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Ke Ke

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  • Birthday 06/10/1997

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  1. Ke Ke

    *waves*

    Welcome back. Nice to see familiar faces coming back around
  2. Ke Ke

    [Open Broadcast]

    * Oto would listen to the frequency as he warmed his feet next to the fire. He'd grab his radio and speak into it * " Here we go again with big penis fight between little mans with little penis. Meet face to face like big man or shut up. You act... * He'd pause, looking back towards Takov and speaking in Russian * Dah, edgy! Like teenage emo looking for attention. Go be cry baby elsewhere. " * He'd let go of the radio *
  3. Ke Ke

    Transmittng Radio Chat through In-Game chat

    I think OP is suggesting hotmic-ing, not actually posting in the radio forums.
  4. Ke Ke

    Bring Teamspeak Back

    And what happens when a DayZRP Staff member bans someone and they want to appeal it? They cannot appeal it here & then it comes at the discretion of the owners of said Teamspeak. You're suggesting we take somewhere that is not DayZRP Official, but run it as if it is? That sounds like trouble and drama waiting to happen. That's nothing personal towards anyone in the Saviors either. Just as if what if the staff bans someone who's part of the Saviors and then the owners unban their fellow group member? See what I mean.
  5. Ke Ke

    Bring Teamspeak Back

    Since when is posting my opinion considered "complaining"? Don't come into a suggestions thread and start calling people's opinions complaining. I voiced my opinion on a subject with no bias what so ever. Moody and I are cool, as am I with most members of this community in my tenure here. What I voiced is based on previous experience, where even when we had the DayZRP TS, there were other TSs being created by members of this community. We would attempt using those TSs due to the mass amount of meta-gaming going on by members inside the DayZRP TS, but things would happen IC'ly and OOC'ly and members who had no participation in the events, but were connected to said the group, were removed from the TS. And let's not begin on the argument of "it's not an official DayZRP TS so why should what happens there affect me here?". Stop dismissing valid arguments from previous experiences as complaining. Someone not wanting to use the Savior's TS literally brings no problems towards you, the Saviors, or that TS. The "solution" you're referring to is open for literally every person here. The solution suggested was for an OFFICIAL DayZRP TS. It's a suggestion to bring it back.
  6. Ke Ke

    Bring Teamspeak Back

    -1. That can lead to a load of problems, i.e. people being removed due to OOC reasons. Just bring back DayZRP TS.
  7. Ke Ke

    Traveling Trader Based Out of Kabinino

    * Oto peers into his backpack, looking for items to trade. He speaks into his radio * " I am in search of Kalashnikov. For good kalashnikov I pay good price. " * He let's go of the radio *
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    United Nations Contact Broadcast!

    * Oto widens his eyes in surprise to the response. he'd pick up his radio and speak into it * " You say want to help great country of Chernarus? Where is food supply coming from? I see no handing out of fruits or vegetables, only canned goods you steal from home of Chernarussians! I tell you, comrade, you have big balls to say you want to help de people of Chernarus as you steal from our homes. You want Chernarussian people to believe you do good? Build a refuge that is safe and has fresh grown food. Otherwise I find big, fat blueberries on road and feed them to infected! " * He'd let go of the radio *
  9. Ke Ke

    United Nations Contact Broadcast!

    * Oto speaks into the radio * You have already come and go once, dah? You start off good den turn bad. No trust for big, fat blueberries. * He'd pause, putting his hat back on * You have big tarnished reputation, probably you follow in same tracks. * He'd let go of the frequency *
  10. Ke Ke

    Construction [Open Frequency]

    * Oto speaks into the radio * " I hear Johnson man do good work for good price " * He'd let go of the radio *
  11. Ke Ke

    A way out [OPEN FREQ.]

    " Ah, voice of moody man is heard.. Less talk of lies. Savior people say good people but steal Kalashnikov for cause.. tricky tricky moody man. "
  12. Ke Ke

    A way out [OPEN FREQ.]

    * Oto would speak into the radio * It make no sense. Saviors rather civilians be hurt for moody man than turn him in. District people rather hurt civilians than get moody man themselves. Civilians caught in middle for, as american pigs say, baby mother drama? * He'd let go of the radio *
  13. Ke Ke

