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    Awimba and his Mercenaries crawl up through the darkness to rescue GenZ. Morning comes and he sees his operative get shot up the hill, he aims in and sees the bastard with the chernarussian colours on his outfit, he breathes in slowly and recites something in Zulu before slowly putting pressure on the trigger of his M14. He gets a bullet in the back of the head and his life flashes before his eyes for a split second before his soul falls into the abyss. Awimba Muncho's life ended by a Chernarussian bullet to the back of the head, alas he shall never be forgotten for in Bantu religion kings and queens live on through the memories of others and so he shall live on forever. f to pay your respects
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    “Well aren’t you a pretty one?” Snickered the masked man as he opened other's man’s jaw, placing a spoon across his teeth, making a slight pinging sound as it traces by them. “Still got all your fucking spikey sharpies and hello!” He gasps in excitement. “All in place it seems! What a lucky one we have here gotta boi’s, your mama would be proud of you no?” Belittles the man with a grin behind his covered face, softly slapping the man’s face with the metal spoon. “So ya get a good meal out of everything, eat well and looks like ya ma’s taught you well bug” He continued ranting under his muffled mask, slowly getting to his feet, looking around what was a high tire apartment block. His footsteps crackling on the broken glass, side stepping towards the other masked men in the room, looking over the city view of Chernarus. “The cunt’s got more sharpies than the dogs back at home lads! We all know what that could mean don’t ya? Andrei’s been looking for a fiiiinee set of nashers ever since that fight back with Bogdan and you sir.” The man turns towards the sitting man on the chair with his mouth wide open, held by the same spoon sideways while the other masked men pointing an old broken pistol at his face. “Mmm, you sir are going to be a willing…”unwilling” contribution to our course one that well...is going to need some sort of “distraction” while my good friend here accepts your contributions towards us.”The man, now with a small little knife in his hand squats right in front of the tied up man, resting the knife on his leg leaning on him as they level eye contact. “But don’t worry, we got some music for you, and hell if you keep quiet enough...maybe a little story, see? Afterall, we are guests to your home and it would be soo ruuude of us if we” *Chuckles slightly* “Well, didn’t repay the host now, should we?” “Now!” He claps his hands suddenly at the man, rubbing both his palms together. “Let’s have another look at those fine snappers of yours, turn on the music, we neeed…. some...motivation!” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ https://my.mixtape.moe/vsrbej.mp3 _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Our home, back in Novigrad, bugs, pets and insects would band together like herds of animals. These cunts would form groups that focus on helping each other survive, scavenge together and protect each other from the ever-growing threat of those brainless meatbags. At first, it was communal (Like brav’s and sis’s and that shit right?) parts of the cities would help out each other out. Neighbours supported neighbours, fam’s stuck with each other or friends bonding together for was to them a never-ending nightmare. But all weren’t mindless bugs. Smart wankers, like-minded curva would gang up to help each other the so-called opportunists of the city who would prey on others for their own benefit. Many went by different names: Raiders, hooligans Bandits, thieves, zloději and criminals. Some of these other groups were killed off by the meatbags.-Little Bugs were killed by the ever-growing presence of raiders. Survivors that turned to violence and intimidation tactics while others turned to internal fighting. But we remained strong. We survived the initial test that was imposed upon us enough to keep on going. There was not many of us probably around eleven or so all together from the beginning. We all bound together once the military took control of the streets, nearly everybody had a gun or weapon back where we lived but those Tinheads were not ready for such an infestation, they were more trained in scratching their ass’s than firing a weapon. That made weapons resourceful making us resourceful. We knew where to search for supplies and how to make the most out of what we had. Numbers don’t matter in these situations. Those fucking pricks that “survive” because of numbers need to take that stick out of their ass. We survived because we tested these idiots, we survived because we pushed the boundaries and thought outside the box that people safely locked themselves in. Even when it is at it’s worst, people always try and look for the positive in life, even when your uncle Nikola is abusing your little sister for his own sick pleasures. They kept telling each other “they will survive”. Grow up and let your balls drop. Nobody truly knows what life means until you have experienced the shit it gives to you. It just takes that one day to show you that nothing is fucking important and fucking going around being a carebear and praising yourself for being a white little skinny virgin looking for his first “date” is a complete waste of fucking time. All that matters is ourselves and even thieves amongst men, the strongest will always survive, he or she will guide us. He or she will lead our pack throughout these wastes, after all, who gives a fuck when you have all the wacky in the world and more tits to suckle on than a pimp without business eh? This is what kept us going despite our “low” numbers our own needs and desires. Some learn it the hard way. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You would try and keep yourself under wraps with the tin-heads guarding your backs in the early days. Their job was simple: To keep the streets clean and to be that middle man, they would be our guards, postmen and supplies all in one tight nit package. The only way to know of the outside world was through them They did what they could but local bums would keep raiding them and their food supplies, arms, bullets hell I even remember witnessing one of the kids from “Empty Heads” try and steal a tank for an initial test, fucker got fried though. This just showed one thing to not only the raiders but to anybody who lived in the cities: the Tin-Heads won’t last. Charlie fucking called it though, soon some fucker in the tin-heads while their commander was on a on patrol gunned him down in our sector. Bastard didn’t stand a chance against three auto’s on his back. This is when The Tin’s changed their policy and didn’t care about the sectors anymore and just took what they wanted. They wanted food or water? Someone to work for them? Fuck even if one of the pricks was horny it was the same old drill: six men armed to the teeth would walk down the alleys demanding it. Most just went along with it cause if you didn’t they would just open the gates letting the brain dead in. That was the fate of some of our neighbours. “Flower Men of Peppermint” didn’t have guns or weapons and relied on either the Tin’s or the local gangs for protection against the meatbags so there wasn’t much for them when the gates were flooded. Each of us remember exactly what we were doing that night when the gates were opened, the screams and begging you could hear through the gunfire. Very few of them survived and those who did ended up as pet toys and puppets for the tin-heads. From