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    You're very welcome for the feedback, @TIMELAPSEWB, @MouseWB and @MasonnWB
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    Mkay, first lot of feedback this time around. I'm disappointed. I know you can do better than what I've seen and heard over the last few days. First interaction with you lot was being 'rescued' from being a hostage, but then being told to stand in a house with my arms up and be quiet. There was no attempt to roleplay with the four of us you had against the wall, instead your 'efforts' were directed towards Lorcan. It got to the point that people were messaging me on steam during this time, as they were watching a stream of the situation, saying bascially "They really need to make an effort to talk to you guys" and "If they're not going to roleplay with you, why don't they just let you go" I asked repeatedly in character if we could be released and I got told to shut up, which is pretty poor roleplay. My next scenario comes from last night, where, for whatever reason, @MasonnWB decides to jump down my throat and start screaming at me because I asked him not to use a megaphone at Green Mountain because people were trying to have conversations and, yknow, roleplay. Instead of a "Oh okay" or even a "Pfft fine whatever" I got him being overly hostile towards me, despite our groups being neutral with each other, screaming things along the lines of: "Who the fuck are you", "Don't you know who I am?", "No one tells me what to do", "I'm Noah Russo, no one tells me what to do you dumb fucking whore" To which, understandably, I got very frustrated, as all I'd done was request you not use the megaphone. I retaliated. I understand if this is your character, but it really came out of absolutely nowhere. I wasn't hostile at you, I wasn't rude to you, but all of a sudden I just get screamed at and called a whore. Naturally, I punched him once, lightly, to vent frustration. To which I got absolutely BATTERED back. I backed off, and he called me a pussy or something, and continued trying to beat me. I defended myself with a machete and he decided it was a good idea, whilst surrounded by my allies and friends, to pull a gun and attempt to spray me down. Thankfully @NorwayRP was on hand to defend me, as I wasn't entirely expecting it. I survived, thanks to his and the rest of their input. They then took @Nick Plasse hostage, and his hostage RP was abysmal. There was no fear, no concern, continuously back talking and being cocky, even when guns are aimed at him. He ignored another player attempting to talk to him, laughing off any 'pain' or 'torture' that was given. It ended with him being executed for continuously talking back to his captors. Of which there was probably about 5 or 6 at this point (Maybe more). As well as claiming "Im not gonna die, you have tiny dicks, you can shoot me now" I have also heard and seen video footage of this group purely caring about gear and PVP over any actual decent roleplay. This is disappointing to see because I know @MouseWB can lead a group well and I know you have some good roleplayers in your roster. My point here is, the roleplay I was given and I have witnessed was atrocious on all interactions. I urge you to look into this and fix it, because I would hate to see people end up with points or bans for badRP/gearRP/NVFL etc. - Focus on ROLEPLAY. - Make sure your hostages are being engaged with, make it interesting for them! - Control yourselves, not everything is an insult or hostile towards you. You don't need to be hostile to EVERYONE you meet. - Gear should be an afterthought. - Not everything needs to end in PVP. I hope to see you make the appropriate changes, and look forward to seeing your improvements in the future.
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    @SquirtleKitty had her clit pinched. DayZRP has peaked.
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    But wait if you get rid of the Island, how am I supposed to go there to avoid RP?
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    Finally gave in and purchased it
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    Me playing YeeHaw Simulator 2K19 and reading the Forums today:
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    I noticed there is permanently banned player on your roster, might want to remove him.
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    Me waking up today to all the notifications
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    There is basically a bridge there already via the shipping containers. You just have to be smart and take it slow. Its a prison, its not SUPPOSED to be easy to get to and from... so no, it doesn't need a bridge.
