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ItzThatcher

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"GPS Satellites. Unmanned Drones. Fookin Laser Sights!"

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About ItzThatcher

  • Birthday 07/15/98

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  1. My Thought Logs

    **I find myself looking over the wilderness surrounding me, recalling a scant few trips I did take back up in the Rockies. I would idly rub my jaw while glancing at the latest among the few survivors I encountered without guns being drawn and voices yelling. Looking over the couple, then the other two strange fellows, I can't help but wonder to myself what life has in store for me. First the Yacht, then the various things, then Chernogorsk, and now here... Speaking of that... I would glance around the now desolate... reminded of what the kindness of Humanity can show... or really the lack thereof. I would shake my head, shutting my eyes tightly as the memories assault me once more** *Flashback* "Come on! The Checkpoint is only a quarter mile ahead!" called a kid in front of the small group I was with. I would adjust the brim of my hat to look up at the grinning kid running ahead of his parents, with said adults snapping at him to stay close. I normally would smile at such a sight but my grimacing expression was far from that. I've seen their reasons for such harsh treatment and couldn't help but agree. With the way things have gone down from the Yacht and what I've been seeing... it would be quite fair of an action. Musing this though, I couldn't help but wonder how such a kid was able to be as he was given what was going on around him. Perhaps he was just fucked in the head? Or some copping mechanism... not that I would know much about the subject. I would let out a light breath when I could hear the sounds of engines nearing us. Good... at least the local Military still has motor capability. I would slow my slight jog when I saw the beginnings of a car line up ahead with several people talking with soldiers... rather animatedly to be precise. I would narrow my eyes, lowering the Aviators a bit to get a better looked without the shades over my vision. That can't be good... not one bit. The small group I was with eventually reached the car lines and I could see several Chernarussian Defence Forces soldiers sweeping the lines and talking with people in harsh tones, while also pointing or directing back down the road. I would read the body languages going on as the couple talked to one of the soldiers. They were speaking in Chernarussian so I couldn't exactly understand. Soon enough I saw hostile movement when the soldier pushed the father back rather roughly. I snapped my eyes to the motion and stood up to the soldier while standing my ground and helping the man up. "Hey. Asshat. You speak English?" I couldn't help but asking and if the rather venomous look sent my way was any indicator then yes he did. "What the fuck do you want American?!" he responded back harshly. I would take the tone warily, as well as seeing him hold his Kalashnikov, a 74 model, at the ready but not pointing. I would glance around and see various soldiers and pulling out people from their cars and pushing back down the road. "Nothing... I see what is going on... we'll be leaving now..." I would state in a calm tone, the soldier nodding at me crisply before moving off. I would look over the father next to my while brushing off his shoulders. "We need to get going... I don't like how this is going down Grigori..." I would mutter the man, one of the first Chernarussians I met that was kind and could speak English. I would slightly nod over my shoulder to the various actions being displayed. Grigori couldn't help but nod as well. "I agree... he said there is some type of quarantine in effect... no one leaves South Zagoria... no one at all..." I would hear the mutter of Grigori as he responded. Narrowing my eyes, I would gesture to the kid, standing near us while looking scared and holding onto his mother, to start moving the other way. I can faintly recall that we weren't but two steps away when the first shot echoed out. I had snapped my head back to look and saw various people screaming as a soldier shot down a woman... a bite mark clearly visible on her arm as the shirt was ripped open. "Shit..." I would mutter, seeing soldiers raise their rifles. I would then widen my eyes as