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  1. Gerard Zelazny

    It was the opportunity of a life time. Great pay, awesome benefits, working my own hours, and I got to see the world. I know an entire class of students back in school that would have killed for this job. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the beginning… my beginning. I was born on an August day in a small mining town in VT. My mother and father introduced me to geology early in my life. Mining was in my families blood, and I was expected to continue with the tradition. During my summer vacations from school I was working in the marble quarry of Dorset, VT. My father had worked there for 15 years and let’s just say… I was hired the same day I applied. Most people say they hate working in the quarry, or in the mine... I liked it. Geology was my passion. A passion that I was introduced to early in life. I loved traveling from state to state and Mine to Mine, looking for all different types of rocks and minerals. Throughout my life, I have been all over the world searching for the different gems our world had to offer. From the gold mines of Alaska to the diamond mines of Arkansas. From the Volcanoes of Chile to the deserts of the middle east. I have been everywhere! Most people my age would say I wasted many summers working away in the quarry’s, but honestly it was what I loved. When I turned 17 I was accepted to Castleton state, a college that was close to my home in Vermont. I’m pretty sure you know what I was studying. For the next 4 years, I studied everything about geology. I traveled all over the United states and to many other countries. I quickly became top of the class and even became a teacher’s aide in my second year. The four years passed quicker than I had even known. The day of my graduation was kind of a shock to me. I found myself standing there wondering where the last four years had disappeared too. But most of all I found myself wondering what I was going to do with the rest of my life. By Now I had been to Australian copper mines, American marble and granite mines. I had been to volcanic mines and even worked in gold mines. It was odd to say it, but by my 21st birthday… I had done it all. Or had I? A few months after graduating I received a call from my professor. He spoke of a job opportunity for me. A job that he himself wanted to take but he was so close to his tenure that to leave now would be mental. He said that it paid great and I could make my own hours… he said pretty much I would oversee my own mining team. And then he said… it’s in Chernarus. “Where the hell is that?” That’s what the first thing out of my mouth was, but then I remembered. I remembered something in the news a year ago, something about a civil war that had ended in 2009 there. I responded with “You’re not talking about that place that just had that bloody civil war, are you?” to which he replied “ohh you have herd of it, well that’s good then”. It took a lot of convincing. Basically, what I was told was that after the war had ended the whole country was trying to rebuild. The government had found out quickly that they were lacking in many of the professionals they needed to run the country. The war had killed so many, and those that didn’t fight ended up fleeing. The country was ready to rebuild… but they lacked the people they needed to do so. That’s where I came in. There was a mine in a town called Solnichniy. I don’t know how to say it, and to this day I still fuck it up, but they needed me there. They needed all types of people, but geologist they needed bad, and they were willing to pay. A few months later in the early months of 2010 I was flying my ass from the USA to a country I knew almost nothing about. But this was an adventure for me. An adventure that I couldn’t wait to experience. The first few years were a whole new world for me. Learning the language, the people, the money, the job. When I arrived in Solnichniy things were really bad. We didn’t have the labor we needed. We didn’t have the equipment we needed. Honestly… we didn’t have anything that we actually needed to do the job. Months went by with me literally just standing around and waiting. I had honestly thought that I had made the worst decision in my entire life. I was beginning to think it was time to go home. But slowly the government started to come through with their promises. One day shovels and jackhammers would show up, the next day dump trucks and demolition equipment. People started showing up too, geologists, laborers, demolitionists, drivers. They all started just showing up. After almost a year it looked like a fully functioning Quarry. We had a hospital, security, a grocery store, and housing for all the workers. It took a whole year, but finally we started bringing minerals out of the mine. For the next few years we were one of the highest performing quarry’s in all Cherno. The next few years were some of the greatest years of my life… and most profitable. Just another day. That’s what it was. Just another day in the quarry of Solnichniy. I had