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    You can hear the sound of searing flesh as a cigarette is put out on the old man kneeling on the cold hard floor. People who knew the man would think he looks like Declan Ross, the man who took the reins of the Mafia with Ronnie Norton after Dean betrayed his people. Declan is kneeling in an old warehouse south of Berezino, the rain dripping on his head. Multiple coats of sweat, dirt and blood now decorate his body. His knees are weak of kneeling for several hours, staring at the ground. His hope is lost. He always knew that “departing to new land” was a big mistake. It was just a ploy to get rid of Dean, that Hampton wanted the power to himself. He is snapped back to reality when a boot hits his stomach knocking the air out of him. A Slavic voice bellows laughter at him from a few steps away. A young man, hardly over 20, is walking in front of him in circles. He is reading Dean’s sacred journal, flicking through the pages, occasionally ripping out parts and tossing them onto the floor. “..... stop….. its not yours….” Declan whimpers the little words his frail body allows. The man would stop in the middle of ripping out a page and turn his head towards Declan. For a moment it feels like the world is standing still as nobody talks, breathes, nobody does anything. The man walks towards Declan and kneels down towards him “.... ahem” a thick Chernarussian accent would accompany any words he says “... so you don't want to talk to us at all ... not a single word… but as soon as I touch the little girls diary you lose your shit…?” a laugh leaves one of the men surrounding Declan shortly to be silenced by a deadly glance from the main actor of this show. “Listen to me Declan, Dean fucking betrayed you, you took me in and now I betray you… History repeats itself, no?” “....I…. take you in ... and…. you disgrace me….. Gosha” Gosha Sevcik, a 21-year old Chernarussian nationalist would stand to his feet. “As you westerners would say..... Bing-go” Gosha stands up from his kneeling position. He grabs a compass and positions himself facing north before turning to leave the warehouse. He is talking to his people, mostly Chernarussian and a bit English… There is one Chernarussian sentence that stands out to Declan, one he has heard before, one that pretty much everyone else would not understand… “Finish him”. One of the pages Gosha ripped out of the journal would read the following: The Mafia is getting targeted by many different groups - District, Legion, Wolfpack and those assholes of Corp. I think we should duck down and keep it low, I don't want any further trouble… Over the top of the neatly written words somebody has taken a permanent marker and scribbled the words WEAK. The page, soaked in blood and rain, was part of Dean Lockwoods Journal, the old Godfather of the Mafia and it was also its demise. Stepping out the barn, Gosha would put on his backwards baseball cap and look into the trees. “It is done Ronnie, it is time for a new age…. Who are we even gonna be now?” “A Mob.” The old Bouncer answers, emerging from the shadows. “What's that?” “A large crowd of people... one that is disorderly in particular and intend t'cause trouble or violence.” Ronnie takes out his Marlboro packet, a cigarette brand scarce to this land and offers Gosha one. "There will never be peace in this land, Gosha. We might as well profit from the chaos." the Old Man mutters. "Ano, so it will be… " Gosha lights the cigarette while he stands next to Ronnie, gazing over the landscape. Ronnie grabs a hold of his radio, activating his transmission. "Gareth, you hear me?" Gareth Jones, a 29-year old Englishman takes to his radio somewhere in Chernarus. "Fuck me, Uncle Ron?! Finally, you're back, where the fuck have you been?" "I had everyone breathing down my neck, District, Legion, Corporation even the goddamn Wolfpack for a while". He takes another pull of his cigarette "I left to Russia, thinking it would start a new beginning. I thought it would be a safer life... I discovered that it is all bullshit." He exhales the smoke into the mild rain. "You will make enemies wherever you go and I'm done runnin'. Its time to grab these pricks by the balls, but I'm goin' to need you and your men under my wing for this." Gareth pauses for a moment before pressing his PTT once again to reply. "Ronnie, I always supported the Mafia, even when you took over. I will always fight by your side, blood is blood and we will always support you. My men are yours... lets do this." Gather information on as many groups as possible, locating the whereabouts of each and every base (Indefinite) Hassle all compounds that refuse to contribute to the currency (Indefinite) Help to protect all compounds that cooperate with the currency (Indefinite) Interfere with any trade routes, obtaining a certain percentage of the shipments (Indefinite) Enforcing the credit scheme as a currency for survivors (Indefinite) Introduce a credit banking scheme to the country and have a selection of settlements follow it. (Day 870) (COMPLETE) Advertise a bounty scheme for people to be collected if found in outstanding debt for other organizations (Day 875) Establish peace treaties and alliances with those deserving, provided that specific expectations are set (Day 880) Encourage a compound to prioritise a drug store for business to contribute to the Credit Scheme (Day 885) Hire citizens to operate as 'Accountants' to investigate credit score records for survivors in each compound on a weekly plan (3/5) Boss man - Ronald Norton @Ronnie Head of Security - Gosha Sevcik @Charlie Head of HR - Gareth Jones @G_DateLR Head of Diplomacy - Michael Duquesne @DuquesneLR Shot Caller - Izak Dvorak @Joah Shot Caller - Charles Hane @Inferno Accountant - Marie White @Scarlett Accountant - Merrick Pine @Magpie Accountant - Theodore Petrov @WulfeGirl Mobster - Frederik Niclassen @KohlSkaal Mobster - Martin Bjornstad @maybelele Mobster - Nathan Woods @NathanWB Mobster - Chad John @Tormented Mobster - Jonathan Mathews @Johnny Navid Mobster - Mihai Nedelcu @Alan Woods Mobster - Imrich Vakindi @FireDude Mobster - Radek Novotny @ItsChocolateMan Mobster - Leo Hammer @Cartman Mobster - Paul Pinkerton @Snozz Mobster - Noah Russo @MasonnWB Mobster - Jager Casanova @RocJag Interested? Message @Ronnie and @Charlie in the forums. Lore and Graphics created by @Charlie (Was done in 20 minutes, was paid $500 for it)
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    @Mr Anon Jimmy Humperdinck @Chuckdeuce Charles Wright @inar038JD Kincade @BaronVonGrumble Fergus Finlay @iBstoneyDave Dave Stone @TheScouseViking Samuel Kun Choi @ToeZies Jack Edwards @SidChaos Sid Sandman @Breadman Ryan Choi @Blom Dan Andersson @timjelly Timothy Tyler @dnSLmo Daniel Selmo @bigbluedave Jonathan Fredricks @V3rtical Gavin Cave @TwistedVenom Brodie Wright All recruitment must be completed in character, if you are interested in joining then please find us in game. Please reply any constructive feedback. Thread Graphics: @Breadman Thanks to all OG members of the 101.
