable or I would have forgotten the date. I have met the larger group, but in case I lose track of this journal for some unknown reason I am going to omit names--I should be able to recall them on my own when I read this later. After meeting up with the group at large we began move South to meet the filthy Kozlov Family to remind them that their family and their country is not welcome in South Zagoria. On the road south, we came accross a man in all black who claimed to be a Chernarussian, and further implicated himself as a former member of the rapists and murderers of NAPA. Fucking monsters. When we found out this information we quickly took him to a barn in the middle of a barren field as our leader took him inside the barn for "interrogation". I was assigned to pull security on the perimeter in case one of his Cerna Liska fascist brethren wanted to come and rescue him from his punishment. Listening to this monster see the consequences for his abhorrent crimes against my people, South Zagorians, was ful I don't know how to describe it. I guess the best way to put it is I now understand the feelings my father had when dealing with the captured CDF and NAPA men during his time in service of our country. I understand now what it feels like to seek revenge and acquire it, to get payback for all the wrongdoings I have seen and had done to me. I remember these things, I will never forget the police, CDF, and NAPA coming to our town after the war--their crimes of terror. These things--they haunt me. Now I will haunt them. Yaropolk Yusupov 17 JANUARY 2019 Again we have been busy setting right the wrongs done to our people over two decades of traitorous and ethnically hostile Chernarussia rule over the rightfully sovereign South Zagoria. Just the other day we encountered a man who claimed to be a former Chernarussian Policeman while maintaining an impromptu checkpoint near the military airfield in the northwest of South Zagoria. During our interrogation the imbecile tried to deny his country's invovlement in the crimes against South Zagorians, tried to say he did not know and was only following orders. The fucking bastard. These are the type of people the Chernarussian government utilized to slaughter my family. I wanted to kill the bastard where he stood but our commander only asked him to renounce his citizenship and loyalty to the Chernarussian government and declare his loyalty to a Russo-South Zagoria. It makes me wonder what the Russians want sometimes letting monsters like this walk away to just renege on their statements to us and resume reporting information to the Chernarussian Government and their cronies in South Zagoria. Just today we had to make our way towards Lopatino so our medical professional could assist the Free Territory communists, who seem to be much more genuine in their intents then my current comrades, who had an ally who was seriously injured. Not much of interest happened there other than my first non-combat related interaction with these communists who seem to be extremely close nit and committed to the good will of South Zagoria, while sometimes it seems that the Russians want nothing but to leave this place to a miserable fate. I have chosen my alliances so far, and unless something drastic happens however, I must stay the course. The Free Territory will not tolerate me if I desert my duties to Pamyati, besides getting vengeance on these bastard NAPA thugs is more than worth lacking long-term goals. Time will tell if I am right. Yaropolk Yusupov 01 FEBRUARY 2019 I've left them, finally. It was a mistake and I should have realized that they were nothing but brutes in the first place. All we had been doing was serving as an extension for the brutes, bandits and thugs of The District and Green Dragons who provide nothing valuable but fear in the hearts of people. Is this the legacy my father would have wanted for South Zagoria? Of course it's not. It's idiotic to think that, that helping foreigners terrorize true South Zagorians would provide anything of use. At the end of the day the Pamyati thugs are no better than those they seek to kill. I am positive that we have killed innocent men, men who wanted nothing but to continue living, terrorized people for no reason other than for the twisted enjoyment of thugs who aren't even from South Zagoria. I know things that will hurt them, but that will create far too many enemies and I prefer to stay a living man for as long as I can. If I am going to be a brute Mongol-like thug then I will do it on my own, I will not dig my own grave alongside that of rapists, thugs and murderers. I have returned north and begun to live out of the old home, a home that brings back so many memories--I met an American on the way there, however he seemed to feel the same way as I do about this world. It is better to have someone watching your back so someone cannot sneak up from behind, especially in times like these when criminals reign supreme and good people end up dead. I will not forget how those animals in Pamyati behaved when a foreigner beat the life out of Vladimir and left him on that ground. I will not forget those many innocent people we've beaten to within an inch of their life. I will not forget. I will remember. I'm still praying. Yaropolk Yusupov
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    History is written by the victors. No one cares if the Soviets were responsible for more deaths by genocide and death camps. People can have profile pictures of famous Soviet leaders. I wonder what would happen if someone decided to hve a profile picture of famous Nazi leaders.
