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  1. Oskar Hultgren Oskar Hultgren was born on a somber October night by his two loving parents, Linda and Tor. They were relatively wealthy people, both working full-time jobs, both with high levels of education. His mother was a dentist, who was working in the quickly emerging private market in the dental industry. His father was also in the medical industry, serving as a scientist developing pharmaceuticals and drugs to combat infectious diseases. Oskar’s upbringing was brought about with love from the two of them, giving him both a stabile and healthy home. Oskar was a quick learner and was, at a very young age, taught to play the piano and violin. They lived together in a small suburban area to the south of Oslo, where the word crime was a distant concept. As he grew older, Oskar started to socialize with others in his area, in particular one boy the same age as him. The boy’s name was Martin and was a boy who lived alone with his father, just a few houses down. They spent all their time together, quickly becoming good friends. They spent most of their time doing things such as collecting sticks, playing hide and seek in the woods and stalking wild animals. They knew they were not like other kids, but they did not care. They had each other and that was enough. Eventually, their hobbies started to evolve into more gruesome activities. Oskar and Martin started to experiment with the carcasses of dead animals and learned how to build traps to catch live ones. The feeling of being in total control overwhelmed them, although they did not know it yet. As school started for the two of them, they were quickly deemed to be the outcasts of the class. Every day after school, Oskar and Martin would run home to see if any rabbits or large rodents had been caught in their traps. If any had been caught, they would quickly be dissected and mutilated. The boys felt a rush every time they would do this, resulting in the two of them developing something of a longing for this activity. Oskar’s parents did not know he was up to doing these kinds of things and were neglectfully assuming that Oskar was just doing normal, ‘boyish’ things with Martin. They were concerned with him, wondering if he was to grow up being an outcast his entire life. Nevertheless, Oskar assured them that he was just having fun with his best friend and that they needn’t worry. This marked the beginning of Oskar’s true nature, as someone who didn’t mind lying to achieve his goals. Years pass as Oskar and Martin did mischievous acts and crammed their way through school. Oskar was a very methodical student, who always had his work done on time and never cheated. He detested cheaters and felt as though they were scum. Although not physically adept at anything, Oskar still carried himself confidently along with his larger, stronger friend Martin. Although worried for his friend’s grades and eventual education, he did not wet his nose trying to manage Martin’s life. The two of them continued doing what they wanted, such as poke sticks at their neighbour’s chained up dog. They were becoming more and more bold, trying more and more questionable things. Rumors spread about the two, describing them as ‘unwanted’ children and sadists. As long as they had each other, they cared not what others thought. But there was one, one person who stood out to them. His name was Jöten and was somewhat of an outcast himself. He was in the same class as Oskar and Martin and was very new to the area. He was a boy that came from the rural mountains and wasn’t very good with people. Many kids often picked on him, particularly one, named Harald. Jöten often followed Oskar and Martin to lunch to avoid the other kids. This continued for weeks, until one day Jöten came up to Oskar and Martin, bruised and shaken. He had been attacked by Harald for being a weird ‘hillbilly’ and had been called many slurs. Disgusted, Oskar and Martin looked at each other and peered into the glimpse of their eyes, seeing both hatred and excitement. Using the tools and knowledge they had acquired over the years trapping wild animals, Oskar and Martin began stalking and mapping the routines of Harald, looking for an opportunity for revenge. Harald was a large boy and they knew they could not approach him head on. As they started to be able to predict his schedules and movements, the day to attack grew closer. The two of them knew that every day after school, Harald would shortcut through a small hip of forest, which would prove to be the perfect spot for an ambush. And so, they planned and came up with a plan to attack Harald. Oskar did not care if they hurt him, for he considered Harald to be nothing more than vermin. On a cold December afternoon, Martin met with Oskar in his house and together they went out into that small hip of forest, waiting for their prey. Harald came slowly through the forest, following the same path he always does. His eyes were fixated to the trees and the stars he could almost make out through the branches. Then, a snowball filled