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  1. Server and location: Server 4, Myshkino Military Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 25-07-2016 at about 05:00 Your in game name: Tony Agostino Names of allies involved: None, A man named Silas(?) I had met prior was also being held up. Name of suspect/s: Unknown Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): None Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): [video=youtube] SORRY ABOUT THE QUALITY Detailed description of the events: Prior to the event I ran into a man who wore mostly black, we chatted for a while, exchanged good conversation and a few items after a while and decided to look around for a new backpack for him, because his was big red and bulky, a real eyesore. We ran into each other again at the other side of the outpost, and continued to talk a little bit more. It was at this moment that I noticed someone was watching us from the east, on the hill, in the trees. I told (Silas?) not to look and act like we didn't see him, and I said that I'd check him out after we stopped the conversation. Before we could stop talking, another man who was dressed in mostly black came over and his entrance was quite literally "What's up dumbasses?" "What are you dumbasses doing?" Something of that nature, the word dumbasses was used and we were both kind of like what is this guy doing. This guy then proceeded to get in my face as close as the game would allow and just talk about how he was a cannibal and would love to eat me up and asking me if I was in a group, yada yada. I knew there was at least one contact in the woods to the east, so I said "My guys are wondering if that's your man in the woods to the east, they spotted him" something of that nature. He said he was alone, but I highly doubted that because he had no weapon out and was shit talking really really obnoxiously, trying to get a rise out of me. The fact he didn't have a weapon out and was trying to start something definitely made me assume he had someone with him because he felt safe enough that if I pulled my weapon on him he wouldn't worry. It also seemed that he was stalling as well. I never got his name however, I probably should've checked his pulse but I consider that to be poor RP. (No doubt he checked mine.) Whilst all of this was going on, Silas(?) was moving around a little bit, he moved behind me for some time so I even got suspicious about him because of his tactical placement, but I think in the end he was truly solo like myself. Eventually after a lot of this guy being a dick and me trying to play the nice guy, someone else walked up and Silas called him out. The man was moving around to the northwest side of the outpost, which put the cannibal in between me and him. We ignored the guy that snuck around and continued our odd conversation, but I tried to keep eyes out. Eventually the man that snuck around told us all to put our hands up, and after I tried negotiating for about 35 seconds before putting my hands up, I basically said "Hey look, I'm not going to do anything hostile, my hands aren't up yet, but I just want to see you before I put my hands up, it's a fair request." Then I got shot in the head, and after I was shot the guy said "You have three seconds to put your hands up" so much for that warning... And so here I am now, writing this report. I suspect that there were at least three men involved but that's just my gut feeling. Obviously there were definitely two, the speaker and the shooter. There is no doubt that this is pure GearRP and BadRP, if they actually wanted to carry out a legitimate RP session they wouldn't have shot me so quickly. I was simply negotiating as should be done in almost any realistic hostage situation. They just wanted my kit, the guy was far too eager to pull the trigger as I was no threat at that point. I was as much of a threat as I was prior to the incident unfolding. I was in the open and my weapon was lowered. He didn't even ask me to put my weapon away first or ease me into anything, it was just "Put your hands up" and then 30 seconds later after I tried to talk I was shot.
  2. This is Antonio, I request that I am removed from the standing list.
  3. [spoiler=face of determination] [spoiler=no cheesin](Can't forget the hair fam)
  4. Howdy, I got into DayZRP a few days ago and I'm really diggin' it. I guess I'll stay for a while. Might as well say a bit about myself. I play hella zombie games, they're my shit obviously. I run track, hurdles specifically, I'm like one of the best hurdlers in WNY, top ten in state easy(Sorry i flex too much my b). I listen to rap all over soundcloud, you know those dudes who send you messages on twitter "yo check out my fire mixtape on soundcloud" yeah those guys. Top three favorite artists gotta be $teven Cannon, Mick Jenkins, and Jace from Two-9. Top three favs y'all might actually know gotta be Joey Bada$$, Schoolboy Q, and Denzel Curry. I've roleplayed for a really long time, started back in garry'smod serious RP. STALKER is easily the best and most interesting environment to roleplay in just saying. That's all I got, I look forward to assimilating into the community yo.
  5. Thank you! I really appreciate the feedback. I'll probably do more if people actually enjoy reading it. Personally I'm not a big reader so I don't understand it but hey, it is what it is.