instead of orders... they just started opening fire. I shoved Grigori at this point. "RUN! FUCKING RUN!" I barked out to the man, my orders heeded with gusto as he quickly grabbed his son up and ran with his wife while I rolled to the side as a burst of gunfire passed near me. I would look about, quickly reaching underneath my jacket to remove the old Colt I recovered on the trip here. I pulled back the slide quickly, hearing the loading of a first bullet into the chamber while holding up at the ready, keeping Grigori and his family within my edge of vision as they ran into the forest. Soldiers continued firing and cutting down civilians as I glanced about. I can't help but watch and be horrified as they killed indiscriminately men, women, and children. I do not know if they were under orders to do such but in this case I could little care of a rat's ass about it. I hear one nearing me on the other side of the buss I was at, to which I raised my pistol and just as the man rounded the bend, received two courtesy bullets to the chest and face for. He fell down and I bolted, running for the trees in an opposite direction of Grigori and his family. I hope they would make it out alright as I heard the calls and various bullets pinging behind me from the trees. Thankfully I was going downhill. After around twenty minutes of running, jogging, and evading, I would be panting while looking from behind a tree, seeing if any of them were still following me. None were as I waited for a solid five minutes. I breath in a relieving breath on my lungs, glad that I at least kept up some of my exercise regimes even after the service. Soon enough, I realized to myself that I was alone once more... *Flashback End* *I open my eyes, after the short stint into my subconscious memories, to look about it once more. Much more... desolate than it used to be. No soldiers. No civilians... no one... well besides the four I've come to be with. Glancing over to them, as well as remembering Diane's and Mr. Water's comments about me being better off with a group than in the woods... I still wondered if I should place bets on the woods. Breathing in shakily a moment, I reach behind me to my pack, pulling out the beat up journal of mine. Wiping a thumb over the cover, while glancing about in the darkness and campfire, I set about retrieving that pen of mine and jotting down some thoughts.* "Time: 2100 Hours on some date in the month of October, suspicion near Halloween... Current Location: Desolate remains of a Checkpoint... myself plus four included. Recent events to myself has translated into joining some couple that I know little of or where they are from. Mostly I know that it seems the man, Mr. Waters, is a US Marshal, and the woman is Diane... and if the banter I hear from them is to be believed, they are possibly in a relationship or just really close, probably partners in the Marshal Service if I had to guess. Either way, while our initial confrontation was less than... cordial, we seem to have come to even keel and compliance with each others' presence. To which I am somewhat grateful... it has been lonely the last few weeks... I picked up an automatic finally after my last hostile encounter, H&K MP5-K model, now finding that such weaponry is now needed. I will let it be known to one Mr. Estacado, should he find this Log, that I stand corrected in my statement and that such a weapon is not needed to one's health and survival... Besides all of this, life has been hard. I cannot help but wonder how Mom is doing... if she is even out there still. From what I've been hearing, the infection is spreading and fast... possibly in the States at this point. I sure hope not... I will be home Mom. Don't you worry. .... I suppose that will be enough for now. I will write more about my various companions as I learn about them. For now, end the log..." **I would finish my scrawl, blinking as I saw that I drew a rather bad imitation of a US Marshal Badge on the page. Smirking a bit while shaking my head, I folded the journal closed while stuffing it back into my back, same with my pen. I would then relax back into the car I was laying against, moving my hat's brim to cover my eyes from the firelight while muttering a quiet notification to the others that I was falling asleep. Soon enough, I could feel the claws of fatigue claw at my eyes, seeking them to be closed, before I fell into a uneventful sleep.**
  2. Falling Stars [John Waters]