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    Played with him last sunday and thanked him after for his great Roleplay. I have no words. Rest in peace.
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    Hello lads. It has recently come to my attention that on the night of the 8th of January an impromptu mini-event was held by a few game-masters ingame. The great thing about mini-events is that they are simple RCON broadcasts that lead to fun little games or perhaps an interesting scenario. Last nights event from what I recall was about The Chedaki. Here is where my issues start. As some of you might know from the little tag to the left, I'm part of Free Territory, by now it should be clear to most OOCly that we are huge communist nerds who stem from various different backgrounds. If I remember correctly, the lore states that Chedaki was mostly wiped out if not completely annihilated, so those that are left are either in hiding or have joined some form of group, or maybe put their past behind them. What I'd want to really touch on here, is how these impromptu events can damage reputations. Let's assume the staff randomly decide to do an event as the UN, or as the CDF, impromptu, without consulting the Event Master @Major. (Seriously, we have an event master, why is he not consulted about events before they happen?) What they could end up doing is negatively influence groups that have a standing with the idea or the general faction. As an example, the impromptu event on the 8th was an out of nowhere hostage situation where The Chedaki wanted to trade 2 hostages for rations. Showing up to this event and ending it badly will result in negative reputation with communists, and will inevitably cause Free Territory to be blamed since we identify and ally with Chedaki. "But Ducky, that's how the world works, sometimes people you affiliate with fuck up and you get shit for it." I agree, and if an Ally of ours, being one of the player made groups decided to fuck up it would be 100% okay for it to influence us. So why do I then disagree with the mini-event and it's influence? Because staff are not supposed to influence the reputation of Player Factions, and if they do, it should be through a very carefully planned event, not an impromptu out of nowhere idea. I'm not calling for the banning of impromptu events, no, on the contrary I love to have them here. What I would however like to see is that when an impromptu event is created, it is done by an independent unaffiliated group, such as a simple rag-tag group of bandits, or perhaps a band of traders who recently crossed the border. That way staff avoids unnecessary influence over player-driven groups and ultimately allow them to shape themselves. I've put a poll above, it's quite simple in nature, feel free to DM me if you have extra things to add to the poll. Ontop of that, here are a few questions to ask yourself in regards to Mini-Events before leaving your final answer. Should events be well thought out or completely work on impulse? Should we have a mix of both? Should planned staff events have the ability to influence a specific or multiple groups reputation? Should impromptu staff events have the ability to influence a specific or multiple groups reputation? Should impromptu events be allowed to use Lore Factions, regardless of influence or planning? Again, as a closing note I'd like to re-iterate my stance on influence. If a player, or groups of players decide to dress up and act like someone else, I think that is perfectly fine if done within reason to further the roleplay. However, if staff decide to do an impromptu event, not caring about who they might influence on an IC level then I take issue, staff are meant to remain neutral, and influencal events should be planned properly, they should not be impromptu. Discuss.
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    Not to sound like a dick but the ''Event master'' is a really just a loremaster from the looks of it, Staff went ahead and finally did an event I was starting to think they had forgotten they had all of these tools to do good amongst the player base, this wasn't an army or a huge militia of the CHDKZ but a small group so what's the problem? they have never been declared dead fully just hiding, I find it less realistic that the UN is around than small groups of CHDKZ. You make it sound like the staff is going to nuke let's say Novaya Petrovka now that would be a devastating blow to the Saviors just because they can. This does not have that impact nor do I believe staff will go out of there way to fk with other groups. I see no issue with this at all.