  6. A true story. (Just to set the tone, if you will.) [video=youtube] There would be no date upon a crumbled, stained piece of paper. Each letter of each word of each sentence would appear shaken, but carefully transcribed. A massacre. The morality of man dwindles like food and trust itself. At least eight peaceful travelers... Dead for no true cause. Killed by the hand of those worse than true evil. I barely knew any of these men, but they came together, put aside their safety to assist the function of a gathering. They put themselves in danger simply to coexist with others who share the same morals. A group of three men approach from the east. They looked ragtag, they had no sort of uniform, not even a nice getup. Civilian clothing and I could barely understand them. Dark skinned men, hard to understand, but their motives were not hard to understand, no. Their motives were clear from the start, they were there to stir up trouble; to desecrate our peaceful gathering. It started with them acting as if they were there with no motive, just some more passing scavengers, there to loot like the rest of us. Except their attitude was different, they seemed to want nothing to do with the rest of us. It was only about three minutes before they came to me and started asking: "Where is your leader?". It sounded like something an alien from a 1930's horror film would say. But these were no aliens, it is not 1930, and this is no film... This is real life, sadly. They were demanding for our 'leader'. As if a group of ragtag individuals had an organized leader... A group of lost souls trying to find a place that they could feel safe, for just a small moment in this nick of time. A group of insignificant nobodies in a world that has no care for the weak or the kind. The men continued to get more and more hostile. I am no fool though, I will bow to no man, especially not in this world. Do not take my kindness for weakness by any means. Eventually it came to the point where the men who were with us stood their ground; WE stood our ground. We came together in a time of crisis and tried to work together to show sad men the power of unity. But unity and hope does not stop bullets. The situation escalated even more, one of my closer friends in the group raised his rifle to the man and demanded that he leave. He demanded that the nonsense be stopped. Threats were thrown at us, claiming we know nothing of the danger that we create for ourselves. They claimed they had men stationed all over, watching us. I called his bluff, but responded anyways. I told him I knew he had men stationed outside in the trees, and so did I. Our men were even behind theirs, ready to strike at the drop of a pin. This was a war waiting to happen, right versus wrong, and I was glad to be on the right side. The truth is... His bluff was no bluff, and my promises were nothing but a bluff. I circled around behind the men as my men argued with them openly. I took up a good position to prepare for a fight, as I knew it was going down and we were obviously outnumbered, my bluff was not working. The first shot rang out, one of his men dead. A 7.62 round out of a kalashnikov opened a portal to hell in his skull. Immediately after, before I could even register what happened, someone with a rifle was spraying into the crowd from the east, in the woods. I reacted quickly, shouldering my shorty AK, and unloading thirty-one rounds at the man in the woods, suppressing. I turned and ran for cover as soon as possible, diving onto my stomach underneath a bush, reloading my magazine with a fresh one. I was ready to die, but not without taking someone out with me. At this point I looked back to the crowd, two men had turned against us and everyone on my side was dead... Even my friends who I just met a day ago. And I thought we'd go far together, we functioned great as a team, we just worked. I was alone, alone in a sea of blood. The remaining enemies surrounded me as I lie in a grove of bushes, but it appeared they were still unsure of my position. Thank god for this suppressor. As the idiots stumbled around looking for me, I raised to a crouching position and looked in the woods to the west, there were two men in trees, looking for me. I shouldered my rifle once again, and took two aimed shots at both of their chests, snapping from one to the next. I then held down the trigger and controlled the spray into the wooded area around them. Immediately after I hit the deck and manually reloaded my magazines as fast as humanly possible. It was at this moment that I lost all hope. I looked back to the woods to see how effective I was on target, when a group, near squadron size, emerged from the woods. Their formation was laughable, but their numbers were not. They were charging straight for me, and I shouldered my rifle for the third time, as I laid there, accepting my fate. I could hear only three things: my heartbeat like a drum, my ears ringing from all the gunfire, and the vibrations of at least sixteen individual feet rolling past my head. As I lay motionless in the grass, the men sprint right past me. They spread out throughout the compound, tent by tent, trying to find me. It must be my imagination, I'm already dead, this isn't happening. I wait for what felt like an hour, when in reality was only about thirty seconds. I stand up, toss my weapon on its sling to my back, and charge for the next closest cover to the north. I sprint from cover to cover, gasping for breath as I run. My god I've never run so fast in my life. My god.. I've never been so scared in my life... I made it. I'm outside of the compound when I hear more gunfire, directed at my position. I don't look back, I don't think, I just run. I run into the woods and just keep running. I sprinted for five minutes, my legs never gave nor did my will to live. I made it. I was somewhere in the woods I've never seen before, but that didn't matter, what matters is that I'm alive, and even unscathed. I didn't even take a hit, and I don't know how many men I killed in the process. I made it.