    Always good work mate. Just watch out fer dem fookin laser sights! Always pointin!
    • ItzThatcher
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    • Mischief

    Eh. Noice

  3. ItzThatcher

    Had some good RP tonight with @Rawen Black. Glad to see some good survivors out there.

    1. Rawen Black

      Rawen Black

      well, ty for good RP too:)

  4. My Thought Logs

    **I would sigh as I sit down in one of the abandoned buildings in what used to be the major city of Chernogorsk in the South Zagoria Region in the country of Chernarus. I already had a small fire built, cooking some vegetables in a beat up cooking pot as it sat upon a small iron grate and some stones I placed to let it sit on fire. I stare at it a bit before looking over to the broken window and looking out, hearing the occasional voices around the city or the gunfire in the distance. A once proud city reduced to ruble with this... virus. I scratch my face a bit while leaning back into wall behind me with a sigh, looking upwards to the night and stars. It should be around three weeks since I found myself here... I think? Shaking my head I then pull my backpack over and start to rummage through it, pulling out a pen which I lightly bit down on with my teeth to hold it while searching for the next thing. Soon enough I also pull out a small book that had a bit of water stains on some of the pages. It was mostly empty, with a bit of the first pages already written in with various dates. I would look through them and what I wrote during those days before moving to the next empty page. I would shake my left wrist a bit, showing a watch, Fossil brand, that was mechanical with a Skeleton look so I could see the gears and various things. Narrowing my eyes I look at the glow in the dark hands and judge the time. Nodding at this I write down the first things into the new page...** "Time: 2000 hours on assumed date 16th of August... Current Location: Abandoned house in the Chernogorsk City in Chernarus. I find myself pondering the current state of the world around me... finding it ultimately to be expect given the situation we, as humans in this place, are faced with. The unexpectedness of this virus and the havoc it is wrecking on the world seems to be affecting everyone differently. While I've seen several militant groups ranging from the CDF and NATO today I have yet to either contact, meet, or see these VDV Russian Forces... I also finally donated that Kalashnikov model after lugging it around for the past week... my shoulders still feel sore from the amount of weight I was carrying. Right now I am cooking up some vegetable soup... I threw in some carrots, cucumbers, and surprisingly some bell peppers. Those I had to find in the apartment complexes. Someone must've been growing a garden or the like. Either way, making use of them now... I wonder sometimes how Mom is doing... she must be worried sick I bet. Man am I gonna get a tongue lashing when I get back home. Either way... doing fine I guess... Haven't seen any murders or the like yet while here... thank god for that. I've been hearing that the CDF and VDV have been in joint task force... hunting down terrorists or something like that. At least that is what the locals have been telling me. Some people are still around, hoping for evacuation from here. I've been only hearing promises and words from the NATO forces around here that it is coming and that we have to wait... I know the men are just trying to keep people calm but I have a feeling that nothing like that is coming.... Well I am planning to set out in a day or two back to the north end of this region, see what I can find. The CDF forces here have said they could use the ammunition and weapons I gave previously so I could see if I can get that. Also there seems to be some type of pub or bar setting up here too... the Hostess asked me if I could go find some more liquor product for her. Have to look for that as well I guess... Could use some off time in that kind of place, take my mind off... well not really. Can't do that with all that is going around me. Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here? If this was simply happenstance or fate? Who knew a trip abroad to go clear one's mind would result ending up in the middle of a small apocalypse. Fuck me I guess... Well.... that is all for today I guess...." **I would finish writing before closing the book with the pen in it, setting it aside and then stirring the soup a bit, smiling at the smell. Nothing like some good warm stuff for the evening. After a bit I take it off the fire with my leather gloves and use the Swiss Multi tool Spoon to start eating, staring out at the sky once more. I couldn't help but wonder if my Mother was doing the same thing... worrying over me. Can't say I've been in worse situations than now... but certainly similar. Shaking my head and finishing the rest of the soup after around ten to fifteen minutes I stoke the fire and then pack up my things, pulling out the small wool blanket and standing up, grabbing a wooden board. I walk over to the door and lock the two locks, knob and deadbolt, before using a part of the wall and the door, setting the board in firmly. Don't want any surprises in my sleep be if from infected or not. Seen too much of it happen already. Nodding at my work I slowly move back over to my pack and ease myself into the corner, setting the small blanket over myself before leaning my head back and closing my eyes, giving the old pistol in my lap a light handed grip as I slowly nod off into the world of unconsciousness.**
  5. Please take a look through the first post in this and then vote whether this was edgy or not. Then if those same kind voters would scale it on 0 to 10 on how edgy it was... that would be kind of you. Personally.... High 8 out of ten in Edge Levels.
  6. ItzThatcher

    Added this sick ass song. Hope all ya love it.

  7. VDV Contact Frequency (73.7)

    **The frequency would crackle to life from the white noise as a new transmitter tuned in** *Presses the transmission button* **The accent would be American and male** "Hello. I was wondering if anyone from the Vodushno... Desantnye Voykska? If I am pronouncing that correctly? Anyways. I was going to ask if anyone of you are within the vicinity around that Airfield to the north. I was wanting to drop by a donation to help you guys out... even if our governments differ in opinion in a crisis anyone should help anyone out. So give me a call back... I don't like carrying this thing around. People might get the wrong ideas... The name is Marsh by the way... Out." *Releases the transmission button*
  8. Marshal Emmrich

    Marshal Emmrich was born to a small Family of two during the summer of 1982. In his younger years he liked to hike and explore the family's countryside since they lived up in Idaho at the time shortly after his birth in Houston, Texas. This also grew his ambition to be a hunter or survivalist. This was also the time he was trying to learn how to handle knives and left himself with a scar across his fingers, making sure he never misused them again. So he joined the Boy Scouts early on and towards the end of High School became a Eagle Scout. After this and trying to decide what to do with his life he wanted to go explore the world. Of course this was put on hold when his father fell ill with Brain Cancer. It was around a year later that his father died and he was out of High School. Needing money fast to try and support his mother he was convinced by his local United States Marines recruiter to join up with the military to solve his problems. It turned out to be a blessing and a curse in the same way.After he was shipped off to basic and then sent out to the frontlines as a Private First Class during the Iraq and Afghanistan Wars. It was around four years later that he was glad to leave, coming back home with his payment for his services and the scars of war. While he helped his mother out of financial debt due to his Veterans Benefits along with the various insurance companies and the like, he left with the aftermath. It was hard to... readjust to life after being out of the war. The next several years were difficult with therapy meetings, PTSD episodes, and a brief stint into alcohol. Of course towards 2016 he came out of it all and was recouping. Deciding to do what he wished when he was younger he used the well spent money of his time in the military and minor investments as well as the education he did, becoming a Wildlife Specialist, to buy himself tickets on the Yacht that left Istanbul towards the middle of 2017.What he didn't think would happen is the infection, the chaos, and other things that would cause him trying to leave behind the very thing he wished to never return to...
  9. Alastair Muir

