Status Updates posted by Dino
Kringsatt av fiender, gå inn i din tid! Under en blodig storm – vi deg til strid!
Kanskje du spør i angst, udekket, åpen: hva skal jeg kjempe med, hva er mitt våpen?
Her er ditt vern mot vold, her er ditt sverd: troen på livet vårt, menneskets verd.
For all vår fremtids skyld, søk det og dyrk det, dø om du må – men: øk det og styrk det!
Stilt går granatenes glidende bånd. Stans deres drift mot død, stans dem med ånd!
Krig er forakt for liv. Fred er å skape. Kast dine krefter inn: døden skal tape!
Elsk – og berik med drøm – alt stort som var! Gå mot det ukjente, fravrist det svar.
Ubygde kraftverker, ukjente stjerner – skap dem, med skånet livs dristige hjerner!
Edelt er mennesket, jorden er rik! Finnes her nød og sult, skyldes det svik.
Knus det! I livets navn skal urett falle. Solskinn og brød og ånd eies av alle.
Da synker våpnene maktesløs ned! Skaper vi menneskeverd, skaper vi fred.
Den som med høyre arm bærer en byrde, dyr og umistelig, kan ikke myrde.
Dette er løftet vårt fra bror til bror: vi vil bli gode mot menskenes jord.
Vi vil ta vare på skjønnheten, varmen – som om vi bar et barn varsomt på armen!
– Nordahl Grieg
(translation is more direct rather than phoetic)
Surrounded by enemies
go into your time!
Within a bloody storm -
devote yourself to fight
Maybe you ask in fear
with what shall I fight with,
what is my weapon?
Here is your defense against violence,
here is your sword:
the belief in our life,
the worth of mankind
For all our future's sake,
seek it and cultivate it,
die if you must - but:
increase and strengthen it!
Then the weapons sink
powerless to the ground!
By creating human worth,
we create peace.
Those who with their right arm
carry a burden,
precious and inalienable,
This is our promise,
from brother to brother:
We will be good towards
We will take care of
the beauty, the warmth
as if we carried a child
carefully in our arms!
When people really want to play
A short story by Dino
*His eyes would open up slowly, he dosed off again in his chair. He hits himself in the head multiple times saying ''Stupid, stupid'' he knew that they were going to be angry, he feel asleep and got kicked off the server after the restart when he was supposed to play all night, they'll be angry when they see that he's missing several hours of his playtime, he knew he would be punished.
He rubs his eyes trying to wake up more, he looks towards his watch on his wrist to see the time.*
''100 days it has been'' *He said to himself* ''I've been here for 100 days, and to believe that this was supposed to be a simple repair job. Why did I've to make small talk? I saw the DayZRP icon in his toolbar and asked if he played on the server. ''Yes'' he said, of course he had to say yes.''
''I showed him my profile, my character and we continued to talk about our experiences while I shut his computer off to have a look at the connections''
''He said ''Excuse me for a moment while I check on something, you just continue your work'' ''Alright'' I said while I looked at the connections in his computer with my flashlight. His computer was in the basement and the lights where quite dim and there were no windows, still aren't any windows and the lights have been completely off for a while now, I only have the light from the monitor now.''
*He pauses for a moment, rubbing the back of his head, the bump that was there was gone now, but his head still hurt. He was unsure if it was from the hit or having to look at a monitor for so long.*
''The 2nd man I greeted when he came inside the house came walking down the stairs, he was holding something behind his back, but I didn't pay attention to it. I regret not doing so.''
As he was coming I greeted him again. ''Hello'' he said in a quiet and calm voice, he came up behind me and that's when I stopped working on the computer for a moment, looked towards him when I saw the baseball bat already in full swing towards my head. Things went dark after that.''
*He sits himself upright, logging back to the server. The game crashes ''Typical'' he says. He force closes the game and starts it back up, getting into the server this time and starts mindlessly running around*
*He starts reminiscing about how it was compared to now*
''I haven't had a shower while I've been here, there isn't one. I used to keep myself clean with the sink that I've, but I gave up after a point. The guys don't come down here and I'm all by myself so what's the point?''
''They put the food at the staircase by the door, they don't come and speak nor do anything else towards me unless I haven't done what I'm supposed to. Learned from my mistakes quickly back then.''
''I'm not even sure what they're feeding me, it's some sort of gray paste without much flavor or smell, but it fills up my stomach so I can't complain much I guess. I've gotten used to it.''
*He stares at the monitor with a blank stare, just holding down W and SHIFT as his character just runs along the northern highway. He had been thinking why these people were forcing him to this, why were they forcing him to play on this server constantly, day in and day out.*
*His guess was that they needed someone online at all times to make it seem like people were constantly playing, that there were no pause in the role play that was happening on the server. He shrugged as he was thinking about these things while still playing the game.*
*He had been wondering if it was possible to escape, but this basement didn't have much. A small desk with a computer and a terrible chair. A mattress, not even a proper bed. There was a small bathroom with a toilet and a sink, but nothing that somebody would brag about. There were no windows, no vents big enough to crawl through. All that was around him was brick walls and the staircase leading up to a closed door.*
*At this point he had accepted his fate, it has been so long now that he no longer has any hope to be rescued...*
*A large noise was heard, his head span around towards the door. He got curious and slowly begun walking up the staircase, putting his ear against the locked door.*
*He would hear again, he pressed his ear harder against the door, trying to hear something.*
*He waited and waited, but nothing. Nothing could be heard, nothing. He hadn't spoken to another person in person since he arrived here*
*He walked down the staircase, not caring if they heard him and sat down in the chair again. He lets out a big sigh before saying ''fuck'' quietly as he goes back to playing the game again, his eyes being halfway closed from exhaustion. He no longer believed that he would ever leave this place and he would be forever stuck playing a game that was more broken than himself*
''Day 100'' *He said quietly while a small tear would fall down his cheek*