with ice hit his chest, causing him to flinch and see Oskar, standing further up the path. After shouting at Oskar, Harald took chase and ran after Oskar, who was now rushing through the forest, luring Harald closer. Martin was ready, standing behind a tree with a baseball bat ready to swing at Harald. When Oskar passed, Martin began swinging and hit Harald with a clean hit to the forehead. Instantly, Harald fell to the ground and coloured the snow next to him in a dark red. In pain, he grunted as Martin hopped on top of him and started yelling at him to never lay hand on another kid again. Harald pleaded and begged Martin to get off, who was now landing punch after punch on Harald’s blood-covered face. Eventually, Martin got off and stood beside Oskar, who had just watched Martin beat the young boy bloody. Oskar was fascinated with the ferocity he could see in his good friend. Ah, he has it too. “Tha’s enough, ain’ it?” Martin was collecting his breath to calm himself down and Oskar could hear he was struggling to speak. “No. Not quite enough.” Oskar said and peered at his friend. “Look at him. He will get through this, and then, will be back to doing the only thing people like him can do.” Oskar slowly walked over to the crying boy and admired his state of being. “Please, no more.” Harald begged to Oskar, who stood over him like a wolf who just caught a deer. Oskar then set his foot down atop Harald’s hand, causing him to yell out in excruciating pain. “I know you’re right handed, Harald. I know you use that to hurt someone that I like. That is why I must do this.” Oskar said and turned his heel, which was placed in Harald’s right palm. Oskar could feel the bones cracking under his feet and had his eyes locked on the young man’s face as he screamed out in pain. That face was like an echo in Oskar’s mind, filling him with even more excitement. He continued stomping over and over again on the boy’s hand and he could feel a smile reach from side to side of his face. Eventually, Harald went quiet, probably due to losing the sense of feeling in his right hand. Oskar backed up and dipped his boot in the snow, to wash some of the blood off it. When he looked back, Martin was standing over him, with a curious look on his face. “Le’s break his fuckin’ arm, Oskar.” Martin said and raised his baseball bat again. Oskar came over and held Harald’s left arm up, at which point Martin swung his bat down. The force of the swing was enough to crack the bat’s outer layer and completely break Harald’s left forearm, causing him to jump back into consciousness and continue screaming. Oskar saw how bones were sticking out through Harald’s sweater and how blood was filling the snow they stood upon. Oskar felt a rush he could not describe. This feeling of overpowerment was supreme and was almost sort of funny. Suddenly, a voice could be heard from the edge of the forest. It was someone who had heard the screams and was looking to investigate. Knowing the danger ahead, Oskar and Martin dashed away and ran straight home, washing their clothes and boots. Harald didn’t come to school the next day, or the day after that. Talk had sprung up and rumors spread but no one knew anything. It wasn’t until the police came two days later that the talk subsided and people realized what had happened. Harald had told the police who was in that forest that night and it was concluded that both Oskar and Martin could be tied to the location due to the footprints in the snow matching the two boys’ boots. From here on out, the two boys were separated. Due to Oskar’s parents lawyering up, he avoided any real punishment. From here, he did not hear anything about what happened to his friend or what will happen to Harald. His family moved to the inner-city of Oslo and Oskar continued his life there. Oskar’s continued adolescence was slow and, perhaps more importantly, alone. After his separation with Martin, Oskar did not attempt to make new friends. His life continued in solitude, while keeping his head down as he tried to avoid any attention or unwanted affection. As the years passed, Oskar started developing new hobbies and interests. It was a sort of exploration of himself, often jumping between hobbies of varying natures, before settling with the one he thought suited him best; cooking. He was no cuisine chef, but he still would come home every day to his small apartment which he had now acquired with the help of his parents and he would cook for himself. Oskar thought of cooking like an orchestra, where every part needs to be in harmony with the other, to create something wonderful. Often, he would skip out on doing his homework and other shores, just so he could cook, sometimes for hours. Oskar’s reputation as an honor student quickly faded, as he began cooking more and more and took up part-time jobs just so he could get others’ input on his work. He would often compare himself to Beethoven or Chopin, as he figured his meals to be complete symphonies. He grew more infatuated with himself every day until he reached a level where he saw himself as