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  1. Carrying the Haul: Origins of Cenek Forman Distant sounds of men and women bickering rang through his ears as if through a mist. He could see blurred shapes in front of him and around him, yet, what they gestured or spoke, he could not make out. It felt as if he was in a cave - his breathing ragged, sweat dripping down from his unwashed skin and falling to the ground, and of course - the weight above him, threatening to break his spine and crush him whole. It was gargantuan, felt like it, at least. Splash. He didn't pay attention to the pathway and stepped into a puddle, and it appeared he had gotten quite a bit of the water onto his companions. Fuck. "Cenek, you piece of shit!" hollered a large-framed man to his left "I swear to fucking god your Chernarussian ass is nothing but a nuisance!" "Hey, hey..." Spoke a woman with a thick Russian accent. She tried to calm the man "Do you really want to carry all of our food and equipment instead of him, hmm? Come, Cenek, hurry up." And hurry he did. Cenek was used to being treated this way - insults, shouting, and even the occasional kick to the side if he dropped anything of value. He had been travelling with this group from the very start, back when the infection broke out. While some may have seen it as a damnation, he saw it as a blessing - how lucky he was for his sister to have pulled him out of their house. He would have stayed there, probably died in less than a day, scared and confused. Speaking of his sister, there she was, walking at the head of the company, chatting with the self-proclaimed leader, all composed and tranquil - the siblings were complete opposites. Cenek began to lull back into the same monotonic rhythm. Step, step, avoid puddle, step, step, vault over branch, step, step, trip over shoelace - And there he fell. Precious food and equipment laying about on the forest's soil, his face full of dirt and his mouth filling with the metallic taste of blood. Shit, shit shit. Get back on your feet you screw up, come on, gather the stuff, tie your shoes, they won't notice. They won't noti- "Cenek!" He heard the same man bellow out once again a few dozen feet away from him "Oh, now you've asked for it" The man began making his way down hill and towards Cenek, who was still laying flat on the ground, trying to shove all of the goods back into his bags. Cenek froze in place and took a large gulp, a mixture of his saliva and blood travelling down his throat. He knew what was coming, and his side was going to hurt quite a bit for the next couple of days. No worries, they had nearly reached the Russian border, and the way downhill would be quite easier... "Oh, just leave him be!" Shouted his sister from further up ahead "Or else you're going to have to carry some of the bags yours-" She stopped, why did she stop? His unspoken thoughts were quickly answered when he saw he limp body slump down onto the forest floor beneath. Cenek wasn't sure what his mind registered first - the fact that his sister was dead, or the fact that he was about to die, himself. Not a second later, the sound of the shot itself rung out through the hills, and in mere moments the whole forest broke out into a cacophony of death. Series of shots sent his companions tumbling down the hill one after the other, and one caught the man that stood in front of Cenek. The man fell down right beside him, nearly face to face. Staring into the man's blank expression, Cenek continued to lay there, motionless - too scared to move, too scared to even think of standing up and running. Minutes went by, then hours. The sun began to set and he felt a chill start to crawl up his arms and legs. He knew he would die either way - whether he ran or stayed, yet he realized, there was nothing he could do. Therefore, he gave up, and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them once more, he couldn't see a thing, and his whole body felt numb. Was he dead? Is this what death felt like? Cold and dark, sounded about right. Well, the distant shouts in Russian appeared to prove him wrong - unless there's a lot of Russians in heaven, hmm... Maybe he was in hell. His chain of thought was soon cut short by a ray of light, shining across the hillside, rid with dead bodies. One glance towards the source of it and Cenek knew all too well that they had come across one the border's checkpoints - a few dark silhouettes were standing by the beacon with guns in their hands. How foolish of them! He knew that this was a bad idea, but would the group have listened to him, even if he had voiced his opinion? No, of course not, why would anybody listen to stupid ol' Cenek- No! What was he doing! He had to get up, he had to run. Shit, shit, the bags are too heavy! Cenek squirmed his way out of the straps and bumped his forehead right into the dead man's face. A silent whimper left his mouth and he stumbled onto his feet. Immediately, he began darting down hill, thin clouds of warm breath leaving his mouth and his chest heaving from the adrenaline. He was fast, faster than he'd thought, now that the weight was off his shoulders. And so he ran, free from the burden that he once carried, but now with another - weightless, yet heftier than he'd ever carried - surviving on his own. Months had gone by since that faithful day. He had avoided all human and non-human contact so far. A small bag on his back, worn yet sturdy clothes keeping him relatively warm, and a Makarov pistol by his side, yet to be used. He was sitting, leaning against a wall of an abandoned building. A poster clutched in one hand and a short-length radio in the other. "Hello, is anybody out there?" He had been repeating the phrase for the past hour, switching from frequency to frequency, evidently to no avail. He was sick of being alone, stuck only with his own somber thoughts. He needed people, he needed them more than ever, and the one time he tried calling out to them, there was no answer. Hopelessly, he continued on switching, looking, talking, and then- "Hello? Who is this?" Spoke out a man with a thick local accent. "Hello, yes! My name is Cenek!" He was nearly lost for words, and was surprised how rasped his voice had become. "Cenek?" The man asked and then spoke out in Chernarussian "That sounds like a local name, am I right?" "Yes, yes! I'm from here. I... I'm looking for people, good people." "I'm assuming then, that I am the first person you'd spoken to over here, hmm.. Lucky for you, you'd contacted a branch of the CDF, currently posted in Zelenogorsk." And so, his burden grew lesser.
  2. I completely agree, radio chatter without emotes putside of the dialogue would be painfully boring to watch. What I'm hoping for, though, is a clearer way of expressing yourself. Surely the community can be creative enough than to simply state in emptes that the man they're talking to is an idiot(or any variation of one), which happens quite often.
