*As Scott takes a drag of a cigarette while looking up at the starry night sky, he decides to address what's been gnawing at his conscience and send out a radio transmission. He depresses the PTT and begins to speak after blowing out a puff of smoke.* I guess this is a bit strange. But I'd just like to know if the man whom has nothing but his daughter and scars (both figuratively and literally) made it out of that decrepit barn in Stary Sobor with enough life to reach home. Things may have not been conventional, but your plight reminded me of how it felt to have something to come home to. Hell, if you can still even use your arms, feel free to respond. I'll be waiting. *After a short sigh, Scott decides to release his depression of the PTT and continue stargazing, and eventually nod off.*
This should be fun.
*Checking the frequencies by the campfire he made for the night, Scott catches this frequency and listens with a sense of curiosity and awe. After hearing the man's broadcast, he pushes down upon the PTT and begins to speak.* [align=left]And so the giant has toppled. This will indeed create waves all throughout the land, in the hearts of its unfortunate denizens. But, whether these waves be constructive or destructive is still left in flux. [align=left]For anyone who's ever studied or known about the natural system of hierarchy, you should be able to see that The Kingdom resigning is the equivalent of the top of the pyramid being cut off. What this also means is that a giant vacuum of power has been created. Power that will bring about mass bloodshed and conflict. [align=left]Dark days are coming for the land of Chernarus. Take heed, and grip your guns a little bit tighter next time you're walking through a town. You've all been warned. *Deciding that's all he's needed to say, Scott releases the PTT and continues his meditation by the campfire, M4 in arm's reach.*
Jack the Ripper? How so? I could tell you'd say that. Eminem has been through the shitter, we could all take a page from him. It makes me happy to see so many father figures being cited as inspiration. Apples never fall far from the tree, eh? Hell yeah, I love Bob Ross. He's the originator of ASMR. Tim And Eric Awesome Show Great Job was also a favorite of mine as well, it was so original. Forum users, I'm assuming? Hey, don't sweat it. It's kind of hard for them not to influence you, seeing as they're basically the reason you exist. Count yourself lucky to have known your grandfather man. No inspiration is odd as long as it serves its purpose of motivating you to be the person you'd truly like to be. Siblings are rare sources of inspiration, but when they are, they seem to have humongous impact. Glad to see you love your brothers so much The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of birth. Hell yeah.
We share inspiration then, my pops is a big part of my life as well. <3 Well, mine was a big part of my life. I'm sorry to hear that. Just keep him in your heart and he'll still be a part of your life. Our fathers are similar then, my dad would put the world on his shoulders for his family. I'm a bigger fan of Lao Tzu, but its nice to see you take inspiration from history, personal or otherwise. Solid choices, brother.
It's okay, maybe soon you'll find one. Inspiration can come at the strangest of times. If he's still alive, definitely make him feel appreciated. KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Dogs are the purest thing on this planet, I swear. We share inspiration then, my pops is a big part of my life as well. <3 Knowing you, I would have expected Nikola to be on that list lol. DayZRP? How so? And Top Gear is a favorite of mine as well. This was quite a bit of poetry. I agree with you though, a mother's love is irreplaceable if it exists in the first place. If you wrote these yourself, I've got to give you props.
Hey guys, I wanna know who's one of your biggest role models. Like who inspired you to be the person you are today. Or it could just be some of your favorite people. I just wanna know who's valued in your life. It interests me, seeing how big of an effect people can have on each other. Don't be shy!
*Hearing both the young woman's and the man's transmissions, Scott decides to throw his two cents into the mix.* [align=left]I think the girl's got it figured out. If she's got the brass to make these statements to people who seem to be an incredibly unsavory bunch, then she should also be aware of the ancient pecking order between the strong and the weak. Give her some credit, she's sticking up for those who can't do it themselves. *The transmission abruptly cuts to silence.*
*Picking up this frequency among the jumble of radio static, Scott decides to offer some insight to the poor soul. He pushes down upon the PTT and speaks into his radio* Hey Wilhelm. Sorry to tell you, but there aren't many UN left. Those 'siblings' you're looking for are all either half-decomposed carcasses or in deep hiding. I remember the UN back when things were much more.. stable. You guys always had your foot in someone's door, but your people meant well. But as they say, the road to Hell is littered with good intentions. Good luck with finding your old friends, Wilhelm. Hopefully you're still alive by then. *Deciding that's all he had to say, Scott releases the PTT and continues reading a gun manual he found along his travels*
*Feeling weary from his long journey across the forests of northern Chernarus, Scott takes a seat beside the campfire he made and decides to ponder on the concepts of causality, coincidence, and human nature. Seeking more insight into these topics, as well as a sense of company, Scott decides to send out an open transmission. He brushes off the dirt from his radio, and pushes down upon his PTT as he speaks into the device* Hello, denizens of Southern Zagoria. I bear a question of importance for you all. Why do you do the things you do? Beyond the natural premise of survival and well-being, is there a deeper force that compels you to do the things you do? A higher calling? Do you continue to live just to make the statement to the universe that you exist, or do you live for another reason entirely? No matter what group you may be with, or what reasons you may have, just tell me what fuels your actions. *Having already said what he needed to say, Scott releases the PTT and awaits patiently by the campfire, radio close and gun closer.*
Server and location: S2 EU, Stary Sobor. Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 7/29/2016, 03:13-03:14 Your in game name: Scott Padron Names of allies involved: None. Name of suspect/s: Logs will show Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): None. Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): None. Detailed description of the events: So, coming from Kabanino to Stary Sobor, I stumble upon random loot in the middle of the street. While taking a look at said loot, Me and this other guy whom was also looking through the loot are approached, without speech or greeting, by another guy in a hoodie with a double-barreled shotgun. While me and this other guy look through the loot, the suspect comes behind me, points his shotgun at me, and starts shouting "Put your hands up! Hands up, Hands up!" with no sort of initiation or roleplay beforehand. I tell him "What the hell is your problem?" and point my M4A1 back at him before he just shoots me and kills me. Please look into this, and make sure this guy gets banned for horrible RP and RDMing.