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Harry Hall

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  1. Growing up bullied and as a loner Roger always told himself he would never stick around when he was older. As soon as he turned 18 Roger used all of his hard earned savings working in a corner shop to move to South Zagoria. Roger bought a house to the west of Myshkino, from there he lived a life of seclusion. Only venturing out into Myshkino town to buy simple supplies or sell his latest bounties from hunting or farming. He quickly grew stronger from long days of work and although they started off as a challenge he started to fall into a routine which became easier each time. Being so secluded Roger did not know of the apocalypse which ravaged through South Zagoria immediately. He only discovered it's existence on a excursion into Myshkino town to sell some hides he had acquired. The smell of flesh became stronger the closer he got to the town, he had heard of wolf attacks in the area so he unslung his rifle and cautiously ventured into Myshkino. A shot rang out as he crossed the threshold, he instantly took off towards it hoping to figure out what the fuck was going on. He saw something in the street and came to an instant stop. The corpse of a woman lay there, her body looked torn apart. Wolves, Roger thought. Fucking wolves. As Roger neared the body a low growl could be heard, he raised his rifle and scanned around him. Nothing. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself, believing that his own imagination was putting him on edge. He turned back around to the body which was now standing inches away from him. It lunged towards him, grabbing his right arm which slipped off of the trigger of his rifle. Roger used his left arm to keep the snapping mouth away from his throat, he fought back for control of his right arm and eventually it broke free from the creature's death grip. He reached for his hunting knife, pulled it from his sheath and drove it through the creature's chin into it's skull. Now Roger knew the meaning of dead weight, the thing weighed a fucking ton and now was pinning him to the ground without even trying. He eventually managed to shuffle himself out from underneath it and recovered his rifle. He spotted more of those things coming towards him, he turned and moved back into the forest towards home. On his way home he thought about the people caught up in this who were the way he used to be, weak and helpless. He decided that he would help those people become stronger and teach them how to help each other in order to survive.
  2. I was playing on the UK 1 server yesterday when I was killed at the firestation in Chernogorsk. I am not sure whether I was killed by another player or just a glitch. I was also killed today in Elektrogorsk, also by something unknown. Would you be able to check the logs and contact me about what I was killed by, and if possible restore my gear from yesterday before I was killed. Thanks, Harry Hall.
  3. I was playing on the UK 1 server yesterday when I was killed at the firestation in Chernogorsk. I am not sure whether I was killed by another player or just a glitch. I was also killed today in Elektrogorsk, also by something unknown. Would you be able to check the logs and contact me about what I was killed by, and if possible restore my gear from yesterday before I was killed. Thanks, Harry Hall.
  4. It just took me like an hour to finally find the passphrase (Not too good with stuff like that) and many people are having problems already. Should just leave it the way it is
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