somewhat divine. Each day that passed, Oskar would shut himself in further, doing the only thing he wanted to do. Although his parents, counsellors and professors urged him not to, he did not care. He figured a fate of death is more attractive than to not follow your passion. Age comes for us all and soon enough, Oskar became an adult. The contact with his parents had subsided significantly and he was now working every day in a small restaurant in southern Oslo. He would often work for free, as his manager wouldn’t allow too much overtime. Oskar didn’t mind. He just wanted to do what he loved and admired the huge kitchen he could work in. The more he worked, the more refined his art became. Recipes became notes and Oskar could identify every dish by the song that would play out in his mind. Oskar’s shadowy past was but a mirage to him now, as he had found a new passion for himself. But not all things last forever. Due to falling into bankruptcy after falling behind their competitors, Oskar, who was now a partner in his old manager’s business, had to shut down the small restaurant he had been working in for more than nine years. Out of a job, out of money and out of luck, he searched for a place where he could continue doing what he did best. Oskar bounced from place to place, before settling in a workplace unbeknownst to himself at first. Schools weren’t really Oskar’s favourite place to be, but a good wage and a short travel time proved to be Oskar’s best choice. There, he couldn’t cook to his heart’s content, but rather just cook meals good enough to eat. Although troublesome, it did not bother him too much. As long as he was earning money and had enough spare time, he could still master his art. As his twenties turned to thirties, Oskar continued working in that school, earning a bit of a reputation for himself. Life was swell for Oskar and he felt as though his days were under his full control. That was until one day he received a call, from someone he hadn’t heard from in a long time. Martin was in trouble and needed someone to help him out. He explained that there weren’t anyone else he could call, that no one else would pick up. Although scared at first, Oskar came to embrace his old friend again. The two of them reunited and Oskar let Martin stay at his place. Quickly, the differences between them became clear. Martin explained how he had dropped out of school, had become gang affiliated and eventually caught up in the middle of it all. Both of them found each other in the fact that even though they had grown up surrounded by others, they both felt completely alone. Oskar managed, partly due to his minor reputation, to land Martin a job at the school he worked at, as an ‘extra’ teacher that would help out children with special needs. It was something that would propel both of their futures forward, together again. The time came for the two of them to step up to a trip. All the classes at the school they worked at were going someplace and the one Martin and Oskar was in charge of was going to a small country called Chernarus, to learn about special species of fungi. The two of them left with their class and began their stay at a hotel in a town called Chernogorsk. Their days there were mainly calm and consisted mostly of trips up the mountains to look for mushrooms. On their last day of the trip, the class and the two men were undergoing a speech in a small daycare center, outside the town of Balota, when the increased military presence finally came to a halt. The sighting of the first infected shocked Oskar and Martin and they quickly began barricading the daycare. They would rip the floorboards from the floor and stack them against each other, covering both windows and doors. Many screams could be heard from the outside and many more from the panicked children in the daycare. Eventually, the constant crying caused the ever-growing number of infected to start bashing themselves against the walls of the daycare, causing Oskar and Martin to panic. The place held up though and Oskar and Martin was close to running into a new problem; nutrition. When the last apple was distributed amongst the children, Oskar took Martin into another room to have a chat. After searching for alternatives for a long time, Oskar and Martin came to an agreement. They would lay their humanity aside and begin eating the only way they could. Every day, they would promise that they could sneak one of the children out, through the kitchen back door. It was there they would do what they did, to provide the rest of the class with the nutrition they needed. None of the children seemed to notice, or perhaps care. They did not speak up but just quietly accepted the meals as they came, waiting for their turn to sneak out. This continued for weeks, until one day they could not continue this any longer. When Oskar and Martin were the last to stand, along with a eight year old child, the decision to move away was made. With their sanities left behind, Oskar and Martin enjoyed their last meal in the daycare and headed out into the wasteland.