that point on everybody started calling the Tin-Heads Runners. Because it was a name that their leader Bogdan had for them. He would chase you with their pet hounds if you were caught out at night or breaking Runner Rule, it was a manner of sport for them. You could call it a game in such a sense where they had what they needed, they controlled what they wanted and lived the way they decided. Safe to say that very few dared to touch them and after a few weeks of this continuous behavior from the The Runners and in an odd sense they were more fucking organized than when they were still the Tin-Heads. Can’t help it but you have to admire the leader type when you meet one and this prick ruled with an Iron fist and swinging his cock around enough times to blind out any virgin mary, plus he had the firepower behind him to back up his desires. Sure he had a Ego-wanking habit and spewed more shit from his mouth than his ass but the man got shit done and hell, he got what shit he wanted. There was more “protection” with him in charge and the “Empty Heads” were more like their little attack dogs, compared to the Pit Bulls that were the Runners. It didn’t take long until most raiders, clans or fucking insects joined up with the Runners. Whether or not it was voluntary or by force it really didn’t matter much, you don’t bite from the hand that feeds you as the old expression goes. After a few months there was nobody within a few square miles that would try and touch runners turf at least the main bulk inside runner territory. However on the outskirts it was a different story. They focused on internalising their space were on the outskirts they would have people like us, myself and other survivors that they regularly called Fodder. A sort of meat shield against the other Raiders and especially the “Toy Troopers”, a local group that took control of various gun and weapon stores on the outskirts of the city. If it wasn’t the hassle from the Runners one evening it was these cunts from the other side and on a lucky night it was the meatbags. They were more a pest than an actual threat and were good target practice for the most part but you would still have those rare nights when a huge city horde would pass by and even with all our target practice we always needed the Runners help. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This is where it went too far for us, day in and day out we were fucked on each end by either the living or dead, our own or others. This is what life was for us and how far we were tested by it, a fucked up asshole stretched further than a hookers pussy. Afterall, it just took that one push, that slip of the tongue or stepping of the toe to finally make meat of us all. Can’t really tell in all honesty when this all happened but we all know how it went down when things turned to the worst. You tend to stop counting and caring about the days after a while and those who did normally ended up with a rope fetish. At first, we would look and it was shocking, then the shock value would just turn into dread. Now? We do nothing else but laugh about it, can’t help but smirk thinking about one choking himself off both ends as his salute away to the Runners and the rest, a fucking fat big bird right at the cunts. But we needed them back then and they knew that when it happened. I remember well when Andrei returned from the usual “pick me up” downtown past former “Empty Head” turf with the blankest expression I ever saw on him in my life. A horde, the size of a football stadium six streets down south on Trooper and Silver Turf, little but nothing remained there, explaining the extensive noise over the last few nights of gunfire now ending with a chilling silence. We were left with little option, once again we had to ask for help from the Runners, once again we had to get on our knees and lick whatever they wanted so we could survive the following horde attack. But this was not the case this time. Bogdan knew we needed their help desperately this time, using this to his and the Runners advantage there was only one price for their protection. So the cunt looked at us, I remember his gaze and the presence of control he had over his men at their stronghold at the city centre one that reeked of not only men that hadn’t showered for months but of gunpowder, gas and chemicals used for their drug line. We sat there like obedient pups only to be told one thing would save our lives: Our Women. This was a constant problem for them, within the original ranks of the Tin Head’s they had zero to no women so most of them would come from other turfs or were captured in their local night parties in their territory to boost their ever dying ranks of women. In those days as Bogdan would always say: if you wanted to live under runner reign, you run by runner rules, fucker always thought himself as the new Valle In-Clan with his forked tongue. This for us was our snapping point were we would take no more of his bullshit, we all knew what would happen if we gave up our families and friends to them and this is where enough was enough and left the camp all with the same thing on our minds, the same objective and same desires: Run the Runners out. We returned back one hand empty but the other with a gun in our hands loaded to the brim with bullets. We knew they would come if we didn’t reply to them within 24 hours, it was a rule that Bogdan likes to have to put a little bit of pressure on those inside Runner turf so we set up at our homes, preparing traps behind the walls, guard posts on the roofs and cars blocking all back and front entrances readying ourselves for the fuckers to walk right into, no longer would we sit back and let them take from us, no more shall we allow them to abuse us and use us we are in control and this what was said: _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ We know things are bad. Worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore. We sit in a house as slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster, and my TV, and my steel belted radials and I won't say anything. Well I'm not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad! All I know is first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a human being, God Dammit! My life has value!" So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Did you expect a hero’s story sweetheart? Where the princess finds her husband and we all find the Garden of Eden? It was a fucking slaughter,the fuckers gunned us down one by one quicker than a slaughterhouse killing of a herd of animals. Face the facts,we stood no chance at that moment against the former Tin-Heads but we did gain something from within their ranks: A respect. Very few actually challenged them at this point of their rule, they were always looking for people who would say no and prove their worth. This is what they looked for somebody to prove their worth just like how they said no back when Bogdan shot down his old boss. Those who survived were taken in, either as slaves, bags or as future fighters like myself. Our women were put into use as they desired and our children were either put into the care of the Runner Elite or put into cheap labour, children required less food and less to drink so why waste supplies on feeding full adults in labour work? It wasn’t a simple process though, we were chained up like animals, our mouths covered by a mask to silence us and dehumanize us, making us their Pups training us like wild animals to become a trained killer. Simple things of obedience, being told that you had to sit when they told you to sit, it was drilled into your head from the beginning and from the moment we entered the camp. The fact that we were allowed to live because of what we could bring to the pack. No matter how much you hated Bogdan for what he did to us, what he did to our families and women there was one thing that you always had for him, that was respect. He taught us what it truly meant to survive here in this world and what it took here in this shitfest. At first it was hard, shooting a man because you had to or robbing a family because you must but if you didn’t you would have been shot yourself and the more you think about it that's all that matters: Ourselves. We learnt that if we all strive together for our best trying to push each other it will push others with us. An Alpha chain and pack were the those strongest would climb, while the weaker would get shot or serve as a pet. We served under him, served under the Runners for months working with them gaining their trust and slowly becoming our own family not by choice but by necessity. What never kills us shall only make us stronger and we must be the strongest. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ @AndreyQ - Kevin Nivek (R.I.P) / Kody Nivek (M.I.A) / Karel Nivek @Kordruga - Vlad Visus @Craig Brutus North @Majoo - Kristof Vrana @Jannik -Benjamin Knudsen @Cals - Lev Dashenka @Charlie - Charles Richthofen (Dead) - Dembe Kazubo @Dew Frantisek Dewski @Terra -Betka Komarek @Ron - Vadim Hora @Smixxa -Lenka Volek @Para - Radek Svarc @Castiel - Drazan Kovac @Osku Oskar Dewski Former Members: Dead or M.I.A @Stagsview- Vilem Sortec (R.I.P) / Koby Nivek (M.I.A) / Adam Finn (M.I.A) @Bot Elmo - Sebastian (Dead) @Aiko Andela Jelinek (M.I.A) @DrMax Havel Kominsky (M.I.A) @Tony Felix Gilmore (M.I.A) @Ryan Shepherd Jacob Donovan (M.I.A) @neom - Franklin Miller (Dead) - Tony Kilburn (M.I.A) _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Former Alphas: Bodgan bulavar @Roman Buzzo @Stagsview Kevin Nivek @AndreyQ Sebastian Sladek @Bot Elmo Killed 25th of March 2019 by @Stagsview in a cue for power. Was knifed and then shot by @Mademoiselle only to be finished by the rest of the cue members. His reign lasted for 1 year and was succeeded by Vilem "Buzzo" Sorted. Vilem "Buzzo" Sortec was killed 6th of May 2019 by @AndreyQ (Kevin "Motherfucking" Nivek by multiple axe wounds and shots to the torso) His reign lasted for 3 months and was succeeded by "Kevin Nivek" Kevin "Motherfucking" Nivek was killed the 6th of May 2019 by @Bot Elmo (Sebastian) due to multiple gunshots and wounds, his reign lasted for 17 seconds. The current situation on whom is leading the Batteries as the alpha is now Sebastian Sladek is the new alpha Sebastian Sladek was killed the 20th of May in 2019 by A tree. Driving around in his favourite car in a comfort endured rage His Reign Lasted for 14 days as Alpha. His current death is unknown to the batteries and the position of alpha is open to ALL those in the server. Who will proclaim themselves as the new alpha? _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Current Alpha: @Dew - Frantisek Dewski Completed objectives: Current, ongoing objectives: -Regroup our forces and maintain control of the raiders (day 695) -Gather information of current settlement locations and get in contact with their leaders (day 715) -Gather intel on the Chedaki and their possible desire to attack us (day 715) -Stop the spread of the "Dead Batteries" name, it does not fit us (day 750) -Find someone with knoweldge of comfort so the redistribution can start (day 720) -Find those that oppose us and deal with it raider style (Ongoing) -Pillage, plunder and control (Ongoing, it never ends) _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Our group in reality as it currently stands has no goals as they are basically “survivors”. There is nothing original about this group besides we are trying to bring a new flavor what it means in “Bandit RP”. The group is based off of hord/alpha mentality and our actions will be determined by the leader who leads the group. The name could change as the leader changes along with the playstyle of the group and the objectives. More information in regards to our objectives are found on our private documents that have been provided towards the Loremasters and will also be able for those who apply for the group itself. We hope to bring something special with this group. Here we also have a link to our private lore: Comfort _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Big thanks to @StagsviewRB for being the amazing group leader he always was. Thanks to both Valkerion and Fox for the help with design of the group. And the last note. This is a huge thank you to all those involved in the project: @Para @Terra @Ron @Elmo @Craig @Smixxa @Castiel @AndreyQ @Tony @Majoo @Kordruga @neom _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Interested in joining? We are currently looking for experienced RPers only that can play on EU times. Just fill out this format and sent it to @AndreyQ, @CraigRB and @Kordruga. Age: Country(Timezone): DayZRP Experience: Previous Clans: Explain to us what you understand from the lore: Why would you like to join us?: Your activity in a week (the times you are usually on): Are you willing to start a new character for the group?: Brief backstory: Character skills: What role would suit you best?: Suggestions for the group: Extras:
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    - Generation Zero - @Phoenix - @AlanM - @Franny - @Voodoo - @Harvard - @Aisling - @Eddie - @Derek Steel - @MrSaltyFish - @Red __________________________________________ @Brayces - Cool to meet ya in-game! __________________________________________ @Eagle - Good Shit my guy ___________________________________________ @Jackals thanks for the fun - Specially @Osku and @DaRsnn as always. ___________________________________________ @Kameníci , @Mexi @California and the other boys. o7 ps. probs missed someone because im dumb
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    I'm sorry you did not enjoy the RP that was provided to you, I do not agree with the whole rape shit and the member was spoken to about that act. When you have 20 people in the same room it takes time for things to settle, your people were talking our people where talking but once it got all sorted out and people were split into categories the RP continued. Not everyone had to be talking at once so if they needed equipment they could take it Gear RP is a form of silent robbery with no word being spoken or actions continuing throughout the situation which was not the case here at all. When we dealt with you it was like hitting a ken sex doll, you got stabbed several times beat several times even shot a handful of times, responding with laughter moans and grunts which is strange on its own but alright your choice to play that character. Your entire group is in the fetish of forcing people into your ranks and doing whatever the fuck you want with them as you explained yourself, rape beatings torture whatever you felt was needed and then calling them your toys because what else do you do to your toys? We do not torture people for the jokes, neither do we beat people for the jokes we don't even rape people no clue where that came from but alright. We can move wherever we wish kab is dead to us, if you haven't been paying attention but if you really thought it made sense for your character to be let go alive then dam mate, your group killed Embla who was a friend of Wong, she was tortured and forced by you guys into your ranks and used as your toy so why the hell would we let you live? actions have consequences and doing such extream RP as you do, you should expect to die.