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    We are bringing voice acting to a new level, DayZERP will not be able to comprehend this production
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    Woah. Yeah, let's not do the clit pinching on the forums. Posts hidden.
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    Yo, fellow hobo Kenneth here. So, during some time now there have been alot off people living at the prison island. And to be honest it's making a split in the community. For me it seems like people go there to avoid others RP. So me and @Ryan Shepherd have bumped our below average IQ together and think we should tactical nuke that island. There is also the problem with going there. You get cold and it's annoying. So it makes it hard to attack. It's almost AOGM to live there. The place also looks like fucking hogwarts! NUKE IT! Trust me, i used to be a respected staff member!
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    You never ran this group, it was always Moody. Idk who you think you were when you were a member of this group, but never a leader. Please stop trying to act like you were. None of these guys on the roster, some of which have been saviors for years now, would ever say you were. Also Idc about beans, I’m more of a tactical bacon kinda guy.
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    Here are the pictures you asked me to take:
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    From the album: A Deaf Girl's World

    I wonder where the fourth one went.
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    I... am speechless. At least it was @Fae who was doing the pinching Bring in my other love @PhoenyxxRP!
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    Personally I would love to see a spin off. An intense story about the Boy$ from the End$ and their many adventures
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    This one is gonna be a hard no from me. People don't go there to avoid RP, they go their to roleplay, even if it is internally. If people wanted to avoid RP, they'd go somewhere far out of the way and hidden, not the giant castle floating in full view of the shore. I see no reason to remove a large part of the map that people are enjoying, even if it is hard to raid. Which, to be fair, it's a prison.. on an island... probably shouldn't be easy to.
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    So just looked at a report where 7-9 people got banned for apparent griefing . As I understand and please correct me dismantling a wall just for its resources is wrong? But it is okay to dismantle wall/gate or make a gate to exit or gain entry to a base. H barrier or sandbags is something you can just place like a garden box or wood storage?? So is removing them Griefing if you use them to fortify your own base ?? As people have taken tents/wood crates/barrels in the past with no repercussions. If you could answer this for me it’d be appreciated
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    I suggest that we add warmth + water proof protection for certain clothing items so as to protect you during a rain storm. One item I propose that we add the same effects to the poncho item as ponchos are typically cloaks that were historically used to provide protection from the elements which included heavy rainfall. They also provided warmth. if you have any ideas post them below.
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    @FalkRP Dude has been seriously trying to join staff for years now. Think he deserves at least a shot.
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    Well, you said I was a even a better leader at the start of the year so your claims you are saying now are false. But good luck with my old group I wish you all the best.
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    Everyone watching the forums today
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    I'm commenting on a thread which I used to own, and run. I commenting about the issues you have on this thread. This isn't unnecessary post as it's realted to the page. What you are posting is unnecessary and failed attempt at a beanz farm.
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    Please keep the group thread related and stop posting unnecessary posts, thanks!
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    Nice to see someone else qualified for such a vital role to make a healthy/happy group. Good luck with this lads - looks good!
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    Good luck to you boys. Great meeting some of you OOCly. Never got to see the group during its fruition.
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    Perhaps its time to come home....