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    Wonderful roleplay today with @Danand @Wumbyyy. It’s exciting to see how much we are progressing. @Pink Pantherand @Oskar, thank you for the arrrp.
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    Thank pal. Its super late so I couldnt scream during the torture. Any video of my torture?
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    *Pyotr would pick up his radio again, this time his voice calmer than before.* Dobry den priest. Your prayers are appreciated and you are right, we do not want to kill our brothers but if our hands are forced we will. We are trying our best to resolve this without blood being shed believe me but I will not stand idle while my bratri get abducted. We learned the hard way that our groups can't work together, now it is on them if they want to fight or not. We will not be the ones starting a conflict in the coming days but if we are attacked again we won't turn the other cheek. *He pauses.* We have far greater plans than fighting our fellow countrymen. Come to Zelenogorsk if you are willing to bless my bratri for the battles to come, we need god on our side when we fight evil. *Pyotr ends the transmission before he would look down from his room, watching his brothers burn Communist flags, books, and insignia.*
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    Early morning, getting ready to go outside
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    Good stuff with @Dan and @Wumbyyy tonight. Some premium roleplay Edit: Also Tati, whoever you are, was nice meeting ya
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    @Lyca @Zilly @Ender @GreenySmiley I had fun with you guys today. Some great medical RP and travelling conversation was had. Wish my partner @Para had been there to join in, he's a top lad.
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    *A man with the local accent listens with slight confusion and holds down the PTT button*  "You do know that after the Soviet Union fell, many countries broke off including Chernarus right? Ever since this was an independent nation with its own culture and people. Just like the other man said, you saying this is only going to add problems to this already fucked up mess. If you want a land for Russians only, head north and keep going till you cross the border.” *He let’s go of the PTT and sighs in disappointment”
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    Thank you to @Ryan Shepherd , @OxeN , @Challenger, @GMAK , @Banshee , @Cuchulainn, @LifeLight and the rest of the boys for today. @YungBrandonRP I love your RP so much. I never really had a chance to have so many great moments with you. I am very curious what will happen in the next couple of weeks! Thank you and your crew! @Sophie Great RP from your part! Enjoyed it ? @FireDude You are such a great roleplayer, every encounter is great! If I forgot someone, thank you too!
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    A small notebook is stashed within Yanko's clothing. Inside, a myriad of scrawls, sketches, and notes adorn the crumpled pages. Among the disarray, one page seems to have been written with more care. It is on this page that the following can be read. —Translated from Czech— //Based on in-game events. 1. A glimpse of movement is accompanied by the sudden, jarring sound of regular footsteps. An uninfected human. The realisation hits ‘Yanko’ like a truck. His words, carefully prepared and meticulously practiced over the last weeks, evaporate from his mind as if the hours of preparation had never existed. He at least remembers the accent. “Hello? H-hello!” he stammers through the front door of the house he so recently considered safe. Yanko is given a split second to ponder the higher than prepared cadence of his voice before the door bursts open in his face. “Alright there, pal?” the man asks, his own speech mired within his Irish origins. Stepping aside as the man pushes past him, Yanko manages to recover the Chernarussian accent and broken English he had so diligently developed. “Y-you really scared shit from me, friend” Grunting apologetically, the stranger barely pauses in the ransacking of Yanko’s former shelter as he asks “You from here?” “No, I just make passing through. I come from the south.” Yanko’s accent grows with his confidence; his training returning to the fore. “And where are you headed then, big man?” The stranger's tone is laden with careful probing. Yanko pauses and considers the question. “I’m not sure, if I am honest, I am completely lost.” Having completed his sweep of the small house, the man moves towards the door. Pausing in front of Yanko, he grunts. “I’m going to find a water pump to fill me fookin’ cooking pot. Feel free to join” He leaves. Yanko stands dumbly, left bewildered by the unexpected arrival, ransack and subsequent departure. Shaking off the hesitation, he grabs his ready-packed bag and