heard stories on the news about riots in the north of the country, and something about the Russians bombing in the north. We had been reassured that it was nothing to worry about. Honestly, I should have known then, the government said it was nothing… but really there was a full-blown war going on in the north. Things escalated so quickly. No one had any time to react. Before I knew what had happened the airports were shut down and the riots had already begun. I did what I could. I told our workers not to panic, I told them to stay in Solnichniy. I told them that if worst came to worst we could take the boats out. So, they listened to me. It wasn’t fair… for them. I had no idea what was going on, and no idea what to do. Before I knew it, the “infected” were in the town and things had become dangerous. Within hours every person we could muster was crawling into boats. Every boat we could find was filled to the brim. We watched from the safety of our boats as the people we left behind were killed, and eaten. I would call them zombies but… they weren’t zombies. They were still alive. They bled, they fell when they were shot. It was like zombies only… more, and they ravaged the entire town. They killed every person they came in contact with. Men, woman, children, dogs, cats… everything that was alive was getting torn to pieces. We watched in horror as our boats slowly tugged away from the city. We had believed that we were safe, we believed that the fight was over for us. The day before we had noticed the armada of ships off the coast. The fisherman had told us they were flying Russian flags. As far as we had known, they were here to help. We sailed towards them, expecting them to help when we got into sight, instead we received no welcome. We were told to return to the shore, we were told that we were not allowed out of the quarantine zone. We were strongly urged to return to the shore. When I say strongly urged… we were shot at with no mercy. Some boats tried getting past the blockade… I didn’t see any actually make it. We sat there in the bay for hours, only a few boats left. We couldn’t return to shore… we couldn’t try getting by the blockade, and we certainly couldn’t stay there. We didn’t know what to do. It was apparent however that the longer we stayed there, the more agitated the Russians became. It seemed to come down to the last minute when one of the workers I knew from the mine spoke up. He looks directly at me and said “the mine, we can go to the mine”. I was almost completely caught off guard. Why didn’t I think of that? Off course we could go to the mine. It had doors that shut and locked, it had water in it, a vent so we could breath, hell it even had an alternate exit. I mean hell we would have to bring some food but we could last in there for weeks, maybe even months if we had too. We really didn’t have much time to discuss it and it was the best plan we had. We gathered all the boats together and told everyone our plan. In the few minutes that we had we came up with what seemed like a damn good plan. We would split up into two different groups. The first group would clear the path to the mine, and keep it cleared. The second team would go to the grocery store and get everything they could find. It was just that simple, but could we pull it off? We really didn’t have much time to ponder whether it was going to work or not, the Russians patience had finally worn off and they began firing towards us again. So, we went for it. Id like to say it went off like clockwork. But it didn’t. We lost a lot of people. To many people. By the time we all got into the mine we were almost half what we started with. We lost the most people trying to get the food from the store. So many dead, but we had made it. The door was closed and we had the food. From what we could tell we had enough for at least a month. Definitely enough food to last us… till the army got there. So we waited. 2 days, we made it 2 days. I don’t know how the infected got in. There was no opening for them to enter. No one had been bitten. It just didn’t make any sense. It started with a scream, and then another and another. Before we were aware of what was going on everyone panicked. People were shooting guns randomly, at anyone they saw. Some people ran deeper into the Mine, others grouped together and tried to hold the infected back. It was a nightmare. At least 100 infected coming towards us. We couldn’t stay here. We couldn’t fight them all. So we opened the mine. The remaining people ran out as quick as we could and closed the door again, trapping all the infected inside. Our great plan was over. Our survival was no longer guaranteed. So few of us got out. So few left alive. What do we do now? Where do we go? How do we survive? There are no guarantees anymore, there are no plans. Just hope. Just one day at a time. I grabbed a piece of charcoal and scribbled as best I could on the door. “do not open, infected inside!” We grabbed what we could… and we ran. We had no idea where we were going, and what would be there when we got there. But we ran.