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    Nah. I'm not really speaking on a personal level due to my history and the island but "nuking" a part of the map because people aren't good enough to PvP there or try to actually RolePlay some diplomacy out is just pathetic, IMO. I haven't been there in a while so I don't ICly or OOCly know of the groups of people(s) who inhabit there, but nothing is permanent. If it is a hostile-ish group or a neutral group of people squatting on an island for protection against us monsters on the mainland then it would make logical IC sense in an apocalypse to be isolationists. Try diplomacy via radio, or send tributes/gifts over until you can talk to someone. If that doesn't work and you want to do what any other nation has in history when they want something from someone: take it. Get good PvPers and take it over, or use logistics to your advantage. Maybe try inside manning if you can get ashore, or use tactics to take it over? In Dark Souls speak: git gud. tl;dr: Work on diplomacy or your tactics.
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    there seems to be some confusion with how cold the water is. if you go there during the day and wring out your clothes when you are done with the swim you will be just fine
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    Wanna join an Alliance?
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    It's early, the morning just opening it's eyelids with a few singular, blurry rays of light. The fields being drenched in the nights glitter, casting a shallow fog that wraps itself around every tree and stone, hiding each wandering path that was used so often. Birds chirping quietly, their melody echoing throughout the forest. Among the fog would step a silhouette, crawling over sticks and thick wood work, merely it's breath visible in the cold morning. Cracking of twigs, crunching of fallen leafs, rolling stones. Each step would lead the silhouette closer to it's destination. A cabin deep hidden within the mountains and woods of Chernarus. By now the sun would have risen just enough to cast a looming shine around the figure approaching the cabin. Hooded, covered entirely by cloth and rags, wrapped in a visible, heavy, worn out carrier. It's weapons rattle and snap against each other whilst dangling off it. On its back, a bulking collection of boxes, bags and slings. Merely a few more meters, the looming architecture reaching into the trees crowns, yet being bathed in the warm morning sun which casts a wide shadow of the figure approaching. It's steps scream loudly on the cabins wooden boards, a stepping stool to it's porch. Little cobwebs struck themselves across the wooden logs and railings, keeping its proud roof held up highly. A longing sigh escaped the still shadowy figure. It was silent, they were alone. The door began screeching at every inch it was opened, the little windows decorating its frame quivering loosely in their sockets. Stepping inside with just as loud floor boards the shadow drifted into the building followed by a shallow guardian made of fog and vapor. A long cloak waving and dancing in the breeze it had brought along only to stand still, frozen in place as the door clicked shut. The faceless hood began drifting in waves, left and right, inspecting its surroundings. As finger less gloves gripped the hood it fell, dropping onto the strangers shoulders. A craved, worn mask glimpsed across the room. Soon it made way as well, a soft click releasing it from it's user. Alkis sighed heavily, a mixture of relief and disappointed in his breath. The gnarly look of his own face reflected in the dusty hallway mirror. He was alone among the few rats and bugs calling this place now their home. He dropped his belongings at the door, everything hit the floor, every bit of protection and safety was released. Each scar the man wore would become visible. A canvas of hardship, wars lost, victories achieved, men gained and families lost. His now way lighter steps shifted throughout the hallway, countless thoughts turning his mind into a war-zone. Each step, a brief reminder, like lighting, mercilessly striking his mind with each memory that remained. Each step like a nail driven into its sole. He arrived silently in the main hall, no light but the few now white rays of light breaking through dust and web. "Like a wolf in it's den...seems like even the alpha does leave it's pack behind eventually..." He spoke within his own radius, almost silently. Reaching to his back would be sitting a crate, once setting it onto the wide table within the center it would rest, beautifully engraved and decorated, while a chess field waited on top. He calmly sets down the hand crafted chess board. "They surely knew how to make an entrance...but so did we, right?" Reaching into his pouch he pulled out two sets. One white, setting it up neatly on one side of the playing field. Now, onto the black pieces. Not traditional ones, each piece carefully hand crafted, engraved and signed with a name. Yet he refused to put any on the board but one, a black rook, his name carved into its neck. Each other piece now calmly rests on the side of the board, each one carrying another name of their family. A metal plate in front of the board, pointing towards the entrance, reads. "So many lost pieces. Once you return to the place your heart calls home. May choose to reunite, or leave as a lost soul." Every so slowly he would distance himself from the table. One less weight to carry around on his back was set down, a gift left behind by a broken man that despite everyone's opinion remains on his feet. His eyes draw silently around the hall, into the different hallways leading towards rooms once occupied, up into the indoor balcony resting high above the hall. Even when the room was empty, even without a single soul present he felt like a mountain was resting above this place, or at least his head was him telling that. Wandering loosely around the hall, along the shelfes and drawers, by the windows and lamps until finding his place