follows the brusque stranger into the cold. Later, their backs to a crumbling brick wall, the two creep towards the water pump nestled within the center of the tiny village. Pausing before leaving their coverl, the stranger unclips his empty cooking pot from its place hanging from his pack. As they begin crossing the open yard towards the pump, a shriek rends the air. Its silent peace discarded, the village begins to awaken around the two men. However, the muffled yawns of a time long past are instead substituted with groaning grunts and the movements of mindless bodies, as their senses –those which they have retained, process this latest stimulus. Meanwhile, the perpetrator of the initial shriek –a small elderly woman with grey shoulder-length hair, leaps from the doorway in which she had been crouched for who knows how long. Fluid dripping from her mouth, filth covering her torn and bedraggled clothing, she throws herself with unnatural speed towards Yanko’s new companion. Before Yanko can begin to react, his Irish counterpart has gripped his cooking pot in both hands, grunting as he wrenches it at the infected woman’s face. With a sound like a bell, the pot is driven into the thing’s cheek, shattering the brittle bones beneath. As the echoes of the pot chime through the yard, a second blow –this time from above— slams the thing into the pristine snow. The violence ended before he can barely draw breathe, Yanko watches as the stranger scrubs the pot clean with some snow. The Irish man glances at the still twitching corpse crumpled in the now sullied snow before turning to Yanko. “Looks like a pack of cigarettes on her, if you want ‘em.” _____________________________________________________________________ The ferocity of the pot wielding Irishman serves them well, the short struggle leaves the stirring infected unable to gain sufficient insight into their location. Undisturbed further, the two proceed with their business at the well. After taking refreshment and refilling their containers, the two allow themselves a brief respite. They enter a nearby building, discovering the remains of a now derelict pub. They find a place at the crumbling bar, where a combat knife has been driven into the countertop, hinting at its own story, now forgotten. Pulling the knife from its resting place, Yanko looks inquiringly at his company. The man winks and sits down, unclipping his pot and plunking it down in front of him. Yanko tests the still sharp blade before carefully wrapping the knife inside a handkerchief and slipping it into his jacket pocket. They sit in silence for a moment, before the stranger offers his name, “Patrick, or Patty” he says. Of course. The two converse for a while, with Patrick doing most of the talking. Yanko, warier than ever after Patrick’s brutal showing, follows his instinct and uses humor and miscommunication to obfuscate the answers to any meaningful questions. He interacts, carefully listening and learning, but offers little of himself. He considers the infected person laying beside the well. He considers his own inability to act before the conflict had been resolved. He would be dead, if not for Patty. For the first time, he considers that he might not be capable of succeeding where so many others have failed. That he might not be able to fulfill the things he needs to. He considers the man before him. Unaware of Yanko’s inquisitive gaze, Patrick thoughtfully sips water from his now overflowing pot, his easy-going demeanor disguising the brutality within. Could he do that to me? The thought rams itself into Yanko’s consciousness like an empty pot to an old lady’s skull. Of course, he could. I wouldn’t be able to stop him. With that haunting concept nestling into his consciousness, he resolves to become more. He will grow harder, stronger. And when the time comes, he will do what needs to be done. He must. For while no bounty motivates him, he is bound by the land on which he treads. He is bound by those who would do it harm, and he is bound by those who would heal it. He will not fall, and he will not fail. Yanko’s reverie is broken by the sharp cracks of gunshots. Eyes widening, he looks quickly to Patty. Putting his pot down, Patty meets that worried gaze. “Someone seems to be in a bit of bother. Let’s go take a look.