  2. Gerard Zelazny

    It was the opportunity of a life time. Great pay, awesome benefits, working my own hours, and I got to see the world. I know an entire class of students back in school that would have killed for this job. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the beginning… my beginning. I was born on an August day in a small mining town in VT. My mother and father introduced me to geology early in my life. Mining was in my families blood, and I was expected to continue with the tradition. During my summer vacations from school I was working in the marble quarry of Dorset, VT. My father had worked there for 15 years and let’s just say… I was hired the same day I applied. Most people say they hate working in the quarry, or in the mine... I liked it. Geology was my passion. A passion that I was introduced to early in life. I loved traveling from state to state and Mine to Mine, looking for all different types of rocks and minerals. Throughout my life, I have been all over the world searching for the different gems our world had to offer. From the gold mines of Alaska to the diamond mines of Arkansas. From the Volcanoes of Chile to the deserts of the middle east. I have been everywhere! Most people my age would say I wasted many summers working away in the quarry’s, but honestly it was what I loved. When I turned 17 I was accepted to Castleton state, a college that was close to my home in Vermont. I’m pretty sure you know what I was studying. For the next 4 years, I studied everything about geology. I traveled all over the United states and to many other countries. I quickly became top of the class and even became a teacher’s aide in my second year. The four years passed quicker than I had even known. The day of my graduation was kind of a shock to me. I found myself standing there wondering where the last four years had disappeared too. But most of all I found myself wondering what I was going to do with the rest of my life. By Now I had been to Australian copper mines, American marble and granite mines. I had been to volcanic mines and even worked in gold mines. It was odd to say it, but by my 21st birthday… I had done it all. Or had I? A few months after graduating I received a call from my professor. He spoke of a job opportunity for me. A job that he himself wanted to take but he was so close to his tenure that to leave now would be mental. He said that it paid great and I could make my own hours… he said pretty much I would oversee my own mining team. And then he said… it’s in Chernarus. “Where the hell is that?” That’s what the first thing out of my mouth was, but then I remembered. I remembered something in the news a year ago, something about a civil war that had ended in 2009 there. I responded with “You’re not talking about that place that just had that bloody civil war, are you?” to which he replied “ohh you have herd of it, well that’s good then”. It took a lot of convincing. Basically, what I was told was that after the war had ended the whole country was trying to rebuild. The government had found out quickly that they were lacking in many of the professionals they needed to run the country. The war had killed so many, and those that didn’t fight ended up fleeing. The country was ready to rebuild… but they lacked the people they needed to do so. That’s where I came in. There was a mine in a town called Solnichniy. I don’t know how to say it, and to this day I still fuck it up, but they needed me there. They needed all types of people, but geologist they needed bad, and they were willing to pay. A few months later in the early months of 2010 I was flying my ass from the USA to a country I knew almost nothing about. But this was an adventure for me. An adventure that I couldn’t wait to experience. The first few years were a whole new world for me. Learning the language, the people, the money, the job. When I arrived in Solnichniy things were really bad. We didn’t have the labor we needed. We didn’t have the equipment we needed. Honestly… we didn’t have anything that we actually needed to do the job. Months went by with me literally just standing around and waiting. I had honestly thought that I had made the worst decision in my entire life. I was beginning to think it was time to go home. But slowly the government started to come through with their promises. One day shovels and jackhammers would show up, the next day dump trucks and demolition equipment. People started showing up too, geologists, laborers, demolitionists, drivers. They all started just showing up. After almost a year it looked like a fully functioning Quarry. We had a hospital, security, a grocery store, and housing for all the workers. It took a whole year, but finally we started bringing minerals out of the mine. For the next few years we were one of the highest performing quarry’s in all Cherno. The next few years were some of the greatest years of my life… and most profitable. Just another day. That’s what it was. Just another day in the quarry of Solnichniy. I had heard stories on the news about riots in the north of the country, and something about the Russians bombing in the north. We had been reassured that it was nothing to worry about. Honestly, I should have known then, the government said it was nothing… but really there was a full-blown war going on in the north. Things escalated so quickly. No one had any time to react. Before I knew what had happened the airports were shut down and the