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    Whoever this is, I'm sorry.
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    Kamenici and D7 gained rep today with the group. To all of you who actively made a difficult event a living hell for those waiting in line by punching them and generally being disruptive consider staying home next time. There's a difference in a brawl and being an asshole. We will move to a whitelisted system as soon as Rolle gets around to it, the event server wasn't working today or yesterday and was deleting stuff. I also still don't have tools so I'm reliant on GMs and a number of people who were going to be guards didn't show up.
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    I'd like to apologize to all the people that have waited for nothing. The planning of this event, while solid on paper, failed to account for several factors that we could not have foreseen until we'd actually went and done it. Please keep in mind that tonight was the first ever attempt at an event of this type and size. We understand your frustration and we acknowledge your feelings. Tonight was not the resounding success we hoped for but I personally enjoyed it, and hopefully many others did. We will discuss tonight's event and come up with a V.2 that is more robust all around. We're all players looking to have some fun and planning/executing an event is not something we're all born being good at. Sometimes it'll work, sometimes it'll fail. Keep on having faith and we'll keep on trying. If you have any suggestions, constructive criticism, or advice to offer, please let us know.
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    Mad respect for this group - Your RP and IG presence is on point. It was a pleasure being around you today. Keep up the good work, the server needs this. Slava Chernarus!
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    Kevin Nivek went on a date. Kevin Nivek almost gets his head blown off by the now dead Bodgan. Kevin Nivek inspires Buzzo with his dead battery.
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    Hello everyone! So, obviously the event and the LM/Event staff team have some things to work on. While we did expect some problems to arise so that we could iron issues out as we go, we did see a few more issues than expected. First of all, as Major bluntly put it, the event was planned for the Event Server and unfortunately we were unable to get things to persist (Walls, items, etc.) Hopefully the Staff team can sort this out before next Sunday. Secondly, some of people's issues with FPS lag and wishing we could take more people. To address this properly, we were concerned with the initial occurrence of VOIP lag, as well as not wanting too many people inside. We initially planned on giving groups the opportunity to, at least send collective representatives in together. Fortunately, with the experience gained by today's event we are able to work on solutions. Such as improving the event server, choosing slightly large compound areas, etc. This is the first time we've done something like this so we will work to iron out the kinks in the system. Next, Event staff. We had a lot of volunteers who gave up their Sunday prime-time's to participate in this and for them I want to say 'Thank you' on behalf of the Loremaster team. That being said, we had expected to have a lot more guards than we did, and some of them either didn't show up or left during the event. Going forward we will be solidifying attendance of event staff so this issue should be resolved. We will also be communicating far more with them and what their goals/roles are. Continuing, we did see an issue with people exacerbating the problem inside of the compound by being 'too scared' to leave. To those people I am sorry to say that in the future you will be escorted out by the guards. The tradepost is a small invincibility bubble. When you enter that compound, you accept that you will have to leave once you conclude your business and anyone trying to avoid doing so will be removed and potentially blacklisted. Now, hopefully it doesn't come down to this but, if you enter the compound and refuse to leave after we've tried escorting you, the guards will have permission to fire upon you. So please, trust in the community and the other event goers to not instantly initiate on you/to back you up if such a case occurs. For those of you who participated in the trading or in the quests, and for those who didn't, going forward we're planning to increase the amount of trade staff and quest staff available (so long as interest and volunteers allow). This being the case, we want to reiterate that quests can be intercepted by other parties. Those of you who didn't get to participate we hope that by increasing the staff we will be able to increase the amount of people taken in per time, but again this depends on volunteers. (Sadly, with this increase we will likely still only have 5 characters posted per week on the thread) Lastly, I want to remind everyone that this was the first time. Going forward there will still be issues that we will address each week. However, this event will occur every Sunday and will be different every time. If you didn't get your chance this time, please look forward to the next one. We intend to keep this event going until interest dissipates. Now, not everyone will get in to the compound. Starting next week we are going to try a few different ideas going forward which may should benefit the players experience. tl;dr: It was a learning experience. Some issues that we didn't foresee or couldn't solve hindered the plans. We will improve the events and make them better each time. Thank you everyone who participated! We will learn from this week's event and progress forward. I'll be posting a few things and updating the thread throughout the day to reflect the updates for next weekend. Hope to see you there!
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    Well, It's time to post again, because I was a lazy ass and didn't post before. So here we goo!
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    Zachary? Thought you died... Even though I have not played in awhile, but when I did with you boys you always put RP first which is a shame to quote @Dew aka kflores72 or Ramen on the streets "Why would you get on DayZRP and not firefight like... HELLLOOO PadoMichael.". That being said you boys always keep OOC and IC separate which is a lost art from a time long past, keep it up youthful men and maybe in time I will stir probably not though so till then skkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkrt.