    Eddie Malone Radio Broadcast

    * Oto hears the broadcast, stirring from his snooze * How know Savior numbers if take cover, huh? Naughty naughty reporter. Propaganda... * He'd slip a cig between his lips * умереть американские свиньи! Chernarus no place for lit-tle pigs! * He'd let go of the radio *
  14. “ .. and as for what will become of you, that mystery remains unsolved “ What would come of grasping everything you desired by simply stepping outside the borders of normality? Riches… Drugs… Women... Safety? Seemingly all things are connected by the simple desire that another has what one desires. What better way to acquire it than by.. taking it? How long could one survive with such a mindset? Would limits exist for how high one could climb? _________________ In the beginning, they were helpful. The UN.. helping give out food and water and providing protection from the dead for those who couldn’t protect themselves… But we watched as their mannerisms changed. Chernarussian survivors grew restless, there wasn’t enough food for everyone to go around. The only ones able to properly protect themselves refused to send units to scavenge more food or have someone drop off supplies. Word got out quick that some of the last, readily available supplies was being stored in Kabanino. People of all origins made way - Americans, the French, the British.. Yet we, residents of the land, were turned away first.. We grew tired.. we grew hungry.. we needed help, rather we get it from them or do what was necessary to help ourselves.. As the days added up, as did the casualties.. Survivors attempted scavenging food from nearby cities only to fall victim to the hoards of dead roaming around. UN members were backing themselves into their own walls, threatening anyone who was to come near. We had had enough. In the nighttime, we snuck into the barn where their members were sleeping. Quietly, we picked up as many rifles and pistols we could find, and snuck back outside. At daybreak, we met them at their wall, armed to teeth. By sundown, we had enough supplies to survive another week. By the end of the week, everything had disappeared. The other survivors, gone.. The UN, gone… and almost any hope of survival, well.. gone. There was no choice but to move to a new city and take survival into our own hands. Yet one thing stuck with us; the memory of the UN turning their back on us. __________________ After a few weeks of the same routine, we grew tired of struggling. Myself, Teodore, and James had banded together once everyone split at Kabanino, but tensions grew even between us. Seemingly everyone we came across had what we wanted.. what we needed.. Our clothes had become tattered, our shoes were worn out, and our supplies were severely low. We made the decision anyone would have made in times of desperation - steal from someone else. One by one, we’d pick off stragglers. We’d wake up at the apartment and go our separate way sometimes, and return with as much supplies as possible. Before long, our apartment began looking like a trap house with all the rifles we had propped up against the wall. Although we had the rifles, we lacked the ammunition. I offered to spend the day at the NorthWestern Airfield in search of ammunition rather than picking off another destined for death survivor. Around noon, I sat down to have a can of bacon atop the ATC tower. Before I could take my first bite, I heard yelling from below, telling me to keep my hands high or I’d lose them. I came down the stairs with my backpack and asked what the issue was, but then I noticed the ringleader - an individual I had previously picked clean of anything valuable. His name was Alfie Indleson, and he cut me one clear deal: Kill James and Teodore, or kill myself, otherwise they would. He gave me twenty-four hours, and to be back in the same location should the job be completed. ________________________ Back at the apartment, I sat on the sofa and loaded every magazine I could. I tried and tried to figure out a way out of this. It was my life.. I mean.. Shit.. Before long, James and Teodore walked through the door with smiles across their face. They found a group of guys and girls getting water nearby and took all their things, threatening to end their lives should they be seen near the city again. I chuckled, trying hard not to show the fear I was feeling. I struck up a conversation about my findings for the day and suggested sneaking into a new base I claimed to find in the middle of the night. We prepped with kalashnikovs and pistols silenced with duct taped water bottles, a few shots of vodka, and a large dinner of beans and steak. By sundown, we were preparing to head West. It had started raining pretty heavily, but to James and Teodore, it was an ideal time to strike. My time was running out if I was going to make a move, so I agreed and we headed out. Outside of Lopatino, we stopped amongst the trees to search for any lights in town. Teodore and James began moving forward before I could speak up about my situation, so I pulled my pistol out and told them to stop and don’t reach for anything. They turned around in shock. “ Are you serious, Oto? “ “ Yeah dude what the hell, we’ve been through hell and back! “ I stared for a moment, distraught with the idea I’d really do this. “ I don’t want. Just want life. Please forgive. “ I fired a round in Teodore’s leg, then into James’ leg. The make-shift silencer wasn’t enough to keep the dead from hearing the shots. They swarmed in, going straight for Teodore and James. I ran back to the apartment as gunshots rang out from behind me. I locked the door and hid the supplies under the wooden panels. I dozed off a few times, but couldn’t find any solid sleep. By sunrise, I was afraid to know what had happened to them. ___________________ I made my way back towards the location that I shot them. Their bodies lie mauled amongst the grass. I stood over them as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I reached down, removing the chain from Teodore’s neck and clipping it around mine. For a brief moment, I was upset. But I had no real… no deep… connection with them. I was… OK. I chuckled as I searched for the direction of the airfield and headed there. “ Live. I live by doing what I must. Forgive me. “ E N J O Y S _______________ Drinking / Smoking / Stealing / Women / Hoarding Supplies / D I S L I K E S _______________ Americans / UN / The Rich and Flaunty / Selfish People Who Won't Share / Vegetables / F E A T U R E S __________________ Silver Chain Around Neck /
  15. Ke Ke

    Bila Ruka PD

    Actually interested in this. +1 from me, goodluck
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