riots had already begun. I did what I could. I told our workers not to panic, I told them to stay in Solnichniy. I told them that if worst came to worst we could take the boats out. So, they listened to me. It wasn’t fair… for them. I had no idea what was going on, and no idea what to do. Before I knew it, the “infected” were in the town and things had become dangerous. Within hours every person we could muster was crawling into boats. Every boat we could find was filled to the brim. We watched from the safety of our boats as the people we left behind were killed, and eaten. I would call them zombies but… they weren’t zombies. They were still alive. They bled, they fell when they were shot. It was like zombies only… more, and they ravaged the entire town. They killed every person they came in contact with. Men, woman, children, dogs, cats… everything that was alive was getting torn to pieces. We watched in horror as our boats slowly tugged away from the city. We had believed that we were safe, we believed that the fight was over for us. The day before we had noticed the armada of ships off the coast. The fisherman had told us they were flying Russian flags. As far as we had known, they were here to help. We sailed towards them, expecting them to help when we got into sight, instead we received no welcome. We were told to return to the shore, we were told that we were not allowed out of the quarantine zone. We were strongly urged to return to the shore. When I say strongly urged… we were shot at with no mercy. Some boats tried getting past the blockade… I didn’t see any actually make it. We sat there in the bay for hours, only a few boats left. We couldn’t return to shore… we couldn’t try getting by the blockade, and we certainly couldn’t stay there. We didn’t know what to do. It was apparent however that the longer we stayed there, the more agitated the Russians became. It seemed to come down to the last minute when one of the workers I knew from the mine spoke up. He looks directly at me and said “the mine, we can go to the mine”. I was almost completely caught off guard. Why didn’t I think of that? Off course we could go to the mine. It had doors that shut and locked, it had water in it, a vent so we could breath, hell it even had an alternate exit. I mean hell we would have to bring some food but we could last in there for weeks, maybe even months if we had too. We really didn’t have much time to discuss it and it was the best plan we had. We gathered all the boats together and told everyone our plan. In the few minutes that we had we came up with what seemed like a damn good plan. We would split up into two different groups. The first group would clear the path to the mine, and keep it cleared. The second team would go to the grocery store and get everything they could find. It was just that simple, but could we pull it off? We really didn’t have much time to ponder whether it was going to work or not, the Russians patience had finally worn off and they began firing towards us again. So, we went for it. Id like to say it went off like clockwork. But it didn’t. We lost a lot of people. To many people. By the time we all got into the mine we were almost half what we started with. We lost the most people trying to get the food from the store. So many dead, but we had made it. The door was closed and we had the food. From what we could tell we had enough for at least a month. Definitely enough food to last us… till the army got there. So we waited. 2 days, we made it 2 days. I don’t know how the infected got in. There was no opening for them to enter. No one had been bitten. It just didn’t make any sense. It started with a scream, and then another and another. Before we were aware of what was going on everyone panicked. People were shooting guns randomly, at anyone they saw. Some people ran deeper into the Mine, others grouped together and tried to hold the infected back. It was a nightmare. At least 100 infected coming towards us. We couldn’t stay here. We couldn’t fight them all. So we opened the mine. The remaining people ran out as quick as we could and closed the door again, trapping all the infected inside. Our great plan was over. Our survival was no longer guaranteed. So few of us got out. So few left alive. What do we do now? Where do we go? How do we survive? There are no guarantees anymore, there are no plans. Just hope. Just one day at a time. I grabbed a piece of charcoal and scribbled as best I could on the door. “do not open, infected inside!” We grabbed what we could… and we ran. We had no idea where we were going, and what would be there when we got there. But we ran.
  3. Why does everybody RP Master Chief?

    I think this is a very good point that you are making. personally I believe there is way to much focus on military gear. I would like to see more every day items in the game and less military stuff.
  4. IMPORTANT: Upcoming changes summer 2017

    Not a fan of the amnesty... if you did something wrong in the past it should carry over.
  5. Its time for me to show myself.