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    I've been reading this off and on so I may have forgotten where I read things or what not but ANYWAYS... Someone said basically the cornerstone of my perspective: Be the change you want to see. If you love the community at its base, and you must because you're still here fighting for it, then take ownership of the issues you feel the community has. If you are bored, evaluate why and what you'd like to see more of and then either create it or empower other's to create it. No matter the grudges we have against others for whatever reason, at the end of the day we're all here because we like this game on some level and enough of the people in it to want to waste hours at a time with them. RP is all about collaboration and marketing yourself. Make characters you would love to interact with, don't wait around for someone else to do it. Make storylines that get you excited. Understand that you are the star of your story but you are also the support character of everyone else's, so we need to share the spotlight. Ask about the people you meet, figure them out, help them grow. If you see a "whitename" struggling, lend a hand to help them get better. TL;DR: Adding spice to your roleplay is a personal thing and needs to start with you. Be the change you want to see, develop those who aren't at the standards you want them to be.
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    The Red Festival is a roleplay driven event hosted by Gen Z & Friends. The festival will consist of a ongoing fleamarket on the outside perimeters around the location. The main events will be the fightclub, followed by the talentshow later on in the evening. The red festival will not be a safezone event, however we do respectfully ask of groups to wait with their hostilities until the event is over. Time & Date Sunday, 7th of April 2019 - 15:00 - 23:00 Server Time Location TBD Line Up 18:00 - 20:00 - Fight Club 15:00 onwards - Trading Stands / Fleamarket 20:00 - 22:00 - Talent Show The Fightclub will consist of bets being placed by the contestants. The winner will receive the other contestant's item of choice. The crowd is also able to add more items onto the pile for each contestant they want to bet on. We do not want to make the fight club purely about gear. This is a roleplay event and the main focus is entertainment and fun. If you wish to participate in the event, put your name down for it and you will be added to the fighting line up. If you can not make the event, please update us on this thread at least 12h before the event starts. Line Up (6-10 Fights Maximum) @BrianM - Joseph Green vs. @Onyx - Alex Macintyre @ToeZOG - Liam OCasey vs - @Jasper - Jayne Hobbs @Kam Kjallakbrok - Kam Asbjornson vs. @GalloWB - Brandon Terrano @Mak - Jacob Makarov vs. TBD The fleamarket will consist of small trader stalls outside of the fight club / talent show location, starting at 15:00 server time and allowing people to come and go as they please until the main event at 18:00 takes place. Each person may trade anything they wish. They must bring their own tents or storage containers if they wish to participate. Post in the comments if you want to attend as a trader and secure a flea market position for yourself at the event Line Up (7-8 Traders Max) @Red - Kazuhiro Maeda @Aisling - Kyna Wong The talent show is the last event on the line-up for the festival and will be held in the same location of the fight club. Anyone wishing to share a talent will be able to come forward. Whether it's singing, juggling apples, doing comedy or having a talent nobody else seems to have (like whistling like a bird) The crowd can add any items onto a big prize pile. The winner takes it all. The winner of the talent show will be determined by the judges. Talent Show Line Up (10 Participants Max.) @montym - Monty Emmerich @SkippeeDee - Skip Deacon Any group or other people wishing to run security for the event put your name in the comments and you will be added to the list. Security must bring their own guns of choice. They will not be provided by Gen Z. Security D7
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    That feel when all you wanna do is RP, Set up a safe haven, and show the server your not just a Dogbrain PvP group But people just want to show up, give no RP and just Initiate and shoot you for your Gear. No hate just being Comical relief
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    Feedback Hey fellas. I'd like to bring up a situation that happened a couple of days ago when I got taken hostage by your group. It all started when you initiated on me and a couple of friends in Zeleno and then brought us to a compound just outside of it. You made us walk with handcuffs the whole way and were told several times to not talk when trying to engage in roleplay. We also asked if we could RP being handcuffed instead since there's a risk of dying if the server or client crashes, this took 4 tries and a long walk before one of you responded to our request. When we reached the compound there were yet again mostly silence other then that you had intel that we had helped a certain group with something that hurt your group. After a little while you separated me from my friends and told me that you had 100% trustworthy information that I was the one behind it. You told me that you would escort me to a safe location and told me to get outside on the road where we stood for quite some time in the dark with yet again a minimum amount of roleplay. Then the long run started... You made me run for at least 1 hour without almost any roleplay, I tried most of the time engaging in it but were mostly just met with silence. This had gone on for about 2 hours at this point if not more and when we finally reached our location you locked me up in a shed for about 20-30 minutes alone. I was also asked at one point to strip completely naked but refused and luckily you changed your minds. Then the main guy that had engaged in some of the roleplay came into the shed and started asking a few questions to which I responded. I told you that I had no idea what you were talking about and that the information you had were false. You refused to believe me and then locked me up alone again. Then the person who supposedly had told you the information showed up and you talked with each others about what to do with me and came to the conclusion that you would execute me by the docks. You then open the door and brought me to the docks where you asked if you could //perm me to which I respond to with a "no". You then clarified that you wanted to "RP" execute me and I agreed. I then came to realize that the guy who had put me in this situation stood behind me and I engaged in some roleplay before the server restarted. Upon restart there were about a couple of minutes or roleplay before you executed me. I jumped in the water and swam to shore where I had to start running all the way back to my friends. This all took around 3-4 hours of my time and I got almost no roleplay from it at all. This was a situation that could had been resolved within 30 minutes. This whole thing felt very uncoordinated. Hopefully you learn from this and we can have better experiences together next time. Thank you.