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two leave their shelter. Raising their pace to a slow jog, they move towards the gunshots, which increase in frequency as the seconds pass. Yanko’s heart pounds as they grow closer, as loud as the ever more frequent and desperate gunshots. He pulls his recently acquired knife from his jacket. The source of the gunshots still ahead in an abandoned military compound, the pair are brought to a halt by the sudden appearance of a masked man. Dressed in grey jeans and green jacket, a military vest adorns his torso. His face is obscured by a grey bandana tied behind his head and a garish orange Boonie hat. He stands calmly as the two companions come to a stop in front of him. Yanko notices that, strangely, the man is holding only a roll of duct tape. “Is that one of yours doing all that shooting, then?” Patrick asks as he pants. “It wasn’t” the man with the orange hat replies. His nasal voice muffled by the bandana. Already running towards the compound gates, Patrick shouts over his shoulder. “Well, we’ll be off! They might need some help!” Yanko and the man in the orange hat regard one another. Glancing at the duct tape in the stranger’s hand, he raises an eyebrow. The man quickly pockets the roll before shrugging and taking off at a quick jog after Patrick. Pausing briefly to marvel at his strange Irish companion, Yanko trots after the two of them. This man who seemingly feels no hesitation at throwing himself in harm’s way for others. Who will turn his back on an unknown masked man, and who will, in an instant, cave in a zombie’s head with a pot. “I see them! They’re getting fookin’ beaten up, like” Pat grunts as he wrangles the compound gate open. The gunshots have abated. Replacing them are the shrieks and screams of zombies accompanied by the brutal slap of blows landing on flesh. Hauntingly, a woman’s laugh rings louder than all, casting a veil of surreality over the entire situation. As the trio squeeze through the gate, they spot a survivor. Clad in outdoor pants and a large jacket, the man carries a bloody axe as he runs with a limp barely twenty metres from them. Spotting the three approaching men, he barely pauses to scream, “Why wife is in there! My wife is in there!” He indicates the barrack building behind him. Patrick heads towards the building as the man continues his course. “Well, where are you going then?” Patrick yells to the retreating man. Yanko follows keeps pace with Patrick, but is hindered by a zombie slamming into his side. The screech of the woman, her hair still tightly bound in a bun, makes his ears ring. He manages to slam his knife into her thigh slicing through muscle and tendon. The blow drives the woman to the ground as Yanko steps past her to meet another onrushing infected. He knifes it in the throat twice before it drops, its filthy hands going limp as it slides off him to the ground. Yanko quickly looks around, he can see through a window that Patrick has entered the building that the man indicated, using his own knife to cut through the swathes of zombies within from behind. At first, he cannot see the man in the orange hat but soon spots him back outside the gate, unwilling to join the fray. The man sees Yanko notice him, and he disappears behind a wall. Something clamps around Yanko’s calf before a sharp pain drives him to his knees. He shuffles quickly around and stabs his knife into the face of the crawling zombie. It is the woman that first accosted him, apparently the knife to the thigh only dampened her movement, not her determination to kill. As the last of her unnatural life drains from her eyes, Yanko reaches for the bite on his leg. The fabric of his pants already slick with blood, he grits his teeth and gets to his feet. He begins to limp towards the building in which he last spotted his companion. Suddenly, There is a loud cracking bang behind him. Yanko spins as the door to another barrack is thrown open and another survivor bursts out, quickly followed by two infected. The woman, clearly overwhelmed by the assault, stumbles back from her assailants while gripping her own axe. But before Yanko can take close in on the fight and save her, the woman takes the haft of the axe in two hands, rushing one zombie and jamming the axe against its throat, the momentum of her mad rush slams them against a wall, breaking the infected neck with a crack that echoes around the compound. Spinning towards the seconds infected, she moves her grip to the end of the handle, pulling the axe head in an arc from the ground, up above her head, and down, crunching into the zombie’s forehead and driving it into the ground. The woman places her boot on ruins of the zombie’s head and uses it to brace as she pulls the axe free. The body’s death gurgle is drowned out by an exuberant cry bursting from the woman, “FUCK YOU!” Yanko feels Patrick move up beside him as the woman turns, seemingly noticing them for the first time.
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    Welcome! I'm sure you will enjoy your time here we have a great community, hope to see ya in game. @OxeN
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    Listen to this guy. Peter is probably the only compelling and interesting cannibal character I have run into on the server so far. Not to cast shade on anyone else, but honestly cannibal RP is usually tedious and cringey, but @Jackfish does and excellent job and honestly he doesn't even always put his cannibalistic tenancies at the forefront of his RP either. Here to back up your points but also maybe butter you up a little, Jack ?