    Born to two loving parents who were recent immigrants to the United States he grew up in a family that wasn’t exactly well off. Their parents had disapproval of the new couple moving the United States and had not exactly given them much to start off of. In the end Alastair grew to live with little and get by with even less. Sometimes the family wouldn’t have food for a few days or very little. Power wasn’t constant and water was the only thing that remained. He learned to take care of himself and to help others from the moment he could understand and walk. Whether it was helping carry laundry around or as he got older, getting groceries and helping putting them away he did what he could whenever he could. When it was time for him to go to school his parents had been saving plenty of money to get him into a very nice school. While he dressed in not the best clothing he made the best of it and had some good friends during his years in Elementary School. Unfortunately this wasn’t to last. His parents were unable to support him much longer as while they saved up money for him to go to school his father’s recent loss of a job and his mother losing her own caused Child Protective Services to step in. Taken from his parents he was sent back over to the United Kingdom to his grandparents to be handled since they were the closest family. It wasn’t a good transition and it would disturb his mental outlook on family for a long while. Growing up with grandparents who wouldn’t let him talk let alone know of his parents current condition he was forced to forget about them. Instead he threw himself into his school work and being with his friends. Unfortunately since he lived so long in the United States he never really got the Scottish accent so some of them made fun of him being the “Scot who wasn’t a Scot”. Of course it was all in good humor but sometimes he found it rather annoying. In the end when he finally finished school he decided that enlisting into the British Army would be his best option. It would only get him away from his grandparents as their would be no love lost there and possibly allow him to eventually get him back into contact with his parents. Two weeks after leaving school he signed up into the British Army and was sent off to training. After training and spending eight years in the British Army he applied for the Special Air Service in the winter and went through all the grueling trials that came with it. Being among less than a dozen candidates to succeed he was accepted into the SAS and sent to Squadron A Air Troop. Serving for four years and finishing off the rest of his term he left the military life. It had taken his toll on him and made him… bitter with life. Especially since during his time in the SAS when he called in some favors he acquired he learned that his parents had died when he had left school. He had half a mind to kill his grandparents for not telling him… but he instead threw himself into the booze. After spending near a year in the bars, brothels, and back alley destitute areas he got himself up on his feet again. Looking for employment he found it at a local office area for Vulpine Vanguard Security Solutions. After applying and getting an interview his new employers were more than happy to hire him. Of course as soon as this happened he was on his first mission protection an American Entrepreneur visiting one of his Malaysia factories. Not really considering anything a threat here his client was almost killed when a small worker riot broke out. They were using small arms, mainly black market material, but had almost killed the client. Since that assignment he made himself get back into fit shape and ability. He was recently taken into a small squadron of other PMCs led under a man named Jeremy Ryan. Some man from the D.E.A in America. During one of their assignments leading to where they are now it turned into a literal shit fest. It ended up with only Ryan, himself and a few others making out alive. After that he gained some respect for the man handling himself during the assignment and wasn’t as doubtful of the man’s abilities. In the end though life just like usual likes to fuck with him. He now is serving as a protection detail under American Government approval. They were supposed to protect an American Ambassador serving in Chernarus. He heard some shit went down here from the grapevine during his time in the military. Of course he could see the remains of it but as far as he was concerned it was the same old same old… oh how he was wrong.
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    • ItzThatcher

    Where have you been?

    1. ItzThatcher

      ItzThatcher

      Fuck me if I know. Not really... but you know lif had to come fuck me...

  10. "55.5 Hz [Private Frequency][Secure]

    **Vircum sighs while sitting in the lonely house, looking out the door and pulling his radio from his vest** *Presses the transmission button* "Raptor Two this is Mike Delta Two Seven. Break. At RV Omaha. Break. ETA? How copy?" *Releases the transmission button
  11. "55.5 Hz [Private Frequency][Secure]

    *Marks down the location on his map with a marker, satisfied with his work he takes a bite off of the chicken leg he cooked before picking up his radio* *Presses the transmission button* "Solid copy. RV Omaha 103 by 043. Break. ETA 20 Mikes. How copy? Over." *Releases the transmission button*
  12. ItzThatcher

    #Sitting bored at work doing nothing because a drunk ass driver went through the front and now everyone thinks your closed for repairs. #RIPML

    1. BostonRP

      BostonRP

      Come home and play Siege tbh.

  13. "55.5 Hz [Private Frequency][Secure]

    *Presses the transmission button* "No one over. I deemed Long Dog One unfit. Break. He is taking too many risks. Break. Causing problems for myself and others both associated and not. Break. Broke off seeing as it was bad for my health. Break. Warned the others. How copy?" *Releases the transmission button*
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