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    Everybody wanna get that 90% off for the new Playstation
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    I did enjoy the event for some parts, but I do feel like the people who had waited a few hours to get in got shafted really hard. I don't know why they weren't just allowed in at the end to trade, seems pretty harsh when people have spent a few hours queueing up.
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    So @J1988Dizzle... While I understand you are doing this as some sort of IC recruitment thing, the claims made here, as well as follow up claims of obtaining users ip addresses can be distressing to users. Do not do this. I recommend letting those that you've sent such messages to that it is only meant to be taken IC and you do not actually have any such records, nor are they actually suspected of such crimes.
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    That is one fucking sexy screenshot.
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    I sincerely apologize for both me and my comrades for doing such a horrible thing. -The Masquerade
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    so when are we getting an age restriction on a rated m game
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    "Hi my names Eddie Malone, And I FUCKED YOUR WIFE!"
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    Who let Staggs lead another group?
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    Oh, of course, mentioning some of the bastards... @Drake and @sh4wzy Here it started. Now we have to see how it continues, right?
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    Its not all doom and gloom https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6839809/Puppy-love-Blind-11-year-old-golden-retriever-receives-helping-paw-seeing-eye-dog.html
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    What red has put above is right, server events help alot but also the player needs to put in effort to make changes. the 1 huge problem i see compared to the mod and early SA days is that noone wants to join groups. Before we would have about 15-25 groups 5or so would have 30 members and all the groups would have various playstyles and storylines that would end up leaking into another group with alliances, wars and trade being the final product. Groups are a great way for members to make new friends and get a community spirit going. They are also fantastic for new members as they can help teach them the rules. The big issue i see is that currently Gear>RP. Any new member ive robbed so far all moans and asks for their gun back or their military backpack. This attitude needs to stop particularly with the new members who some seem like they are here just to loot and stash gear then moan when they lose it.
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    “Well aren’t you a pretty one?” Snickered the masked man as he opened other's man’s jaw, placing a spoon across his teeth, making a slight pinging sound as it traces by them. “Still got all your fucking spikey sharpies and hello!” He gasps in excitement. “All in place it seems! What a lucky one we have here gotta boi’s, your mama would be proud of you no?” Belittles the man with a grin behind his covered face, softly slapping the man’s face with the metal spoon. “So ya get a good meal out of everything, eat well and looks like ya ma’s taught you well bug” He continued ranting under his muffled mask, slowly getting to his feet, looking around what was a high tire apartment block. His footsteps crackling on the broken glass, side stepping towards the other masked men in the room, looking over the city view of Chernarus. “The cunt’s got more sharpies than the dogs back at home lads! We all know what that could mean don’t ya? Andrei’s been looking for a fiiiinee set of nashers ever since that fight back with Bogdan and you sir.” The man turns towards the sitting man on the chair with his mouth wide open, held by the same spoon sideways while the other masked men pointing an old broken pistol at his face. “Mmm, you sir are going to be a willing…”unwilling” contribution to our course one that well...is going to need some sort of “distraction” while my good friend here accepts your contributions towards us.”The man, now with a small little knife in his hand squats right in front of the tied up man, resting the knife on his leg leaning on him as they level eye contact. “But don’t worry, we got some music for you, and hell if you keep quiet enough...maybe a little story, see? Afterall, we are guests to your home and it would be soo ruuude of us if we” *Chuckles slightly* “Well, didn’t repay the host now, should we?” “Now!” He claps his hands suddenly at the man, rubbing both his palms together. “Let’s have another look at those fine snappers of yours, turn on the music, we neeed…. some...motivation!” [mp3]http://puu.sh/rehqw/97a338052d.mp3[/mp3] Our home, back in Novigrad, bugs, pets and insects would band together like herds of animals. These cunts would form groups that focus on helping each other survive, scavenge together and protect each other from the ever growing threat of those brainless meatbags. At first it was communal (Like brav’s and sis’s and that shit right?,) parts of the cities would help out each other out. Neighbours supported neighbours, fam’s stuck with each other or friends bounding together for was to them a never ending nightmare. But all weren’t mindless bugs. Smart wankers, like minded curva would gang up to help each other the so called opportunists of the city who would prey on others for their own benefit. Many went by different names: Raiders,hooligans Bandits, thieves, zloději and criminals. Some of these other groups were killed off by the meatbags.-Little Bugs were killed by the ever growing presence of raiders. Survivors that turned to violence and intimidation tactics while others turned to internal fighting. But we remained strong. We survived the initial test that was imposed upon us enough to keep on going. There was not many of us probably around eleven or so all together from the beginning. We all bound together once the military took control of the streets, nearly everybody had a gun or weapon back where we lived but those Tinheads were not ready for such an infestation, they were more trained in scratching their ass’s than firing a weapon. That made weapons resourceful making us resourceful. We knew where to search for supplies and how to make the most out of what we had. Numbers don’t matter in these situations. Those fucking pricks that “survive” because of numbers need to take that stick out of their ass. We survived because we tested these idiots, we survived because we pushed the boundaries and thought outside the box that people safely locked themselves in. Even when it is at it’s worst, people always try and look for the positive in life, even when your uncle Nikola is abusing your little sister for his own sick pleasures. They kept telling each other “they will survive”. Grow up and let your balls drop. Nobody truly knows what life means until you have experienced the shit it gives to you. It just takes that one day to show you that nothing is fucking important and fucking going around being a carebear and praising yourself for being a white little skinny virgin looking for his first “date” is a complete waste of fucking time. All that matters is ourselves and even thieves amongst men, the strongest will always survive, he or she will guide us. He or she will lead our pack throughout these wastes, after all who gives a fuck when you have all the wacky in the world and more tits to suckle on than a