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  1. He was like this when I found him, Starshina... - Nikolai Noskov, 2020. @groovy toez
  2. Early Life and the Civil War Anton Vasin was born on the 28th of March, 1998 in Belozersk, Chernarus SSR. He lived a relatively simple life, growing up on the outskirts of the city with his family of two brothers and three sisters, him and his brothers starting work early on alongside school to support their parents. At the age of nineteen, Anton enlisted in the CDF for the benefits, working his way up to the rank of Desátník (Corporal) in his unit before the onset of the civil war in 2009. Anton saw combat in the South Zagorian theatre, taking part in several battles and skirmishes against ChDKZ forces. In his final action of the war, Anton was wounded by a sniper - barely rescued in time by his comrades to be medevac'd to a military hospital west of the South Zagorian border, north of Miroslavl. Anton spent the rest of the war in a hospital bed, recieving mixed reports of victory and loss for the state throughout his tenure at the hospital. News came in the form of defeat, however, and Anton was somewhat dismayed to hear of the Chernarussian state's defeat. He was discharged from the CDF, returning home amidst occupying troops. Life was never easy following the war for Anton, work was sparse, and the once bright young man was racked with vivid recollections of his combat experiences, being diagnosed by a civilian psychiatrist with PTSD a year and a half following the war's conclusion. Sochi, Russia Despite his Russian blood, Anton considered himself Chernarussian - the country he bled for was no more, and he would often find himself grieving for the fallen nation in the sanctum of his own home, surrounded by his family; one of his brothers having died in South Zagoria during the war. Life was complicated when he found a wife and had himself a daughter and a son over the next few years. Patriotism aside, Anton and his family were suffering under the new status quo, work being so sparse, Anton saw only one option - betrayal of his country. In 2015, Anton Vasin emigrated to the Russian Federation on historical blood ties - his people being the cossacks of the Kuban River, taking up residence in the city of Sochi. Anton enlisted in the Russian Army, not having much else in the line of work. Anton was quickly granted his old rank's equivalent of Mládshiy Serzhánt (Junior Sergeant), when the annexation process began, Anton was placed under the command of the newly formed 320th Motor Rifle Battalion - South Zagoria's new garrison. The ride into the province was a trip down memory lane for Anton, the same roads he had been transported on wearing another country's uniform several years before seeming all too familiar to the veterans in the bed of the truck, the trip being completed in reverent silence of how far they had fallen. Old battlefields were passed on the way to the Vybor airbase, memories of a nation lost being imbued in the minds of each and every man in the column of Russian military vehicles. Return to South Zagoria under a different flag Life was easy once more. He rose when the army told him, he slept when the army told him - he trained when the army told him, he rested when the army told him. Anton adapted to the routine the army once again provided him, waking up to Russian instead of Chernarussian seemed a small difference in the grander scheme of three meals a day and a place to sleep. He had worked himself up to the rank of Starshina (Sergeant First Class) by the time of the outbreak, his unit commander presenting him with several accolades for exemplary service in the quelling of several incidents of racial tension within his unit - in his own eyes, this made Anton a traitor to all he had stood for in his past life. When the outbreak hit, he was on base with his unit - having been attached to the first company on the Vybor airbase all those years before. In the initial chaos, Anton barely grabbed his equipment when the base was overrun - though this didn't stop him from trying to save Chernarussian lives. He made a last ditch effort to rally a number of the survivors in his barracks to make a final hold until evacuation - but it was in vain. When the regroup call came out over the battalion's communications, Anton struggled with the dilemma - desert, or pray his family would be at the regroup. Anton made the only choice he could - survive.
  3. *Dusan grips his radio, depressing the PTT.* "See you soon." *Dusan releases the PTT, clipping his handheld back to his chest rig.*
  4. Absolute pleasure, some of the best RP i've been part of in a while. Kudos for taking the pk and letting petrov go out like a man.
  5. I don't record. My POV is not needed, so I will not provide it unless explicitly asked.
  6. I don't know what to say to make you understand, and I don't know if I care enough to try to - but here's what I have to say. You don't know our group, or the people in it. You left a half-arsed snarky comment on a recently unarchived group thread with no prior interaction instead of leaving decent, legitimate feedback for the people in it to build off of. Instead of turning our group's thread into a forum for a regurgitated community discussion topic, why don't you just go ahead and make one of those - see if you can actually make a worthwhile argument that changes the formula of the hundred or so others that have been raised in the past few years. I'm not here trying to shit on you, mind you, i'm just stating the facts as they are laid out. Stop cluttering up our thread - if you meet us in game, have a legitimate roleplay interaction with us and feel like leaving feedback (positive or negative) is required, please leave it here. I will re-iterate once more, this is not a forum for you to post your ideas on how the server's group ecosystem is flawed. For what it's worth, I agree with some of your points on the OOC mentality of a lot of the roleplayers on this server, but this isn't the time nor the place my guy.
  7. Fascinating commentary on the current state of the lore, it's really appreciated by all here at Kameníci. I hope you keep at this righteous crusade, change the system from within type deal, and hope to god you enjoy a level of success greater than the other hundred and fifty people who have tried it before you. Anyway, man - thanks!
  8. Dusan Sousek POV: I just get done wrapping up with a hostage we had taken 10 or so minutes before, letting him go with a few lessons on what god does to people who preach heresies such as Islam. I start jogging over to @pijkaCZ when I spot a conga line of all black wearing men running down the road through a gap in the fence - it's at this point me and @pijkaCZ make our way into the swamps, running east for a while before doubling back and going west. During this time, we hear @groovy pips initiate conversation with the chasing party. "I'm putting my hands up" is soon heard, and as we know we can't fight them in the open due to their superior numbers, we work out their most likely route back north - which we correctly guess to be through Pavlovo and Zelenogorsk. We reach Pavlovo in the nick of time, setting up both on the road behind the barricades and the tree cover surrounding the road on either side, and, just as the truck crests the hill, I walk out into the middle of the road in the assumption that they had already passed us. I see the truck and hear the music they're playing over VOIP and jump back to my position. Maybe two seconds later, the shots start flying, and I sprint across the road to the opposite treeline where I flank the truck from the left side, firing blindly on the remaining fighter as @groovy clarence hits him from the other side. He's dead soon enough, and I forego getting closer to hold a perimeter around the immobile truck; assuming they'd have reinforcements on the way. Soon enough, one of them logs back in, shoots Ducky, and gets his comrades executed for it. It doesn't take long for us to wrap up after that, making our way off into the trees, waiting our timers and logging out cause it was late.
     June 20

    Where are you, you majestic beast of a man? 

  10. It's been too long old friend.


  11. Dusan Sousek POV: We were running around the area of GM to find people to interrogate about the camp there as we see a fire in angel compound, so we spread out and set up on it to watch it for a while. Eventually, we spot black armbands, who we know to be PAMYATI; our enemy. We give it a little more time and rush out from our positions to the compound, splitting up into 2 groups to cover both sides. Only California's group actually gets shooting, as me and PatZ found no-one. Once it's all clear apart from a few in the barn, I run up and re-initiate, but it wouldn't matter cause Mexi got the last kill there. We run up to the hostages and I once again re-initiate, getting them moving as fast as possible. We get maybe 200m out of the compound when we spot a horde of like 12 people crest the hill coming straight for us. Lo and behold, shots start flying, we start dying. The hostage hits the ground and I blow his brains out after taking shots from rescuers and most of my guys had died, and I start running off to the western treeline for cover. I set up on the hostages assuming they'd head up to talk to them or something, but don't see anything so I get moving. My game crashes as i'm running away and I guess I get killed.
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