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SubdigitalGJ

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  1. +1 absolutely. Hideouts for bandits, ambush. Build a base wall around it and have your base inside. Just so many cool ideas with it.
  2. @Derv and @Joahfor the fun little "stick em up". Friends found in unlikely places!
  3. It would seem no matter what your keybinding is set to as soon as you click your text chat the game will not let any other buttons work forcing you to ALT TAB out.
  4. I cant answer your first part but I have some ideas for the second. I think a lot of what an authoritarian regime would need to make people stay is fear. The fear that if you betray "The party", "The King", "The State", whatever you want to call it, will be met with force. For a Dayz example all the members of the regime would sign there names in some sort of notebook of the entire community. The fear would be, if someone leaves the regime is going to find them. Your RP ideas here could be bounty hunters going after this person for a reward or something like demanding a group harboring "an enemy of the regime" to hand them over. Also another reason to stay is the clear, obvious devotion of the leader who is doing all this for YOU the citizen and struggling survivor needing a home. A charismatic dictator can do wonders.
  5. *A small chuckle would escape Misha's lips before he turns to grab his radio. A quick second thought before he pushes down on the PTT as a rushian accent finds its way over the frequency* "British man, huh? What you doing so far from your island? Work? Military? Hm, I wonder." *The radio clicks off for a moment before coming back to life.* "You gotta stop being scared of being alone friend, nobody is alone now, infected roam free. Take comfort in that, I would be scared if nobody was around anymore. What are you hoping to gain from this little radio show hmm? Tell me." *The russian turns off the PTT*
  6. Misha never enjoyed large crowds. The looks people game, the clattering of laughs and false smiles. It was never home to him. Big cities with big buildings and big people, not a life he ever wanted to live. His mother called him smart, his father an idiot. Misha never felt the need to stay home and joined in with the army when he could. One deployment to the middle east was enough to feel he belonged. Combat, lound noises, hatred of crowds, everything clicked. A combat zone was more home than home ever was. Disperse a crowed to get non-combatants out, watch rooftops for snipers, shoot anyone with a weapon. HItman, mercenary, soldier of fortune. All words his mother called him when he refused to come back home after his service. Singing on with a military company based out of the Ukraine in Syria was a stable enough job for him as a young man. He saw more combat than he did with the army but at a smaller scale, his skills heightened and his time alone grew. When a stray bullet blew off two fingers he decided it would be time to return "home". Even if he didnt know what that was. To get home he had to take a small plane into north eastern turkey to transfer to another plane back home. Something was immediate wrong when they landed, all planes were grounded and police checking everyone for some sort of sickness. News had spread of some strange virus in Chernarus but it wasn't heard much in Syria. By the time he, and everyone in the airport, realized what had happened it was already too late. Misha didnt stay in Turkey long, he figured he could have gotten out and gone further into Europe to "safety" but maybe that wasn't the best idea, after all he always hated big crowds. Misha would head north, taking a boat ride across the Green sea looking for an old friend. Alive or dead in Chernarus he hoped if nothing else to find her and uphold a promise long since unkempt.
  7. IGN (In - Game Name) : Brandon Chi Age: 21 Country: USA English skills: Fluent DayZ Mod Experience: Not a whole lot to be queit honest, never really got into the mod, kinda missed that big train. DayZ Standalone Experience: Rather low but steadily growing and looking to grow even more! Roleplaying Experience: A good amount. I do a lot of theater and tabletop RPG's where we do a lot of roleplaying so getting into character is very easy for me. What kind of In Game role best describes you: Hunter/scavenger/hero Have you been in any clan/group previously: Nope! (Here's hoping!) Additional notes: I like to think I'm a pretty chill guy and fun to be around so feel free to just shoot me a message. Just really looking for people to play with as it can be a bit dull solo. Best way to contact you: Fourms or my discord (Subdigital#1744) Quote Edit
  8. Brandon's family had already moved to america by the time he was born, his father had suggested the idea and while his mother disagreed she never the less went along with the idea. He grew up richer than most, especially in New York as his father easily transferred to a new branch of his company here in the states. With two older brothers Brandon's parents thought it would be best to give him a more "american name" as he was the first family member to be born. Growing up his father pushed hard for all of his sons to be successful and while Brandons oldest brother was a shining example of what their father wanted, Brandon and the middle child were not. At fifteen Brandon had already gotten expelled from two private schools and was reluctantly put into a public, more local school to his fathers dismay. At seventeen his middle brother was in a fatal car accident due to drunk driving, while it wasn't his fault Brandon's father placed the blame on him and the two grew further away. As time went on Brandon and his father refused to talk and eventually Brandon decided he had had a enough and wanted to leave. After graduation of high school. that his father did not attend, Brandon moved on to looking for work. More schooling didn't seem like a good idea and eventually he settled on getting a job at the dock yards. A few months later a job posting as crew on a oil tanker. He took the job withought a moments notice. His father wouldn't even bother to say goodbye to him. A few years later still working on the same ship and a freak storm caused the ship to make a sudden stop at a smaller out of the way dock. Docked in Chernarus the boat waited for repairs while Brandon and the rest of his crew either stayed on the boat or out on the town. By the time the outbreak was in full swing and borders closed it was too late. He was stuck.
  9. *Edward ducks into a building as he hears the chatter on the radio. He takes a second before pushing down on the PTT* "Hey lady, me and a mate o' mine got a car and some tents set up, we're looking to help out people if we can and well, I dont like the idea of anyone being alone. Names Edward, let me know your posistion and I can come meet up with you." *He removes his hand off the PTT*
  10. Yes that gun is completely shot. I spent 2 hours the other day trying to fix the problem on my AK-M. It will save you so much stress to just find a new one.
  11. SubdigitalGJ