pimp without business eh? This is what kept us going despite our “low” numbers our own needs and desires. Some learn it the hard way. You would try and keep yourself under wraps with the tin-heads guarding your backs in the early days. Their job was simple: To keep the streets clean and to be that middle man, they would be our guards, postmen and supplies all in one tight nit package. The only way to know of the outside world was through them They did what they could but local bums would keep raiding them and their food supplies, arms, bullets hell I even remember witnessing one of the kids from “Empty Heads” try and steal a tank for an initial test, fucker got fried though. This just showed one thing to not only the raiders but to anybody who lived in the cities: the Tin-Heads won’t last. Charlie fucking called it though, soon some fucker in the tin-heads while their commander was on a on patrol gunned him down in our sector. Bastard didn’t stand a chance against three auto’s on his back. This is when The Tin’s changed their policy and didn’t care about the sectors anymore and just took what they wanted. They wanted food or water? Someone to work for them? Fuck even if one of the pricks was horny it was the same old drill: six men armed to the teeth would walk down the alleys demanding it. Most just went along with it cause if you didn’t they would just open the gates letting the brain dead in. That was the fate of some of our neighbours. “Flower Men of Peppermint” didn’t have guns or weapons and relied on either the Tin’s or the local gangs for protection against the meatbags so there wasn’t much for them when the gates were flooded. Each of us remember exactly what we were doing that night when the gates were opened, the screams and begging you could hear through the gunfire. Very few of them survived and those who did ended up as pet toys and puppets for the tin-heads. From that point on everybody started calling the Tin-Heads Runners. Because it was a name that their leader Bogdan had for them. He would chase you with their pet hounds if you were caught out at night or breaking Runner Rule, it was a manner of sport for them. You could call it a game in such a sense where they had what they needed, they controlled what they wanted and lived the way they decided. Safe to say that very few dared to touch them and after a few weeks of this continuous behavior from the The Runners and in an odd sense they were more fucking organized than when they were still the Tin-Heads. Can’t help it but you have to admire the leader type when you meet one and this prick ruled with an Iron fist and swinging his cock around enough times to blind out any virgin mary, plus he had the firepower behind him to back up his desires. Sure he had a Ego-wanking habit and spewed more shit from his mouth than his ass but the man got shit done and hell, he got what shit he wanted. There was more “protection” with him in charge and the “Empty Heads” were more like their little attack dogs, compared to the Pit Bulls that were the Runners. It didn’t take long until most raiders, clans or fucking insects joined up with the Runners. Whether or not it was voluntary or by force it really didn’t matter much, you don’t bite from the hand that feeds you as the old expression goes. After a few months there was nobody within a few square miles that would try and touch runners turf at least the main bulk inside runner territory. However on the outskirts it was a different story. They focused on internalising their space were on the outskirts they would have people like us, myself and other survivors that they regularly called Fodder. A sort of meat shield against the other Raiders and especially the “Toy Troopers”, a local group that took control of various gun and weapon stores on the outskirts of the city. If it wasn’t the hassle from the Runners one evening it was these cunts from the other side and on a lucky night it was the meatbags. They were more a pest than an actual threat and were good target practice for the most part but you would still have those rare nights when a huge city horde would pass by and even with all our target practice we always needed the Runners help. This is where it went too far for us, day in and day out we were fucked on each end by either the living or dead, our own or others. This is what life was for us and how far we were tested by it, a fucked up asshole stretched further than a hookers pussy. Afterall, it just took that one push, that slip of the tongue or stepping of the toe to finally make meat of us all. Can’t really tell in all honesty when this all happened but we all know how it went down when things turned to the worst.You tend to stop counting and caring about the days after a while and those who did normally ended up with a rope fetish. At first we would look and it was shocking, then the shock value would just turn into dread. Now? We do nothing else but laugh about it, can’t help but smirk thinking about one choking himself off both ends as his salute away to the Runners and the rest, a fucking fat big bird right at the cunts. But we needed them back then and they knew that when it happened. I remember well when Andrei returned from the usual “pick me up” downtown past former “Empty Head” turf with the blankest expression I ever saw on him in my life. A horde, the size of a football stadium six streets down south on Trooper and Silver Turf, little but nothing remained there, explaining the extensive noise over the last few nights of gunfire now ending with a chilling silence. We were left with little option, once again we had to ask for help from the Runners, once again we had to get on our knees and lick whatever they wanted so we could survive the following horde attack. But this was not the case this time. Bogdan knew we needed their help desperately this time, using this to his and the Runners advantage there was only one price for their protection. So the cunt looked at us, I remember his gaze and the presence of control he had over his men at their stronghold at the city center one that reeked of not only men that hadn’t showered for months but of gunpowder, gas and chemicals used for their drug line. We sat there like obedient pups only to be told one thing would save our lives: Our Women. This was a constant problem for them, within the original ranks of the Tin Head’s they had zero to no women so most of them would come from other turfs or were captured in their local night parties in their territory to boost their ever dying ranks of women. In those days as Bogdan would always say: if you wanted to live under runner reign, you run by runner rules, fucker always thought himself as the new Valle In-Clan with his forked tongue. This for us was our snapping point were we would take no more of his bullshit, we all knew what would happen if we gave up our families and friends to them and this is where enough was enough and left the camp all with the same thing on our minds, the same objective and same desires: Run the Runners out. We returned back one hand empty but the other with a gun in our hands loaded to the brim with bullets. We knew they would come if we didn’t reply to them within 24 hours, it was a rule that Bogdan likes to have to put a little bit of pressure on those inside Runner turf so we set up at our homes, preparing traps behind the walls, guard posts on the roofs and cars blocking all back and front entrances readying ourselves for the fuckers to walk right into, no longer would we sit back and let them take from us, no more shall we allow them to abuse us and use us we are in control and this what was said: We know things are bad. Worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore. We