of rest, an armchair sitting tugged away between to nightstands. He fell into it, dust being thrown up into the already foggy air. Watching, almost staring at the dust, seeing it dance, twirl and soon fall back to the floor, almost mocking the pity he found himself in. His head sunk. "I remain grateful. So far away from good and evil. Eyes cold as Ice, wanting to see the sun. The cold wind blows to stop me in my path. But hot blood flows through my veins. We live between heaven and hell. Hanging over the abyss on a silks thread. Don't show weakness was our only rule... but the pouring rain hides every tear we fail to hold back. Even when everything shatters like glass, broken pieces will still reflect the light." He looked down upon his arm, his palm pointing towards the ceiling, the mark left on his wrist almost glowing in the vague, dust drenched sunlight. His thumb calmly running over the scarred skin. "Can you do me this one favor ?" He asked into the room, his voice barely echoing. "Can I for once not be disappointed ? Can I for once hold onto something and not let it go ?" His fist clenched, his wrists pressing to the chairs arms, throwing him out of it as if charging an intruder only to slowly stumble to a hold with an empty gaze, his entire figure lightly trembling "Can I for once not be alone inhere ?" He asked into the room as if it was filled with them, his family. Open arms he asked into the empty, dusty and creaking void. Not a single soul to be seen. "...and I always thought the darkness would scream back at me..." He stumbled towards the entrance, heavy breaths, slow steps, he wasn't exhausted, he was tired, of what ever plagued him. Dragging himself along the walls and drawers littering the hallways he came from, falling past his belongings to push himself into the door, pushing it open only to fall to his knees. He began screaming, screaming on top of his lungs, across the roof tops, into the trees crowns all the way up into the sky, he yelled, he screamed, he howled he hurled until his throat wouldn't take it any longer. His head was pulsing, his throat burning, his heart pounding. He listened to his voice ringing through the hills and trees, hoping some ears would catch it and know what it meant. Kneeling there for a moment that seemed like another lifetime, looking aimlessly into the forest ahead. His screams banishing every thought from his mind. Once again allowing everything to be truly silent. He rose to his feet and found his way back inside. Collecting his belongings the way he left them. His mask remained off, his hood down. Once more his head turned back towards the door, slowly pulling it shut and taking steps ahead. He didn't want to leave, neither wanted he to stay. Once his boots began hitting the wood work he once threw a look back, his eyes brightening up a little and a tiny smile carving its way across his lips. For a moment he imagined how things would be, if everyone was there. His mouth opened and so he spoke. "Save travels." "Keep your head on your shoulders." "Find your way home." "Stay safe." "See you soon." "Until Then." "I miss you. Family....." _______________________________________________________________________ Thank you to every member of "The Playhouse" before me, while we lasted and who still remains. Thank you to every outsider interacting with us and making us who we were. Thank you to the readers, I hope you enjoyed a little insight into Alkis Rouber. "What ever happens, happens." - Keiko Nobumoto
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    Remove it why cause its the 1 base you cant raid? Why would you remove any part of the map. If anything build a bridge? or if its to cold just don't swim?
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    NHF is no more I'm angry and disappointed at the same time. To all NHF members, I am happy as long as it lasted. Will miss all the RP we had
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    This is the story of psychopath Dexter and his little sister Roxy.
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    Hello, I'm Finn and I'm here to bring to you another terrible suggestion. I've always liked the prison but honestly always thought the swim wasn't worth it, the prison is an underappreciated piece of architecture on the map that barely many eyes barely see due to it being off on the island. So I'm here to suggest adding an inland prison. This prison shouldn't be an exact copy of the one on the island, it should be placed out in the middle of nowhere like the forests or the northern hills but it should make it way easier to get to since it's on land and should have it's own lore built alongside it. Ex: abandoned before the outbreak at the collapse of the soviet union, WW2 POW prison, Insane asylum (edgy choice), future Odezva prison? I hope you share the same interests as I do and I hope it could bring more roleplay around prison RP or just allow us to appreciate the architecture of the prison. Give it a vote and let me know what your opinion is down below.
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    From the album: A Deaf Girl's World

    To be continued...
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    And here I thought blowing someone next to NWAF in game was messed
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    Kinda cool that you're back too I guess @Fox... loser... ❤
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    Woah, I remember this group. Good luck
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    Had a pretty fun night last night and some need shout outs. @Morytania @Eagles and @Derek Steel had a good time running about with you. Also a shout out to "John" who we met at GM. @Squillium @Nik @Dew-chan and Ling Ling (sorry forget your forum name mate) was great bumping into yall again. Also @Dusty hope you didn't get sick from the river water. Lastly @NorwayRP and @ShrimpRP sorry our RP got cut unexpectedly short. But was great seeing you boys all the same.
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