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Canon360

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  1. It was an awesome RP session for me too. Hopefully I see you out there soon!! @MrBlairdom
  2. Entry One

    Entry three: Oh man, it's almost been two days since I've written in this thing. I guess to recap, yesterday was hell. Waking up sick is one thing but waking up sick during the apocalypse is a completely different story. I can't believe it but it feel like I was fighting for my life all day yesterday, with this fever raging across my head and all my muscles aching. Yesterday was a painful haze and I didn't get anything done. I cut through most of my water and food and now I barely have anything. That damn supermarket better be good. Yesterday made me realise that I need more medical supplies too. I guess I should really make a check list. So I need canned food, water, new shoes, maybe some blankets and a better sleeping bag, bigger backpack, meds and bandages. maybe I can pick up a map too, see if I can find a Canadian Tire and get a good solid knife and some ammo. Right now I'm sitting in a house right across from the supermarket, checking it out through my half working binoculars. They cracked one day while I was out walking and I stumbled into a pack of man eaters. I almost shit my pants, and as I was running away I tripped on a fucking log and some how managed to crack one of the lenses. There's been no one coming in or out of the place, just the odd freak stumbling about, moaning and shaking his head as it stands there so stupidly. Their eyes are so dead and they have no emotion, no fear, no anger. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I mean that hollow thing that makes my life hell used to be a living, breathing, working person. They are absolutely disgusting, all rotten and filthy. So stupid yet they drive fear into everyone. Fuck, let's change the topic. I wonder if there's a civilization somewhere out there. maybe with 10 or 20 people. Or maybe even 30. God that would be amazing to see, just a room filled with smiling people, all chatting about their day. Maybe I'll find myself some friends. You know the kind of people that don't want to eat me or steal all my stuff then shoot me in the face. These are very difficult times and it scares me to think that I can't trust anyone. But we'll keep moving and keep going. Ok I've been staring at this dumb supermarket since this morning, I think it's about time I start to get a move on and see what treasures lay inside. -Canon
  3. Thanks! Having a blast already
  4. Hey guys. I first joined dayzrp two years ago but quit after a while. Mostly due to my frustration with dayz as well as not feeling apart of the community (that part is my fault, I never really had an active role) I came back about a week ago and am looking to immerse myself into the community, make new friends and just have fun with it. My lack of trying the first time around is what probably made me feel like an "outsider" in the community. So hopefully I'll see all of you about in game and on the forums, also I've created a journal series called Entry One. If you have time to look it over I would greatly appreciate it. I plan on trying to continuously update it and add story to it. Thank you all and I hope for awesome adventures in the future
  5. Entry One

    Entry two: Another day wasted wondering south. I know it seems like a stupid idea to move closer and closer to a country with almost nine times the population. But if I need to kill nine times the amount of freaks to not freeze to death then I guess its my only option. Thank the lord I found food today. It wasn't much, but I'll take canned dog food over starving to death any day. To be completely honest it isn't half bad, especially when cooked over a fire. But canned dog food isn't the only good thing in my life right now. My day got a whole lot better! As i was passing through the suburbs, searching for supplies and killing any man eater that dared to chase me, I saw a super market. A mother fucking SUPER MARKET! God just thinking about it is getting my heart racing. By now it's gotta smell like shit with all the rotting food and spoiled dairy. But still it's all worth it just to find one can of tomato soup, or maybe even some over the counter ramen noodles. People often forget about the noodles, plus with all those flavour packets any dog meal can taste half decent. Oh also while looking around some houses I found some 9mm ammo, it was half a case but still. It s better than nothing. Today's shaping up to be a bit of a lucky day. lets hope tomorrow is even better. Do you ever wonder about how other countries are doing? That once place near Russia is probably long gone, but what about London. I can picture the Queen chilling in Buckingham palace, showing her great grandson how to shoot an M4. now that would be a sight I'd pay to see. Wow, I cant believe how hard i laughed at the thought of that. I think I need to find myself some friends. Maybe I'll cut the legs off a zombie and have a little crawler as my friend. Nah scratch that, too risky. Sometimes I wonder if someone will read this, or maybe read this when I die. If this book gets into the hands of the asshole who kills me, I want he or she to know that I'm haunting your ass! What if ghosts are watching over me right now. Looking over my shoulder, cheering me on or placing bets on how far I'll make it. Or maybe my dad's watching over me. I hope he understands that I needed to stop him. Anyways, I think I'm gunna head off to bed. Back into my patchy as hell sleeping bag. Goodnight. -Canon
  6. Entry One