  2. Rea

    S1 - Mass RDM Kabinino 5/11/2018 11:00 approx

    In both the logs and the video evidence posted by the OP, you can clearly see that I am killed by @doobysnuu (IGN Eric Price). However, before that, I am shot once by you for no apparent reason and you are also seen running off with the gun you shot me with in the picture I included. @hydroman710, how come you shot me? How come you didn't mention it in your PoV? Thanks in advance!
  3. Rea

    S1 - Mass RDM Kabinino 5/11/2018 11:00 approx

    Hello thread! Here’s my (Rike Lorthorn’s) PoV of what happened: I logged in around an hour before I was killed and did my usual routine of making sure Rogovo was calm and peaceful. Thereafter, I looked around Stary and the different hunting stands in the area. As I was sitting in a hunting stand eating irl, I heard someone calling over the radio that someone had been shot in Kabanino. Since I’m the older, friendly “doctor” guy in my small group, I decided it was right for me to go over and see what I can do. As I enter the town, I meet someone who’s name I believe to be Alec or Alik and a wounded woman on the floor of a building. There is also a man with a red backpack and a cowboy hat there (perp). With the limited medical experience my character has, I begin examining the wounded woman. All the while the other two men there assist me with keeping the place safe while I work. I was in the middle of sewing up the woman’s wound, when I was shot once or twice in my left side, as you can see in the video above. Thereafter, the man I think name is Alec is shot dead and I jump up, grabbing my gun. I am then shot twice again, leading to my own death. I can confirm that the man who shot me and Alec is the man with the cowboy hat and red backpack. End of PoV. Here is a full list of people I interacted with that play session: William and Ben(Unknown last names (Rogovo, start of session)) Elvis (Unknown last name(Between Stary and Kabanino)) Alec (Unknown last name(Kabanino)) Man with cowboy hat (Unknown first and last name(Kabanino)) Desperate man in need of food (Unknown first and last name(Kabanino)) Hope this helps!
  4. Rike Lorthorn is someone who never really aimed for much to begin with. He grew up, knowing nothing but the most average of circumstances and customs. After ditching school early on during his school years and thereafter losing contact with his family (which had, at that point, disowned him). Rike lived a somewhat lowly life after that, often committing minor crimes and even more often getting into trouble with the law. In total, Rike served more than eight years in jail and prison for everything from theft to minor assault. At the turn of the millenia, Rike had decided it was time to stop this degenerate behaviour and wanted to start a new chapter in his life. He started working in a department store and not long after, was able to afford the lease on a cheap apartment. Filled with the spark of hope for a new and better life, he quickly rose through the ranks, which eventually landed him a job with a decent pay. He could now afford a house and more than one meal per day. Now that he had gotten past the safety step of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, he branched out and began expanding his social network. As things tend to go, Rike married a woman named Kate after only knowing her for three weeks. Kate was a dentist who was an aspiring woman herself and quickly moved together with Rike to a newer house on the English coastline. Life was good for Rike and before long, their small family had another member, in the form of a daughter named Clarissa. Although Rike had reformed his ways, there were still gaps from his old life leaking into his new one. Rike was a compulsive and pathological liar and didn’t care who he lied to, as long as there was a benefit involved. Therefore, he never told Kate of his criminal and violent past. However, every warm pot will boil at least once. And the pot boiled, when Rike’s wife had heard of what a man he was, which eventually lead to a divorce and lost custody of his small daughter, Clarissa. Repulsed by this, Rike took what little fortune he had and ran away from the country in a heap of rage. He travelled to places like Hong Kong, Ibiza and Peru just to feel a sense of happiness again. Of course, he did, often losing little by little in gambling and spending nights with female companionship. However, it was never substantial. He never felt content, as he did when he lived an average life. Money was running out and quickly, Rike knew he owed the wrong people large amounts of money. After deciding the best course of action was flight, he took off to a small state that was currently recovering from a civil war. He sought refuge in a small town in the western part of the island and tried his best finding a job with his new standards. Still, he was ripping people off and made promises he couldn’t keep. One day, when an unknown crisis was unfolding, he fled to the woods, where he lived off of stolen supplies for weeks. It was only then that Rike had decided to see what has happened to the place he was beginning to settle down in. As he begins understanding his new surroundings and meeting people who let him in on information regarding the situation, he set out to try to escape the country. More than anything, he wants to know if the infection had spread to his own home and perhaps harmed his daughter, Clarissa.