    DayZRP Seasons / Chapters / Episodes

    I voted yes with a caveat. The idea of a more structured and IMPORTANT lore is appealing. My only concerns is about making sure its done right. If there are a set of dedicated lore masters willing to put time and effort into making each season unique and meaningful. I'm all aboard. My fear is that every season just turns into a character+lore wipe for no reason other than its what we are doing. With the new modding tools coming and staff being able to add things into the map I could see this being cool. First few months of the season people are getting strange millitary frequencies on radio or seeing the occasional military jet fly over. Then half way there is a [insert organization] that the admins spawn who add a X factor to the server. THen the last bit of the season is people banding together to fight them or them becoming a more permanent community. I'm willing to give it a go.
  12. IGN (In - Game Name) : Edward Riles Age: 21 Country: USA English skills: Fluent DayZ Mod Experience: Not a whole lot to be queit honest, never really got into the mod, kinda missed that big train. DayZ Standalone Experience: Rather low but steadily growing and looking to grow. Roleplaying Experience: A good amount. I do a lot of theater and tabletop RPG's where we do a lot of roleplaying so getting into character is very easy for me. What kind of In Game role best describes you: Hunter/scavenger/hero Have you been in any clan/group previously: Nope! (Here's hoping!) Additional notes: I like to think I'm a pretty chill guy and fun to be around so feel free to just shoot me a message. Best way to contact you: Fourms or my discord (Subdigital#1744)
  13. *A grunt is heard along with the sound of a moving chair, soft patters of rain in the distance as Edward adjusts himself into the chair. Pushing down on the PTT* "Clayton, Georgia, its Edward I don't know if either of ya two made it out. If we got any luck left in the world I'm sure you did. I dropped one before hitting the dirt, at least I think I did. Maybe that gave you some time." *Another more pronounced grunt of pain is heard as Edward pauses for a second taking a breath.* "Got the sides of my belly riddled with holes I do. I'm going to go off, looking for my friend I told you about. Clayton. Georgia..." *Another pause. "I'm sorry, I tried." *Edward lets go of the PTT*
  14. Born and raised in Dublin Edward was often out in the country with his grandfather who he spent much of his time with. The old man while in his elder years was as stuborn and as strong as an ox. Catching game and roaming the farm as if still in his youth. Every summer Edward would spend the days with his Grandfather, learning to hunt, ride horses, tend to crops. For awhile he felt this would be his life as his grandfather had offered him the farm when he died over Edwards father. Eventually though, time and old age struck Ed's grandfather down when he was 17. Only just now into his first year of Univiersity he felt he couldn't drop everything and settle down so soon. He had a career he was going to have after all. So he sold the farm to some company that snatched it up. The funds went to helping him get the networking he needed to land a nice commercial job at an investment bank. Soon he was traveling the world and experiences the good life as some would say. However, this business man is now getting far more than he paid for in this foreign land.
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