    Taking a break from my day to day happenings to share Corwins Story. Corwins Story. I am Corwin St. Germain. There is not much about me. I am an American. Nothing about me makes me special. I grew up in a small town in Vermont, USA. I was always a little smart but other than that… nothing out of the ordinary. I was a normal boy. Not a soldier, not a doctor, not a political or some strong leader. I was a Boy. A very simple boy who didn’t play any sports and had no significants at all. I grew up with my grandparents and learned how to survive in the wild from the boy scouts. I grew up like a normal boy; hunting, fishing, online games… completely normal. My junior year of High School I had the opportunity to participate in a student exchange program offered by my state. It took some convincing but my grandparents did not object. I went to Russia with an open mind. I quickly fell in love with the place, the people and everything ells Russian. But what I fell in love with the most was a girl Called Cathryn Svenkya, (Cat for short). She was a beautiful petite young girl with light blond hair and a smile you could die for. We took to each other rather quickly and fell in love just as quick. Everything about her made my heart race. 1 year I was in the student exchange program, but when I had to go back I felt like I would never be happy unless she was in my life. So, I went back, as often as I could. I was there more than I was home in the US. I was instantly accepted by her family and cared for them as if they were my own. I was with her family when it all began. We like so many others didn’t pay much attention at first. To us it was just another virus or disease. But as the days and weeks came and went, things started getting worst. The day finally came when the US embassy issued orders that all US citizens were to come home. I ignored those orders. They were not an option to me. The person I loved would not be left by me. So, I stayed… I mean seriously what were they going to do? We stayed in the city and watched. We watched it get worst. First the protests, then the soldiers, then the UN, then the gangs and then… everything ells. We watched as parts of the city burned. We listened as the screens echoed down the streets, and then were suddenly silent. Cat’s 2 brothers and I always had a gun in our hands. We always knew they would come to our house and they would want what we had. We waited as long as we could. Always telling ourselves the army was coming back. Every night before we slept we always would say we loved each other, and then we would say a prayer for the army to come back. The army never came back. Helicopters and planes fell from the sky. People robbed and killed. Others… did much worst. We couldn’t stay here anymore. The army was never coming back. We left the city and went to a farm that Cats family owned in the north. We assumed it would be the best thing for us. It was hard getting out of the city but we made it. I will bore you with that story at a different time. Cats whole family and I lived on the farm for almost a month. We were never harassed and were pretty content. There was a family that was living at the cabin also. They were charged with taking care of the home when Cats family were not there. For a whole month, we lived in peace. All it took was one warm uneventful day in the middle of the summer. I was with Cat down by the lake swimming. I was then that we first noticed a smoke in the near distance. Smoke from a camp fire, and the people their noticed us too. It wasn’t long before those people were at our doors. In the turmoil, we all scattered. Cat, her father, mother and I ran out into an apple field. We were followed by what seemed like a pack of wild men. We ran as fast as we could. We dodged what seemed like hundreds of rifle shots. Running behind one tree and then behind another. We leapt over rocks and dived under branches. We ran as fast as we could, and as far as our feet would take us. We ran until the shots stopped. But we ran into a town we should never have come too. Within minutes we were running again, but this time from the infected. It’s not as easy running from them. They always seem to pop out of every building. It was at this moment that my luck had finally run out. After turning a corner Cat and I ran directly into a pack of infected. I quickly turned and ran directly into a walled off yard. Cat had managed to spring off into the neighbor’s yard. At first she yelled. She yelled for me. I instantly told her to shut up, not to speak, not to say anything. We both new that the infected were attracted to sound. I ran over to the corner of the wall and leapt into the air, I kicked off one side of the wall and pushed myself to the top. I grabbed the top of the wall and pulled myself up. I sat on the wall and looked around. I had nothing to worry about, the infected couldn’t get me. But I gazed around. I looked everywhere, I screamed for her. She was nowhere to be found. I panicked and jumped off the wall. I ran to the yard I knew she ran too, but she wasn’t there. I yelled more. I ran franticly around the town, looking everywhere I could. I dodged infected as often as I could. But it was to no avail. The infected were to many so I ran, I ran into the woods and I kept running. I didn’t stop until I was sure they were no longer following me. I waited till the next morning and then found a tree to climb. I climbed as far up as I could so I could see into the town. I spent the entire day looking. She wasn’t there, but she also wasn’t an infected. I spent a week coming the town but I never found her. She is alive. I know she is alive. I need to keep looking. I need to find her. I don’t care how long it takes. I will do whatever I need to do, but I will find her.
  6. Ivan Mládek, A Wolf Without His Pack

    Im liking where your going with these daily journal entries.