  5. Hey everyone! Me and my friend K.Barbie (IGN Robert Jefferson) were just killed in the town of Vybor around 23:05-23:15 (CEST) by an unknown number of people after getting into a quarrel with them. In total, I'm aware that me (IGN Caleb Peruvon), my friend K.Barbie (IGN Robert Jefferson), my friend super-cp (IGN Saleh Ibrahim), my friend Jorsan (IGN Jorsan Dechlar) and my friend melkerornberg (IGN Linus Niklasson) were all killed in a few seconds after encountering an extremely aggravated man. We had never made any contact with this man before. For some context, we had been on edge for a few hours because of events that had occurred earlier that day. The five of us (along with another man who joined us closer toward the end, unsure of his name) had been running a local "store" for a few days and had just been visited by some dangerous people. Since it was getting late, (and i'm sure we all have duties tomorrow) we decided it was best we close shop and start again tomorrow. It was at this time we came across a man of unknown name. He was easily identifiable (old character model, red bomber jacket, dirtbike helmet etc...) and we were quickly alerted to this man's aggrovation. Since we really did not want any trouble, we asked him to move along since the store was closing. After being unresponsive to our requests, he lunged at both me and a friend and decided to call us both imflammatory things. This is fine, as I assume he was roleplaying a native who was not content with foreigners coming into (what he referred to) "his" country. After making subtle threats to me and my friend (IGN Saleh Ibrahim), we asked if he was kidding around or not, at which point his aggrovation exceeded what it had earlier been at. It is at this point that I spotted another man coming into town and decided to go talk to him instead. He seemed alright, said he didn't know the guy and was just (as he claimed) a spectator. I was fine with this, since I thought of these men not to pose any significant threat to us. I know not why, but a fistfight broke out between (IGN) Linus and the man in red. When the fight was over and the man in red was victorious, I saw him continue hitting the downed man and eventually grab a pistol off of the unconscious man's inventory and then quickly stuffing it into his own. Seeing this, I was naturally worried and approached the man, as I assume many would too. I told him to drop the pistol that he had picked up, which he refused to do. After a few short seconds, he said something along the lines of "Okay, I'll drop it then." and turned around and shot me. I know I shot at him as well, but I do not know if I landed any hits. After this point, I know not what happened. I have been told that at least the five of us that had been running the store for that day lost our lives and that perhaps more were injured/killed. TL;DR: Man in red approached me and my group of people, obviously trying to bait for KOS rights. Man in red had no sense for his own life and was, in my opinion, just looking for excuses to kill us. Keep in mind, all of this is from my point of view. If the accused has anything else to say, I'll be happy to hear. Sadly, I was not recording the incident, since the night was coming to an end and I thought no more of it. Hope this helps! (also if I should have structured this differently, I apologize.) Rea (IGN Caleb Peruvon)
  6. Server and location: S1 EU - Vybor City Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 15.50-16.10 (23:05-23:15 CEST) -- 10/23/2018 Your in game name: Caleb Peruvon Names of allies involved: Jorsan Dechlar, Linus Niklasson, Saleh Ibrahim, Robert Jefferson Name of suspect/s: Unknown at this time. Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): No vehicles involved. Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): None at this time. Detailed description of the events: Hey everyone! Me and my friend K.Barbie (IGN Robert Jefferson) were just killed in the town of Vybor around 23:05-23:15 (CEST) by an unknown number of people after getting into a quarrel with them. In total, I'm aware that me (IGN Caleb Peruvon), my friend K.Barbie (IGN Robert Jefferson), my friend super-cp (IGN Saleh Ibrahim), my friend Jorsan (IGN Jorsan Dechlar) and my friend melkerornberg (IGN Linus Niklasson) were all killed in a few seconds after encountering an extremely aggravated man. We had never made any contact with this man before. For some context, we had been on edge for a few hours because of events that had occurred earlier that day. The five of us (along with another man who joined us closer toward the end, unsure of his name) had been running a local "store" for a few