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    He said he’s trying to do military simulation, I’m trying to help facilitate that by making it more realistic. If OP doesn’t want my advice I’d like to here it from him - but frankly, sharing commentary is what the Group Ideas subforum is for. Oh, and if you have any other further things to share about me, tell them in PMs instead of spamming Bread’s group thread. Much obliged.
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    Rest in peace man. Ride on forever eternal.
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    Your just gonna ignore the Swedish flag? What you think @Roland ?
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    Flags would be cool. But... not too sure if this is a good example, if don't wanna you know.. offend some people?
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    Dying young is tragic and sad, but at least he died doing something he loved. RIP
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    Congrats on support!
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    Phew, finally went and cleaned up my character page, looks much better ?
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    Hey we have a Frenchmen so you ain't alone anymore also thanks my guy
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    The time i had my Long DayZRP break. I felt the best way to get back into it is just jump into it and not think about it too much.
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    It was nice to finally acquire the anticipated connection to your character! You've been appropriately added to War's adventure memoir! I'm really glad you enjoyed our company. If you hang around Khandra @Lyca, you'll see us a bunch for sure.
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    These are pretty radical. I'll probably end up using one of these when I decide to become premium. Keep making em!
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    A lot of work, good job. Whether or not I every use any of these I definitely appreciate the effort to make and post all of these.
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    Do you dare question Watchman? He is a professional good sir.
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    In that situation, nothing. It'll be awkward, and I agree that flaming shouldn't be really done because it is online and stupid to do it, but I look at it like this. DayZRP is its own country, we will say Sweden because of reasons. We are residents in "Sweden." Well, someone moves out of Sweden (Banned, etc) to Tahiti, and I leave Sweden to get into a fight or beat them down while out of the country then come back to Sweden, why would I be charged or face punishments for a crime I had committed out of Sweden's jurisdiction? It makes no sense. It's overstepping boundaries to flex authority is what it becomes. DayZRP Staff jurisdiction should end when you leave the DayZRP.com domain, servers and affiliates. However, this is just my opinion on things.
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    *He listens, and holds down the PTT* "This is First Lieutenant Palladino with the United Nations." "Personally, I would love to attend this... meeting. However, I've talked to high command and they didn't seem to like the idea." "Seeing as people don't hold me or my men in high regard, how do we know this isn't a ploy to get the leaders of NATO and the UN into one room?" *He releases the PTT*
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    This is the first event that I actually enjoyed on the server. Myself and the crew rolled up and negotiations began and then it took a turn and it ended up in a firefight, we killed them and freed the hostages and roleplayed with them for quite some time. This was a small force of 4 rough soldiers, nothing major, just pass it off as rouge soldiers. This happens all the time with official groups IG. This was 10 times better than the ridiculous 'fight club' or 'race' events that keep popping up, those are a complete waste of time and add nothing to the server. I completely agree with eagle above.
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    Also, the meeting with The Green Dragons and @YungBrandonRP was hopefully the start of something fun. Good RP all around I am cringing uncontrollably
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    thanks everyone once again who met me and the Ubuntu!
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    Normally I hear alot of people complaining about the hostileRP but im gonna be honest, some people's painRP is as bad or even worse then the avarage hostile RP. My group and I are a "hostile" group but we always try to provide the best roleplay possible and hardly kill people. We rather torture people and send them on their way again. That way people will remember what happened and they will be afraid of us. Sometimes I capture people who show 0 emotion if you torture them. If you as for permission to either perma scar them or cut off a finger they decline. Sometimes you just need to agree on some things and discover a different kind of RP. Ofcours I get it that not everyone is willing to lose a finger but atleast give the people who took you some other things to do and just not sit there and wait untill its over. I can bet that most people including me would be scared to death if a bunch of armed men were standing around them saying they will cut off your finger or anything like that. So why not RP like that too? I love torturing people like @Mademoiselle , @FireDude , @Lyca and @Imation11 because they really show fear and their painRP is top notch. The more RP you provide the better you will get. (Most of the time).