    Hello survivors! When I joined DayZRP I started a journal series called Entry One. That was almost two years ago and its been collecting dust. Now that I've come back I've decided to re-vamp the series. The first three entries will be the original entries I started two years ago, but after that I'll be posting new writings. I hope you all enjoy. Entry one: Imagine that, almost a whole 3 months since the world went to hell and I've finally managed to find a good pen and a decent journal. A journal that isn't covered in blood, half burnt, or filled with stories about how "Jonny didn't take me to prom." I guess is should introduce myself, but then again why should that matter. I guess a name is the only thing that separates us from the monsters, but considering the things I've done I'm not sure I even deserve a name anymore. The date is God knows what, and the time is sometime past mid day. My name is Canon, and I am alone. I have no clue where to really begin with this journal. I have a good feeling that anyone who comes after me and see this journal will just think of it as "just a book" with scrambled thoughts jotted down in blue pen. It's going to take me forever to write in this thing. My gloves are too big to use this pen and this stupid Canadian weather is freezing me half to death every night. But I suppose there are worse things to complain about. Like the fact that the last person I saw alive was immediately shot in the face. The guy was trying to escape from his captors and things didn't end well for him. Poor brave bastard. Anyways, I'm getting sick and tired of this fucking weather, so I've been considering moving south, make like the birds and all. Plus I'm running out of food and I really need to start searching for supplies in new places. There are so many things I miss about the old world. Good food, a heater, my family, video games, clean water, shelter, porn. You know, trivial shit. I could go on forever about that crap if I wanted. But I'm also thankful for the little things, like my dad showing me how to use a fire axe properly and making a nice fire whilst camping. It's a shame I had to use that same axe to stop him from eating me and my brothers. Fuck I miss him. So to recap, life sucks, I'm hungry as hell and my piss freezes after 2 minutes. To be honest I have a feeling this whole "dear diary" thing will be kind of therapeutic for me. Hopefully I'll still be alive to write a second entry. -Canon
  7. Morgan Huer

    Before the outbreak Morgan was a simple and happy man. During the day he was a personal trainer as well as coaching the local baseball team. During the night he took care of his family, or what family he had left. His wife had divorced him, taking his son and daughter away from him, only being allowed to see them on the weekends and some holidays. Morgan was and always has been a hard worker, even when the world fell apart. With Morgan, money was always tight. He was happy with his life but wanted some extra cash so he could treat his kids to a nice vacation. He heard about a one time job being apart of the crew for a cargo ship heading to Russia. Morgan jumped right into the job and worked his ass off. When the Cargo ship arrived at Chernarus all hell broke lose. Morgan was immediately rushed off the boat by Russian military, something being said about a disease or infection. Morgans Russian never really developed on the boat. Before he knew it Morgan was being searched and funnelled into a large building with a bunch of terrified locals. After an hour the military started shooting outside. Hundreds of rounds offloaded into the freaks running in closer and closer. Before the building got surrounded, Morgan managed to get out of the building and run to a safe place. Morgans world quickly grew dark after believing that his family had perished and there was nothing left for him in this world. With nothing left to live for Morgan began acting as such. He became bold, daring and constantly pushing his and others boundaries. He may have nothing to live for, but he'll find out what you have to live for sooner or later.
  8. Jay Harrison

    Jay Harrison was born and raised in Canada by his parents Dexter and Beth Harrison. He had a middle class upbringing with good morals and values. As a kid growing up teachers and friends shortened his name "Jay Harrison" to "Jason" and the name just stuck. As he grew up Jason had a normal childhood, eventually making his way through university and getting his engineering degree. Jason then became a worker for a private shipping company that specialised in overseas shipment of weapons, radioactive goods, Large and expensive luxury items for the rich, and just about anything that cost a fortune that needed special care yet discreet transportation. Jason spent most of his time tending to the engines and any electrical work than needed to be done. Keeping to himself and learning to keep his guard up at all time due to the shady characters that worked for this company. Whilst working for this company, Jason picked up a bad habit. A morphine addiction. It started when he broke his leg when it got pinned under some engine parts. Due to the lack of professional medical care on the ships Jason was given as much morphine as he required. Over time Jason craved more and more, as he would often try to steal from the medics supply room. Although he was a good man at heart, often being the one to help friends, family and even strangers in need, Jason felt dirty and ashamed about his addiction and kept it a secret. The last shipment he worked on was heading to Chernarus, Russia. One night whilst getting ready for bed, the ships emergency light and sirens went off. The hull off the ship had been shot at by the Russian military and the ship began to capsize. The next thing Jason remembered was waking up on the shore in his green shirt and black jeans. Through his survival and travels, Jason managed to meet several nice and friendly people. These people along the road taught him how to shoot, fight and survive. Then before he got to close he would head out on his own, always moving, always searching for something to call home. Jason's had his fair share of betrayal and deceit, being used by other survivors for his food and hospitality as well as being straight out robbed at gun point. Over time these numerous encounters turned Jason's perception of others sour. His walls where built up tall and strong and he plunged himself into isolation. Slowly but surly, after days of survival, his addiction and loneliness started to grip into Jason. It began making him paranoid and untrusting, more so than befor. All this time alone to his thoughts without a way to ease the pain, Jason began to have nightly panic attacks. Through the torture of solitude Jason set out to find other survives, those who would take him in. People he could make apart of his life and family. But Jason isn't willing to be used by those who seek to harm him or others, and is sure as hell he wont go down without a fight.
  9. Entry one