  7. Hmm, you have my attention!!! What happened to this diamond mining slave?
  8. Its time for me to show myself.

    Maybe I’m not ready. So, I’m not as good of a judge of character as I thought I was. I had chosen a group of three people. I had first noticed them at a water fountain filling up bottles. I watched them for two days. Watched them and listened. They came across other people and did nothing but talk, and a little light trading. It was odd, at no time did they ever talk about robbing any of the people they had met. I felt almost positive that they would take to me joining them. Or at least just hanging around for a while. It was late in the evening on the second day. The group of men had chosen the courtyard of a rather large house to make their camp. It was a very good choice; the courtyard was surrounded by a stone wall, and the gate in the front closed and locked. I don’t know exactly what town we were in. I am still not used to any of the town names in this country. I do know that we are still somewhere in the far north. Within a few miles of the mountains. As far as I gathered, they did not belong to a larger group. They spoke of being brothers but I don’t think they were actual brothers… maybe like brothers in arms. Their incautious attitude towards everyone and everything thing they met seemed a little odd. At the worst I simply just thought they were very trusting. It seemed to me as If they were good people. People who were willing to help those who needed it. I was clearly wrong. When the sun started to set on the second evening I worked up the courage to make myself known. I chose to leave my backpack behind, even now I still had a little sense left in my mind. I slowly walked down the road, moving from one house to the other. Cautiously and quietly I moved to the back of a big green house. The back door was already opened so I walked in and moved to the front door. I glanced out a window and could still see the one on guard. The one man that was on watch never noticed me and at this moment I believed it would probably be a better idea if I said something before I simply just walked out into the sight of his gun. So, I said the only thing that was really on my mind. “Don’t shoot I’m not infected” The man showed no interest in what I had said. It was as if he had overlooked it entirely. Maybe after all this time he is simply just use to people walking up and asking for help. I honestly wouldn’t know, until tonight I was never actually in the company of a group, so I wasn’t sure if people do what I just did. So off course I said it louder only this time I also waved my hand out the front door. That caught his attention. Within seconds an assault weapon was pointed at the very thin door that I was hiding behind. … I didn’t think this through enough! That’s what was bouncing around my mind at that moment. It wasn’t until this time that I finally herd their names. They had until this point only introduced themselves as the Brothers Grimm. Whenever they would meet someone on the road they would always simply say, “We are the Brothers Grimm” I assumed they were quite popular because no one ever questioned it. And because no one ever questioned it, I didn’t question it either. Their names honestly don’t mean much to me right now, because from here on out they are the Brothers Grimm. Five minutes later I am sitting by their camp fire. Gun still on me and bombarded with questions. I am not going to bore you with what questions I was asked, its clearly the same questions that everyone in this world asks when someone like I did what I had done. But throughout the night I learned something about them. I learned that they were actually pretty popular around these parts. From what they told me, they are big time traders. They always seem to have exactly what you need. That should have been my first sign. They told me that I was “in their town”. I didn’t know people had their own towns now but whatever I guessed. They also had stated that usually people don’t get into the town without them knowing, and people definitely don’t follow them around. I had explained myself to them but I did not give them my real name. I made something up right on the spot, and honestly it wasn’t that hard to do. I remembered something then, something from when I was a kid. I remembered, my porn name. Ohh yea, we all have a porn name, and it’s simple to find out what it is. All you need to do is take your middle name and make it your first name, then take the street name that you grew up on and use it as your last name. So, my name was Ryan Hatchill. That’s what I told them, and they didn’t seem to question it at all. NOW I KNOW, this porn name doesn’t work for everyone. I know some of you out there are saying something stupid like James… Martin Luther King Blvd. I know, the systems not perfect, but for me it worked. I told them most of my story. How I was looking for Cat, and how I was looking for a group to join. They didn’t seem to think much of it, and they didn’t seem to… care or mind me being there. After a few hours, the sun had finally set and I was able to convince them to let me join their group. They had a few cans of beer. The cans looked like they had fallen down a flight of stairs but the beer tasted the way it was supposed to. I rarely ever drink so they seemed taken aback when I told them that one was enough for me. They kept offering though, and I kept denying. Even in my long nights at college I was never much of a drinker. Alcohol abuse ran pretty hard in my family, so I avoided it as much as I could. After what seemed like an hour of them continually offering me beers one stood up and said, “Ok this clearly is not going to work, your obviously one of those annoying people who don’t get drunk. So were going to have to do this the hard way.” A moment later the butt of a gun slammed into the back of my head and I was out. When I woke up I was excited to learn that I was not dead. I was bummed however to learn that I was butt ass naked. Not a single piece of my clothing was anywhere to be found. Neither were the Brothers Grimm. I couldn’t believe it. Not even for a minute. Then I came to and realized what type of world we were living in. Those 3 cock gobblers literally robbed me naked. At least they did have the decency to lock the gate so the infected couldn’t get me while I was laying on the dirty ground, naked, with blood dripping out of my head. I was able to break a branch off of a tree, and beat the shit out of the two infected at the gate. I want to say that I beet those two infected like the three Brothers Grimm deserved… but really I beat them like I deserved. I was stupid. I was careless. And I could have lost my life last night. I need to do more research. I need to watch more people, and listen to them longer. I need to… get my wang into some cloths because its freaking freezing.
  9. No Sunshine - [Raffe's Journal]

    Im liking this read. Keep it coming.
  10. Ivan Mládek, A Wolf Without His Pack

    Very interested in seeing what comes next for you.