  3. [align=justify]Hey all, [align=justify]Not sure if this thread had already been made before, if it has, I'd be glad to do even as little as bring attention to it. Also, forgive all the errors, I typed this out with my phone. [align=justify]Right from day one on the server I have noticed a rather peculiar trend in the radio chatter forums - people seem to force 'truths' onto others via descriptions. I'll give a couple of examples to show what I mean: [align=justify]Ivan Ivanovich: "Cheeki breeki, communism good, da?!" [align=justify]John Smith: "Sure..." *Gives a hearty laugh to the man's foolish words* [align=justify]Snake: "I am a navy seal, looking to find my brothers in arms. All of you whom are alive, please respond." [align=justify]Chernoruski: "Why don't you go back to your basement, seal." *He scoffed at the idiot's blatant lies and turned off his radio* [align=justify]The underlined parts are what annoy me. Of course, these are pretty tame examples, but not only are they passive agressive out of character, but they imply that what you 'emote' is true. If you had, instead, called the man a fool/liar/whatever through dialogue, then it would have made much more sense. Or you could've incorporated such phrases as 'saw the man as a liar' or 'thought the man to be a complete idiot'. These sort of things are subjective, and you never know when someone could be truthful, saying what their character had perceived or experienced in their backstory. [align=justify]Be as aggressive and insulting as you want, just don't make your hate cross from a fictional universe to real life. At least not in public. [align=justify]Perhaps I'm wrong and no one agrees with me, but I'd love to hear what the rest of you think.
  4. Baiting is acting in such a way so that the other party would initiate on you, therefore you (or your friends) could kill them, in the plainest sence. And yes, you can kos anyone that's initiated on you in a 2 hour period. You can read up more on KoS rules in the Information > Rules section.
  5. My country has also been a part of the Soviet Union and we had our own currency. So carefull with this. It is not always a law to have the same currency, as your occupier. Being part of the Soviet Union was a smaller part of my argument, it was mainly the fact that they were in a non-forced union with Russia way back. Though we already know the answer is Chernarussian Kronum, so no real point in discussing further.
  6. Haven't really ran into you guys, but apparently someone wrote a book about y'all.
  7. (This is meant as a joke and is within the off-topic forum) [video=youtube] [spoiler=Transcription]Another year another reich! Twenty-fifteen was a rough year for the glorious state of Chernarus, it appeared that the good life really went “down south” - South Zagoria, of course! We, people at the Zbor radio station wish you a very orthodox Christmas and hope you enjoy our 24 hour long non-stop broadcast of your favourite Christmas tunes like: Stalin, the red-flagged commie! There’s Malenkov and Lenin, and now we have Putin. Khrushchev and Brezhnev Don’t forget Boris Yeltsin. But do you recall… Most “beloved” Russian leader of all... Stalin the Red-flagged commie Didn’t really think things through! Purging his own men was a hobby, He’s no better than a - And who could forget the classic, “ZBOR Christmas”? I'm dreaming of a ZBOR Christmas All Taki gone from our home… But let’s not forget the youth of our nation - come and sing along as your sweat rejuvenates the soil for generations to come! You better work hard You better not cry You better not spread The French bastards’ lies Miroslav’s the führer in town. We can’t forget the foreign souls on our land! On the tenth day of Christmas the Yankees gave to me - Bourgeois propaganda. Bourgeois propaganda. Bourgeois propaganda. Bourgeois propaganda. Bourgeois propaganda. That song loops forever. So... Have a very merry Christmas, and aim for the head!
  8. http://www.fuel-prices-europe.info/ According to these the Macedonian denar wouldn't fit whatsoever, it's either the Russian ruble or Czech krone, if we're choosing from these three possibilities.
  9. I think this thread was more focused on the currency before the outbreak. My guess would be that most foreigners that came before the economy became nothing exchanged their country's money for CRR or CRD, though if any came after the infection hit, I'm sure you'd still find euros, dollars and things of the sort laying around.
  10. RicketyTrickster

    Cerna Liska Media Thread

    15:48 I found Kyle, guys!
  11. Was fun to travel along Annie Thompson today Quite the name you've got, bud.
  12. In most cases like Chernarus', people often still used the old currencies for a short period of time even during the transition, as you had pointed out - quite a lot at first, then less and less as time passed. Though simply put, it would've been the most beneficial choice to simply use one as not many people wanted to calculate conversions at a simple convenience store (Speaking from personal experience and memories from people during conversion times here in the Baltics). And since the transition was quite a while ago in Chernarus' case, I believe they'd ruled out the old soviet ruble completely. Though one would still be able to find soviet rubles laying around here and there as it is the case here in the Baltics. As for my opinion on which currency would make the most sense, I'd say the ruble due to the history of Chernarus as opposed to its geographical position. Russia and Chernarus had formed a union of sorts many centuries ago, according to the lore, and it is more than likely that they used the same currency for the sake of convenience throughout the centuries.
  13. Yes, but not all countries that were in the bloc went on to use their own currency, more specifically, Belarus (or white Russia) - they introduced their own ruble. The fact that Chernarus was in a non-forced binding with Russia in it's early ages also adds to the high probability of rubles being the local currency, though, possibly due to the large patriotism of the people, they would be of the Chernarussian variant ( CYR ).
  14. Seeing as Chernarus was "traditionally bound with Russia" and was also occupied and annexed by the USSR, I think one could presume that rubles, either of the Russian or Chernarussian variety are a large possibility.
  15. Do you believe in love at first sight or do I have to come and initiate on you again?