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Harry Hall

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About Harry Hall

  • Birthday 03/10/2000

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  1. Of course when something exciting happens that I want to record my shadowplay had switched itself off, ffs. Poor Frank will never get his video 😞

  2. Yesterday was a blur. There isn't much I do remember but I will write down what I do to see if it comes back. I was heading to Gieraltow from.. somewhere. I wasn't too far away, just a field or two and then a pack of wolves appeared out of nowhere, I didn't hear them or see them until one had already pounced onto my back. Managing to get it off the others then came in for their attacks, I was knocked off of my feet barely managing to take down enough of them for them to lose interest and run. Managing to barely get the blood to stop gushing out of the deep wounds on my arm and legs I'm pretty sure I lost consciousness. When I thought I had woken there was a man in front of me, he was instantly recognisable, yet he had been dead for a while. I was standing instead of laying somehow, a bullet hole adorned the forehead area of his GP5 and the eyes were all blacked out. I'm quite sure that it was just an effect of blood loss but I collapsed once again, whether it was reality or not though I can't be sure. When I awoke once again I was in a bad way, all I could feel was pain. I never carry morphine and I felt like I really needed some, the only thing I had was a bottle of vodka I had been lugging about for a special occasion. Some vodka went to the cleaning of the bites as I rewrapped the blood soaked rags and the rest I downed. The lack of blood already made the alcohol even more potent and as I stood up I wobbled about. I had marked the edge of my compass before I started walking to Gieraltow so putting that in front of me and staggering over wasn't in theory going to be too much of a problem. However, putting that into practice the only thing I remember from it was how painful it actually was. When I finally arrived to Gieraltow there was a large crowd outside of Iris' place. I sat down outside of the double green house in one of my usual spots and felt sick. My head had been spinning and I was in a lot of pain. I think someone noticed, I heard someone ask if I was ok and as soon as I moved my head up to look I think I was out cold again. Waking up a final time I was somehow in Iris' restaurant in the back room. Iris was sitting in front of me and told me that I had been asking for morphine, apparently nobody gave me any which I was thankful for. I knew I had an injector on me that would clear my system of any opioids if I could find it, just in case I did take something somewhere nobody could see. My vision was grey and blurry and a commotion was going on outside, while Iris was trying to deal with the aftermath of what had happened I realised that I couldn't tell the difference between the sticks. I injected all four of them, I was carrying three epi pens and neuro.. something or other I think it was. The epinephrine abuse cost though and I couldn't really control my shaking at all, I felt like somebody had fired a rifle next to my head and my heartbeat seemed like it wouldn't slow down. Through what I'd gathered from Iris I'd somehow started trouble with a couple of Filomena's boys and had pointed my rifle at a few people. I couldn't really remember much at all well, anything at all really. If I had done what was explained I think it may be time to tell them, maybe the next chance I get to meet them. Friends are good to have, even I know that and considering I'm not dead I think it's only fair that they get both an apology and an explanation.
  3. *He takes his radio off of his belt and lifts it closer to his face, pressing the PTT he begins to speak* "Is everything ok up there Iris? I was on my way into town and was told that it's probably not the best time. Are you guys safe there, is there anything I can do?" *He releases the PTT and sits the radio in his lap, eager to hear a reply*
  4.  Probably a better character song, hmm...

  5. "You're a good friend Roger". The memories of a time before I met anybody I sat with came back to me. Back out west of Chernarus I used to have what some called a good intuition, I would get a "feeling" that something was about to happen and mostly I would be right. However, the one time that mattered I didn't feel anything, I couldn't do anything. A man I thought of as a brother, a man I looked up to lay dead because I was ignorant in believing someone I didn't know could help him. I didn't think I had any friends out in Livonia, I didn't want any friends here either. Getting close in any aspect to anyone to see them die would more than likely tip me over the edge. But as much as I told myself this it seemed like I wasn't having any of my own shit. It was hard to get away from Gieraltow for any long periods of time, there were people that I'd met there, people who thought I was trustworthy. None of them knew me, knew what I have done, know what I will do if I have to. Everything felt fake, I felt like I had walked into someone's elaborate plan to make me feel guilty. Do I give in to it? Can I allow myself the privilege of having any sort of bond with anyone? It seemed almost inevitable but I'd hold out as much as I could, these people knowing who I really am could be a turn for the worst and right now that wouldn't be ideal.
  6. Harry Hall

    [LIVONIA] Former News Reporter

    *Roger presses down his PTT* "Had a slight mishap which wrecked our car, we're half way to Giraltow. May be a while unless someone is able to get us on the road?" *The PTT is released*
  7. Harry Hall