days and had just been visited by some dangerous people. Since it was getting late, (and i'm sure we all have duties tomorrow) we decided it was best we close shop and start again tomorrow. It was at this time we came across a man of unknown name. He was easily identifiable (old character model, red bomber jacket, dirtbike helmet etc...) and we were quickly alerted to this man's aggrovation. Since we really did not want any trouble, we asked him to move along since the store was closing. After being unresponsive to our requests, he lunged at both me and a friend and decided to call us both imflammatory things. This is fine, as I assume he was roleplaying a native who was not content with foreigners coming into (what he referred to) "his" country. After making subtle threats to me and my friend (IGN Saleh Ibrahim), we asked if he was kidding around or not, at which point his aggrovation exceeded what it had earlier been at. It is at this point that I spotted another man coming into town and decided to go talk to him instead. He seemed alright, said he didn't know the guy and was just (as he claimed) a spectator. I was fine with this, since I thought of these men not to pose any significant threat to us. I know not why, but a fistfight broke out between (IGN) Linus and the man in red. When the fight was over and the man in red was victorious, I saw him continue hitting the downed man and eventually grab a pistol off of the unconscious man's inventory and then quickly stuffing it into his own. Seeing this, I was naturally worried and approached the man, as I assume many would too. I told him to drop the pistol that he had picked up, which he refused to do. After a few short seconds, he said something along the lines of "Okay, I'll drop it then." and turned around and shot me. I know I shot at him as well, but I do not know if I landed any hits. After this point, I know not what happened. I have been told that at least the five of us that had been running the store for that day lost our lives and that perhaps more were injured/killed. TL;DR: Man in red approached me and my group of people, obviously trying to bait for KOS rights. Man in red had no sense for his own life and was, in my opinion, just looking for excuses to kill us. Keep in mind, all of this is from my point of view. If the accused has anything else to say, I'll be happy to hear. Sadly, I was not recording the incident, since the night was coming to an end and I thought no more of it. Hope this helps! (also if I should have structured this differently, I apologize.) Rea (IGN Caleb Peruvon)
  7. Caleb was born in the sunken streets of New York with four sisters and a mother. He has never met his father, all he heard from his mother was that his dad was a troublemaker. Caleb would follow in his father's footsteps, getting into many fights during his childhood and early teens. Back then, he didn't have much. His family scrambled to get by, all four of his sisters working three jobs each to cover the bills. Caleb's mother was very weak from years of exhaustion and hard work. She was the woman that every kid around the block knew about, the type of woman who would feed you before herself. Caleb loved his mother, up until the end. She died when Caleb was only 16 years old. Heartbroken, he set out to find some meaning to his life, some success, some vindication, some anything! But Caleb was lost, without anyone to guide him. He lived in those god forsaken streets for over half his life. Then, at the age of 39, Caleb was woken up by a knock on his apartment door in the middle of the night. Three of his sisters had all died, the last standing in front of him, bruised and bloody. Filled with rage, he left his apartment with a loaded pistol, went to his sister's boyfriend's house with his finger itching on the trigger. Before the other man could say anything, Caleb opened two holes in his body. He ran away from the house, terrified. Terrified of himself. What had he become? A killer? Caleb never saw his sister or anyone else he knew after that day. He just kept running, to different countries, to different cultures, trying to find some atonement for his actions. He became fluent in many languages and met many different peoples. He was transiting through Chernarus, looking for work to keep him fed when the outbreak hit. Caleb took shelter with some other people in a small town in western Chernarus. When the dust had settled, Caleb made his way to the southern coast, searching for a boat to get out of Chernarus and seek shelter in a country that the infection hadn't gotten to yet. Caleb is still on his journey to atonement today, searching for forgiveness.