sit in a house as slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster, and my TV, and my steel belted radials and I won't say anything. Well I'm not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad! All I know is first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a human being, God Dammit! My life has value!" So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" Did you expect a hero’s story sweetheart? Where the princess finds her husband and we all find the Garden of Eden? It was a fucking slaughter,the fuckers gunned us down one by one quicker than a slaughterhouse killing of a herd of animals. Face the facts,we stood no chance at that moment against the former Tin-Heads but we did gain something from within their ranks: A respect. Very few actually challenged them at this point of their rule, they were always looking for people who would say no and prove their worth. This is what they looked for somebody to prove their worth just like how they said no back when Bogdan shot down his old boss. Those who survived were taken in, either as slaves, bags or as future fighters like myself. Our women were put into use as they desired and our children were either put into the care of the Runner Elite or put into cheap labour, children required less food and less to drink so why waste supplies on feeding full adults in labour work? It wasn’t a simple process though, we were chained up like animals, our mouths covered by a mask to silence us and dehumanize us, making us their Pups training us like wild animals to become a trained killer. Simple things of obedience, being told that you had to sit when they told you to sit, it was drilled into your head from the beginning and from the moment we entered the camp. The fact that we were allowed to live because of what we could bring to the pack. No matter how much you hated Bogdan for what he did to us, what he did to our families and women there was one thing that you always had for him, that was respect. He taught us what it truly meant to survive here in this world and what it took here in this shitfest. At first it was hard, shooting a man because you had to or robbing a family because you must but if you didn’t you would have been shot yourself and the more you think about it that's all that matters: Ourselves. We learnt that if we all strive together for our best trying to push each other it will push others with us. An Alpha chain and pack were the those strongest would climb, while the weaker would get shot or serve as a pet. We served under him, served under the Runners for months working with them gaining their trust and slowly becoming our own family not by choice but by necessity. What never kills us shall only make us stronger and we must be the strongest. (character names are still WIP) @Stagsview - Vilem Sortec @AndreyQ - Kevin Nivek @Para -Radek Svarc @Castiel - Drazan Kovac @Craig -WIP- @Terra -Betka Komarek @Ron - Vadim Hora @Elmo -Sebastian Sladek Our group in reality as it currently stands has no goals as they are basically “survivors”. There is nothing original about this group besides we are trying to bring a new flavor what it means in “Bandit RP”. The group is based off of hord/alpha mentality and our actions will be determined by the leader who leads the group. The name could change as the leader changes along with the playstyle of the group and the objectives. More information in regards to our objectives are found on our private documents that have been provided towards the Loremasters and will also be able for those who apply for the group itself. We hope to bring something special with this group. Interested in joining? We are always looking for new members, regardless of age and experience. Just fill out this format and sent it to Staggs. One thing i do have to do. Is Thank Both Valkerion and Fox for the help with design of the group. Both great lads and miss you both xx. Age: Country(Timezone): DayZRP Experience: Previous Clans: Experience with Russia/Russian culture: Explain to us what you understand from the lore: What is your favourite 80’s track? Why would you like to join us?: Your activity in a week: Brief backstory: Character skills: What role would suit you best?: Suggestions for the group: Extras:
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    Not hard to put two and two together what do you do when your toy breaks? You throw it in the trash. Your people even told us she was dead, When suggested you do whatever you want to your toys for your satisfaction rape is on the table and everything above other wise why are they toys? unless for your sick fantasy, you went above and beyond you got cut so deep bone started to show, what did you do? You laught in his face the whole time got stabbed to the point you bled out of 4 different holes you moaned like you were ready to bust a nut. Nothing to really discusse as it's all laid out here no problems from my side at least but fuck this shit was weird. Anything further you wish to bring up I'm fine with but pms would suit it best like you said.
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    Been loving the roleplay from you guys lately, from intense firefights to marathons its all been great. Hopefully we can get some diplomacy started soon vatos.
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    Numb. That is what I felt after the adrenaline wore off and the image of the brain matter flying from his skull faded. I felt... nothing. Maybe I'm still in shock or processing. I didn't know him. I don't know if he was innocent or not, but I suppose no one really is. Put some things into perspective I suppose. The people around me, the conflicts that exist, who would really care if I was gone. I found myself switching the frequencies on my radio, wanting to check in on family members to see how they were doing. Each time I got to one they would be on, I found myself pressing the button and releasing, questioning if they would miss me or if I would just kind of disappear into the back of their mind and fade away. If my marriage taught me anything, it's that love is temporary for some people. I may be loyal beyond when it's reasonable but I am an exception, not the rule. So... I finally pressed the button, and I sent a simple message to my family. Just checking in, seeing how you're doing. I guess what I was really saying... Was please don't forget me.
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    A actual perma from a FF? I'm stunned, bravo man! To take a character you love and actually perma them makes and builds so much RP for others around you. I never met Awimba but ... I feel we should all carry a little Awimba in our hearts.
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    This is why you must use Duracell rather than regular batteries Welcome back guys
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    The long dark is no fun when you're a fresh spawn. I hope Rose doesn't die of thirst before she sees the break of dawn. (I have got to find better places to go afk . . . this is the second time I've returned to find Rose dead. And I swear, I closed the door, really I did.)
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    YEAH CERNA LISKA IS BACK wait.. this ain't Liska...
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    I upgraded from an i7 6600k to a Ryzen 2700x a few days ago, I can confirm that the 2700x is a monster. In average im getting a nice 30 fps boost in all games, along with being stream on a x264 preset. If anyone is thinking of changing their CPU you should check out AMD instead of going for overpriced Intel processors.
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