    [LIVONIA] Former News Reporter

    "That's right, take all the time you need. I'm in Nadbor right now but we'll make our way over. I still don't know what this guy's "plan" is but I hope we can help you out somehow." *Roger releases the PTT and takes a deep breath* "If need be I have a little experience, I'm not sure if it will be enough though for a neck wound. Tell me when you're there, stay safe" *The PTT is released and the radio goes back to static*
  8. Harry Hall

    [LIVONIA] Former News Reporter

    *Roger presses down the PTT on his radio* "Hey, I think I recognise that voice from yesterday. I have a little first aid training but my friend thinks he could do something to help. Where about are you?" *Roger releases his PTT*
  9. *A wave of static is heard over the radio as Roger presses the PTT* "Hello again, pretty sure it was you and your mate I was hanging about with before. See things went well for ya, made a little trip through the airfield just after we parted ways, seen a couple of those guys down there but they were pretty easy to avoid." *The static ceases and then sparks back into life as Roger realises he forgot something* "Oh nearly forgot, I managed to get that scrap heap of a car working so if either of you are in need of a ride give us a shout. See ya around, Roger out" *The static comes to a stop once again*
  10. Hey, same to you! Was good fun, first time I've properly interacted with anyone here and ended up making me sink a good few hours into the server today.
  11. Before the Outbreak Roger was born in Liverpool, England. As he grew up his parents noticed a falling in with the wrong kind of crowds and grew worried about him. They moved to the countryside where Roger then developed a passion for hunting, he spent more time in the outdoors than he did at home. He became a skilled marksman over time and entered himself into shooting competitions where he made a good amount of money from placing in the top 3 consistently. Always wanting to go further afield for better hunting opportunities Roger had read about Chernarus. Not only was it a good opportunity to challenge himself but it was also a good opportunity to see a beautiful country. He put most of the money he had saved into moving into a hunting lodge in the west of South Zagoria. Roger barely ever left the area he called "Wolf's Wood" aptly named he thought due to the amount of wolves that roamed the area. Every Friday a truck would come to the lodge to collect whatever Roger had caught that week in order to take it to the local markets in Zelenogorsk. These small profits paid for the upkeep of the lodge and the maintenance needed for Roger's hunting equipment. It wasn't much, but it was enough and Roger was content with the life he was living. Realisation of the Outbreak Word of the infection reached Roger in the form of a family coming up the dirt track to his home. It was unusual for anyone to come up this way, especially unarmed due to the recent spikes in both wolf and bear attacks. Regardless Roger went out to greet them as he would greet the trader who appeared every week. However, something felt off. All three were covered torso down in thick, red blood. There was no mistaking it on the colour of their bright yellow and blue raincoats. Their child was sobbing uncontrollably and the father seemed to be completely out of it, almost as if he was in some sort of trance. The mother however seemed much the opposite, she seemed calm considering the situation and was almost dragging both members of her family along. The woman spotted Roger approaching and put herself between him and her family. He stopped moving towards them and raised his hands to show open palms, hoping that it would assure the family he meant no harm. The woman stayed on edge, but was visibly more relaxed at the thought Roger wasn't a threat. Roger came slightly closer until the woman ordered him to stop. He did as she commanded and then asked them what they were doing so far west. She explained to him the situation in Myshkino, how their home was overrun by the infected and that they barely escaped. By the shape they were in and the way they were acting Roger didn't doubt the truthfulness of the story so offered as much help as he could give. The man and child had been bitten so after they cautiously accepted any help, Roger used what little medical skills he had to clean and bandage the wounds. They had told him that they were heading even further west and asked if he would be able to come with them. Roger accepted and after spending one last night in his home he gathered together his rifle and equipment and ventured into the west of Chernarus along with the family. A Few Months Later... Back at the place where his western journey into Chernarus began Roger reflected back on what had happened. He had spent the last few months running with a group that would have been considered "bandits", however, they only took what they needed making sure that whoever they had robbed at least had food and a working gun before leaving them. The group became more like a family the longer he was there, yet the murder of a man he considered a brother and then his descent into killing an entire group for hiding the woman that did it made him leave them behind. He didn't regret the decisions he had made and the taking of someone else's life was only a necessity in his conscious mind, but subconsciously he felt like he would have to do something good to make up for the bad. After so much time of nothing but fighting Roger learned a few things, not only how to fight, but things about himself. He felt good about helping other people, people who needed it. Although he didn't like people who robbed and killed for no reason other than they enjoyed it, a necessary act could be understood but that was all he thought of it. Roger had come back to South Zagoria with the hope that he could help the kind of people who did need help, regardless of the depth of situation they found themselves in. But with little trust in people and not knowing anyone at all it was a long way before he would be able to accomplish anything.
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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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