  8. Born, raised in Sweden! Proud Swede ( ̄▽ ̄)ノ
  9. Hello everyone! I suppose this is my introduction post and I hope you treat me well! I hope you have had an amazing holiday season so far, although it's not over yet! I would just like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a cheer for a happy 2016 together! Love, Rea
  10. I tried to seek help in order for me to get unbanned. Those accounts were exclusively made in order for me to get help, not to use multiple accounts. I apparently tried to sign in through my steam account and got banned on account "Reabae2" after I tried to PM a Community Helper. With account "Reathethird", I got recommended to write a ban appeal in a PM I recieved from another Community Helper. I realize my mistakes in creating two accounts after my first one, although I was kind of desperate. Wendsill mentioned something about me signing in through steam in another whitelist attempt on my account "Reabae2" when we were speaking on TeamSpeak. I am not sure what he's refering to, since it was a long time ago. I appreciate your concern, thanks for your insight! It is 100% fine with me if my two accounts I made to contact administrators are banned, but I'd like to get this account unbanned! // Rea
  11. That's strange, but we have no problem with hopping on TS. I appreciate your help!
  12. Link to the source of punishment (report/post): Permanent ban for having alternate account; "Shotgun_Gunnar". Cannot access any links. Why the verdict is not fair: Me and my best friend got banned for having alternate accounts with eachother. The only reasoning to why these bans occured is because he registered when he was visiting me. I suppose we got banned because he registered from my IP adress. (further explanation below) Additional statements/comments explaining your point of view: (I'm really sorry if this is a bit long)I'm fairly new to DayZRP, and I only joined 5 months ago. I played a (mind my language) shit ton on your servers during the summer. However, I had a blast. Some of my most memorable moments from playing DayZ are from these servers. Without getting side tracked, I want to explain as to why the bam was unfair with one of my suspicions as to why we got banned. Since I cannot view any PM's and I haven't gotten any mails, I am clueless to why we were suspected for having alternate accounts. The only reasoning to as why we got banned would be the registration from my IP: I don't know if you guys keep records, but "Shogun_Gunnar" was registered from my IP. The owner of the account was over for a visit and he got interested in joining when he watched me play. I am fully aware that my words alone will not get us umbanned, for which I do hope you keep records of server traffic. Every visit to the server that this account has made has come from this IP, with every visit to the server from account "Shotgun_Gunnar" has been made from an IP in Gothenburg, 397 kilometers away. If you have any means of confirming that we're two seperate people, I'd be happy to comply! I have huge respect for DayZRP and I fully support every decision the administrators make. Although, disregarding all this, I had so much fun. I met some of the most amazing people. I experienced some of the most intense filled actions. All I want is for us to be unbanned. If this appeal gets declined, I'll still support your decision to 100%. What would you like to achieve with this appeal: I'd like to get me and my friend to get unbanned and resume our fun. What could you have done better?: With the evidence presented to me, I'm clueless as to why we got banned. Although when we got banned, it left a plump in my throat. I should have made a ban appeal earlier but I didn't know this was an option until one of the moderators told me when I tried writing to him on another account I made specifically to get this account unbanned. ( I hope this is how I was supposed to write it. If you have any further questions you want to ask me, you can add me on steam; http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198177443745/
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