    Thank you! I really appreciate all the feedback!
  10. So I finally run into some players after a good 6 hours in total I've spent on the server. I don't think I've ever had this much fun play DayZ. I got that real zombie apocalypse feel with sharing stories, scavenging, running into more players and just having a great time role playing. Signing up for this has been the smartest thing I've done for gaming in a long time, and I can't wait for more awesome interactions. (I wish I could of stayed on longer and play more butt I had to cut away from the guys I met so I could run some errands)
  11. Entry one

    Thanks for your suggestion man. I write these on my phone but I'll start doing a rough copy and then type them in when I get home.
  12. Entry one

    Entry three: Oh man, it's almost been two days since I've written in this thing. I guess to recap, yesterday was hell. Waking up sick is one thing but waking up sick during the apocalypse is a completely different story. I can't believe it but it feel like I was fighting for my life all day yesterday, with this fever raging across my head and all my muscles aching. Yesterday was a painful haze and I didn't get anything done. I cut through my water and food and now I barely have anything. That damn supermarket better be good. Yesterday made me realize that I need more medical supplies too. I guess I should really make a check list. So I need canned food, water, new shoes, maybe some blankets and a better sleeping bag, bigger backpack, meds and bandages. maybe I can pick up a map too, see if I can find a Canadian Tire and get a good solid knife and some ammo. Right now I'm sitting in a house right across from the supermarket, checking it out through my half working binoculars. They cracked one day while I was out walking and I stumbled into a pack of man eaters. I almost shit my pants, and as I was running away I tripped on a fucking log and some how managed to crack one of the lenses. There's been no one coming in and out of the place, just the odd freak stumbling about, moaning and shaking his head as it stands there so stupidly. Their eyes are so dead and they have no emotion, no fear, no anger. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I mean that hallow thing that makes my life hell used to be a living, breathing, working person. They are absolutely disgusting, all rotten and filthy. So stupid yet they drive fear into everyone. Fuck, let's change the topic. I wonder if there's a civilization somewhere out there. maybe with 10 or 20 people. Or maybe even 30. God that would be amazing to see, just a room filled with smiling people, all chatting about their day. Maybe I'll find myself some friends. You know the kind of people that don't want to eat me or steal all my stuff then shoot me in the face. These are very difficult times and it scares me to think that I can't trust anyone. But we'll keep moving and keep going. Ok I've been staring at this dumb supermarket since the morning, I think it's about time I start to get a move on and see what treasures lay inside. -Canon
  13. Entry one

    Entry two: Another wasted day wondering south, I know it seams like a stupid idea to move closer and closer to a place that had almost nine times the population. That means I need to kill nine more of those freaks, but hey, it's for survival. Thank the Lord I found food today. It wasn't much but I'll take canned dog food over starving to death any day. To be totally honest it isn't half bad, especially when heated over a fire. I guess the only good thing about the cold weather here is that when I get lake or pond water, then boil it to kill all the filth, the water cools off real fast making it better to drink sooner. Finding water has never really been an issue for me, just food. But as I was passing through the suburbs today, looking from one house to the next, killing any man eater I see, I saw a super market. A mother fucking super market. God just thinking about it is getting my heart racing. By now it's gotta smell like shit with all the rotten food and spoiled dairy, but still it's worth just to find one can of tomato soup, or maybe even some over the counter Raman noodles. People often forget about the noodles, plus with all those flavour packets any meal can taste half decent. Oh also today while looking around some houses I managed to find some 9 mm ammo, it was just a case but still. Today's shaping up to be a bit of a lucky day. let's just hope tomorrow is even better. Do you ever wonder about how other countries are doing? That one place in Russia where it started is probably long gone, but what about London. I always pictured the Queen chilling in Buckingham Palace showing her great grand son how to shoot an M4. Now that would be a sight I'd pay to see. Wow I can't believe how hard I laughed at that, I think I need to find me some friends. Maybe I'll cut the legs off a zombie and have a little crawler as my friend. Nah scratch that, too risky. Sometimes I wonder if when I die someone will read this. If it gets into the hands of the asshole that kills me I want he or she to know that I'm haunting their ass! What if ghosts are looking over my shoulder right now, cheering me on or placing bets on how far I'll make it, or maybe my dad. I hope he understands that I needed stop him. Anyway I think I'm off to bed, back into my patchy as hell sleeping bag. Goodnight. -Canon
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