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    Good news, I talked with sales at the hosting company and they will make some changes for us on the US server which means we can keep it. The server will be back in a few hours, probably sooner. I will have to rename the servers again to S1 US and S2 EU.
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    Problem of this Rogue, is you can't expect everyone to think the same as you. The server was boring and full of rules preventing hostile roleplay. Hell, I've been forcefully married, robbed multiple times, but I couldn't care less. If gear is what makes your roleplay, then clearly it's a problem. I've roleplayed with barely anything on me, and yet I'm still happy. I've been sprayed in the face with a "Fuck you Rolle" directed on my stream. I lost my gear, but I just relooted and continued my roleplay. Quite frankly, being caught up in robberies and torture creates story arcs. Such as myself and @FireDude. He's a big NYC reporter, been tortured, not many will take kindly to what happened with him. And the plot will thicken. Hell I even shot him in the face, he lost his gear (including his precious press vest) but was he mad? Heck no! If your mentality of 'this guy is in it for the gear' the majority of the server is like that. Whether it's hostile or not. Robberies vs trading camps. It's all gear RP at the end of the day. If people's main focus is on gear, losing gear, being robbed - the negative aspect of this will make a more toxic enviroment. Which is unhealthy for everyone. I agree with the whole clothes fitting but I mean, sometimes, other people don't want a super realistic RP session and create a line of, "Well that shirt seems pretty baggy on you." Y'know. Take it with a pinch of no notice. EDIT: I need to add, I'm like UGH I need to find a new gun, but it's whatever, it's just a game xD
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    Last Man Standing, Kabanino Massacre.
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    //2nd entry. Will update OP also. Additions to be separated by a line. The ferocity of the pot wielding Irishman serves them well, the short struggle leaves the stirring infected unable to gain sufficient insight into their location. Undisturbed further, the two proceed with their business at the well. After taking refreshment and refilling their containers, the two allow themselves a brief respite. They enter a nearby building, discovering the remains of a now derelict pub. They find a place at the crumbling bar, where a combat knife has been driven into the countertop, hinting at its own story, now forgotten. Pulling the knife from its resting place, Yanko looks inquiringly at his company. The man winks and sits down, unclipping his pot and plunking it down in front of him. Yanko tests the still sharp blade before carefully wrapping the knife inside a handkerchief and slipping it into his jacket pocket. They sit in silence for a moment, before the stranger offers his name, “Patrick, or Patty” he says. Of course. The two converse for a while, with Patrick doing most of the talking. Yanko, warier than ever after Patrick’s brutal showing, follows his instinct and uses humor and miscommunication to obfuscate the answers to any meaningful questions. He interacts, carefully listening and learning, but offers little of himself. He considers the infected person laying beside the well. He considers his own inability to act before the conflict had been resolved. He would be dead, if not for Patty. For the first time, he considers that he might not be capable of succeeding where so many others have failed. That he might not be able to fulfill the things he needs to. He considers the man before him. Unaware of Yanko’s inquisitive gaze, Patrick thoughtfully sips water from his now overflowing pot, his easy-going demeanor disguising the brutality hidden within. Could he do that to me? The thought rams itself into Yanko’s consciousness like an empty pot to an old lady’s skull. Of course, he could. I wouldn’t be able to stop him. With that haunting concept nestling into his consciousness, he resolves to become more. He will grow harder, stronger. And when the time comes, he will do what needs to be done. He must. For while no bounty motivates him, he is bound by the land on which he treads. He is bound by those who would do it harm, and he is bound by those who would heal it. He will not fall, and he will not fail. Yanko’s reverie is broken by the sharp cracks of gunshots. Eyes widening, he looks quickly to Patty. Putting his pot down, Patty meets that worried gaze. “Someone seems to be in a bit of bother. Let’s go take a look.”
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