  11. Its time for me to show myself.

    Im looking forward to writing more. I just have to find some people in game to stalk. Otherwise this story doesn't make sense. So keep your whits about you everyone. You'll never know, you could just look behind a bush and find me following you today.
  12. Its time for me to show myself.

    Watching, and listening. I don’t know what ells can be said. I am watching… and listening. A week has gone by since I left the security of the mountains. I have been on edge. Uncomfortable to say the least. In the mountains, in my camp; I never had to worry about unwanted guests. I was always aware of what was happening around my camp, but I never had to keep a constant watch. Now that I left the mountains though… things are… different. I don’t pitch a tent. That way I can always up and run if I need to. Something I feel might come in handy pretty soon. I choose an outcropping of rocks that overlook a very heavily used road. Its right between two major towns. I’m hoping to be able to locate then follow a few people that look promising. It’s dangerous, there is no doubting that. But I have done dangerous before and lived. But I can’t live anymore without finding Cat, and to find Cat I need the help of people. I just need to find the …” right” people. So, I sit and I wait. It’s kind of fucked up if you think about it. Every time someone runs by I lay here on the rocks just… judge them. I judge everything about them. From their cloths to their face. I judge who they are with, and what equipment they are carrying. It wasn’t until I got down here that I realized I never even thought of who, or even what type of person I was looking for. I clearly need to find someone who is whiling to help me accomplish my goals. There is no point of joining up with someone if they don’t have my goals in mind. That clearly would be pointless. But at the same time… how do I convince someone that my goals are worth their time and the effort? How do I convince someone that my goals are beneficial to them? And how do I do this without getting killed or robbed? Everyone who passes me just isn’t good enough. I have watched groups of people and single people. I’m pretty sure at one point I watched a herd of cows… and even they weren’t trust worthy enough. Every time I see someone coming I just see something about them that reminds me of why I am so reserved and so cautious. Things that normally no one would look at twice. Things like clown masks, gas masks, long range weapons with hunting scopes. Something about all of those things bring me back to evil times. Maybe I am just being cautious again. But do I really want to take that chance? Do I want to choose the wrong person and risk my life? When I’m not watching, I am listening. Sometimes hours will go by without someone running by. Good thing I have my handy dandy hand radio. I never knew these things had such a range on them. I didn’t even find this one till just a few months ago. Now I always have a stash of batteries just in case. When I first found this one I didn’t even turn it on for at least a week, and even then, I only left it on for a few minutes. I didn’t really know what I expected to here. It didn’t take long for me to pick someone up. The second time I turned it on there were two people talking back and worth. I don’t remember the conversation to well. I guess you could say it wasn’t stimulating enough. But soon I found my little radio to be sort of… a part of me. I could never be without it. Honestly, it has saved my life many of times. Its easy to avoid people if you know exactly where they are, and where they are going, and people broadcast that crap all the time. But the best part about having my little radio? The DRAMA!!! Its honestly like watching those afternoon soap operas on TV. Someone always hurt about this, someone always saying they are going to find someone ells and hurt them. Its honestly just one giant drama fest. And I live on crap like that. It’s easy to live without a TV, and to live on your own in the forest and the mountains when you have a life time supply of soap operas. Every time I turned my little radio on, there was always someone or something. Honestly, between my need to find Cat, and my need to find out who was going to hunt down who… this apocalypse thing ant to bad. But it’s not good either. Listening to people on the radio gives me little to go on. It never really tells me who someone truly is. I switch from one conversation to another. I listen for a few minutes then listen to someone ells. Trying to find out everything I can about everyone. It’s true, there are still those crazy people out there, and a lot of people who hold grudges. But I have found a few potentials. A few people I might want to search out. I have thought many times about broadcasting something myself, but… what do I say? Hey everyone… It’s Crazy Corwin!!! God that sounds like some Friday night family special on TV. But I need to find someone. I can’t make a choice based off of watching people run by me and listening to people on the radio. I think its honestly going to have to just come down to the next person that sounds decent on the radio! How ells am I going to choose? I figure I have maybe an 80% chance of it not going good… maybe 70%. … honestly … living in a post apocalyptic world with infected, crazies, and cannibals… I think those are pretty good fucking odds.
  13. Its time for me to show myself.

    Thank You. I'm working on my back story right now, so the next installment wont be for maybe a week.
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