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King of the Castle - Lopatino (Melee only - OOC Event)
TODAY - 2018-02-20 00:00:00 (server time) - Starts in 17 hours, 41 minutes



"Fairness is overated"

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  1. Computer giveaway

    *Puts name in jar*
  2. Goodbye My Friends

    Best of luck my friend. I hope you can figure everything out for ya self. will never forget ARMA nights.
  3. After the fight, Someone on our team-speak said that we had been given permission to log, so I took it and did so. If It wasn't given then I suppose that's some miscommunication on our end.
  4. I was on a hill for the majority of the fight, The point at which i wasn't, I was not near Anouk. As i said earlier, the only association I have with this report is that someone got shot by me afterwards, so I'm kinda clueless on what the hell happened.
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  6. Joseph Ryder PoV: So basically we have this fight that stretches from Stary to Kab. Lots of dead people. I ran around a ton. I honestly have no clue what this is about as all my focus was on the firefight taking place. Sorry but I don't have much to contribute.
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    1. Doom

      No hard feelings bud? You must understand there was some pent up beef there.

    2. Pepe Jones

      Pepe Jones

      I mean I suck at fist fighting so you would have won anyway.

    3. Doom

      Perhaps, but big black david mack decided to leg me early in the fight so i was pretty fucked

  7. Sorry @Rolle, I realize the situational awareness there was quite poor. It was in no relation to your past posts. My B
  8. Joseph Ryder

    My father was an american veteran and my mother was a native German who was a retired political leader. We presided in the back forests around Berlin. Since the day I was born my father tried to drill into me the arts of combat and survival but I was never really good past a few punches and kicks. My mother however was a skilled manipulator who, thanks to her experience in government, could talk her way around anything or anyone. That is was I liked to learn. by age 12 I was swindling locals out of money and gaining cheap favors. My father always resented my refusal to learn combat, but the day came upon me when I shared his resentment and regret. I never knew what my parents did for a living and they never gave me hints towards it. Up to this day I still don't know what they did for a "living." One cliche of a dark and stormy night our house was broken into. most of it’s a blur, all but a few moments of pinpoint clarity. I heard a lot of scuffling and yelling, then all of a sudden two gunshots. One followed by screaming and crying, the other by a thud and dead silence. Moments later my room was busted into and I was knocked out. I didn't put up a fight and if I had done something maybe my parents would still be alive. Nonetheless I was taken. A trophy, a living plaque. I was their collected debt as far as I could see. Over many years, these savages forced me into mindless labor and running stupid errands for them. The older I got the angrier and more resentful I got. Eventually I was moved up in this organization. They thought I could be trusted and somehow told themselves that I had forgotten what they had done. Nonetheless I took the opportunity and ran with it. It must have been 10 years I worked with these savages. Over that time I learned what they did. These people were hit-men of sorts, hired by the most vile scum in the German government. I'd be wrong to say I was surprised, however I saw this as a great opportunity for revenge. I began to meet with these special parties and befriended a particularly high up client. After working with him for a year I collected enough Intel to publicly bring down my former institution. I did so without remorse. This got me some attention. The man whom I had been collecting from saw me for good understudy. Someone younger and able to do more discreet actions, so with this he took me under his wing. After 3 years of honing my skills learned from my mother and new techniques picked up traveling with my mentor, I was ready for some field work. My first assignment was to grab a packet of Intel regarding Russian counter intelligence from a Czech operative, as well as escort him to safety. He was defecting and due to rising tension in the EU, we were unable to get the information ourselves. He request we met in Chernarus due to the ease of travel for him, so I set out on a plane over the country. Once there I was informed of rising tention in the area. I thought nothing of it at the time. I slowly made my way to the designated meeting spot, and from there I sat waiting. Hours after hours and no one came. I assumed the worst and headed back for transport out of the country. I was stopped due to an apparent quarantine of the area. Despite my deep connections, there was nothing I could do to get our of the country. Since then I've been waiting for contact from my CO and doing my best to survive.