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CaosAndEffects

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  1. CaosAndEffects

    To Josef Masenik and Vania

    Ace listens to the radio quietly his face under his mask white as a ghost but his soul white hot with rage. Red did what he had to do to protect the people he cared about, the people he loved, and the people he called family which in my mind was very few. He was a fearless man with no more than all of our utmost respect. Let the man have his wishes, let his last words be honored in the way he honored us all. Do him that act of kindness. Ace lets go of his PTT and looks into the fire he had made and grits his teeth.
  2. Can you beat the clock as the time ticks away, running from place to place with strange messages on your radio, Can you survive the tireless journey towards the Runners final destination, Can you use your head, intuition and mapping skills to track down those who do not stop? Lets hope so. The runners are looking for more NA members to make up for the time gap between people who are asleep and awake, however it is not easy to find your way down the Runners Trail but if you think you are up for the task message me and let the games begin. ~Ace
  3. @coolman23 and his men approached me whilst I was searching the police station outside of Sverograd, they did not know it was me at first and began their sales pitch. They tried to sell me 187 KG of weed, this in its own right confused and intrigued me. Seeing as I did not have anything to trade they invited me to follow them in orders to help them sell weed, in which I obliged. We however, did not find anyone but had several wonderful interactions and beautiful immersion so thank you coolman and your men for the wonderful RP.
  4. So I think i will chime in here, after you told me my radio was too loud I muted my discord chat because it was going off. The player in the cross-hair is a campfire player as far as I can tell and had never been in a situation that has erupted so fast as it did then so she panicked and shot the hostage, of course she was wrong by shooting him but she did panic. My POV was I starting firing at one of Dr. Punctures men and then the hostage died in front of me, I was too occupied to care so thats all I saw. In my eyes though it was a panic'ed mistake.
  5. Server and location: S1 radio tower outside of Krasnostav Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 2019-09-07, 06:50 Your in game name: Brandon Orions Names of allies involved: @Pepper Name of suspect/s: Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): He did grief the vehicle that belonged to my friend by stripping it clean after an encounter with him earlier. Additional evidence? (video/screenshot):
  6. @Pepper You were wonderful! I honestly think you have been my favorite patient because of how in depth we got with your character! Keep up the good work!
  7. My POV: I was searching the airfield when in my radio I heard my mates confused as someone had just shot one of my friends, John. I ran back as soon as I could which took me about 10-12 minuets as I was in the tents area of NWAF but by that time most of my guys has been either killed or scattered. I grabbed my gun but never got a chance to use it because me and the last two got killed soon after.
  8. Your in game name: Brandon Orions Names of allies involved: @Zillysaur Name of suspect/s: N/A Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): N/A Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): Detailed description of the events: I was running through the airfield tents and were about to leave the tents and someone had placed a landmine and I stepped on it.
  9. Hey guys! I dont know who robbed my by comince or (however you spell it) but thanks for the quality RP and for understanding I wasnt the one who got in your base haha, also note that tieing someone up might not be the best thing to do purely for the reason that happened to me! All the same I hope we meet again under different circumstances. -Ace
  10. Guys what has happened to the servers? They used to be so vibrant now they are dead. I just got back from Army training and it has all gone to hell. What happened?
  11. CaosAndEffects

    Are you okay!? [Private Freq.]

    With a heavy sigh and a half smile I drag myself up the tree and wince. Slowly, but surely, I move towards Grishino. "On my way." I chirp into the radio.
  12. CaosAndEffects

    Are you okay!? [Private Freq.]

    I feel my head as a small trickle of blood runs down my neck. I hear my radio buzz to life with Quinns message. I smile a bit to myself and squeeze the transmitting button. " Of course. Name a time and a place." I say with a pale face as I let go of the button and slump down by a tree.
  13. IGN: Brandon Orions Age: 19 Country: Britain English skills: Speaks fluent English. DayZ Mod Experience: N/A DayZ Standalone Experience: I have had DayZ for maybe 2 or 3 years now. I always played PvP until i discovered RP and have been playing that ever since. Roleplaying Experience: I have been role-playing in many thing from Facebook groups, to DayZ, to LARP. What kind of In Game role best describes you: Sniper/recon. Have you been in any clan/group previously: I have been in several groups before but they have all either died out or literally all died out. Additional notes: I am easy to get along with. I am either talkative or very quiet and like to run in the background of things. Best way to contact you: You can message me here, i check this mail frequently. Backstory: (Sorry for the length) Backstory: Brandon Orions lived in Lynchburg Virginia and grew up in a small outskirts house. He had very little to do in his little hometown, it simply had a gun range and a bowling ally that had been out of business for several years. This left the gun range. During school he was quiet but out of school he was a outgoing adventurous kid. At age 6 he got his first gun, the gun that sparked his life forever. The simple Red Rider BB gun that his father gave him would pave the way to a life in the marksman field. At age 10 he was already shooting a .30-06 competitively for his school. Over time the schools rank doubled in rank for sharpshooting because of Brandon. One day after he just got finished at the range a man pulled him aside, he was a recruiter for the national marksman team. Brandon of course accepted and aced the tryouts and was soon on his way to glory. For his sixteenth birthday he was told that he was accepted into the national gold championship for the art of sharpshooting. The championship was to be held in a place called Chernarus. Within the next week Brandon was on a plane headed for Chernarus. The plane touched down and the smell of crisp Russian air filled his lungs as he stepped off the plane onto the runway. Within a few hours they had rented a car and gotten checked in at the hotel they were assigned. The tournament was in a few days so Brandon decided to get some rest since the jet lag was taking its tole on him and his parents.----- It was late at night when Brandon heard it first. A faint scream in the distance, a soft moan of a helpless child. Was it in Brandon's dream? Was it the leaky faucet again? Brandon ignored it and went back to sleep. Just before he drifted back into his own dreamland an explosion that shook the very foundations of his hotel rattled him awake, heart racing. He gasped for air as he had a slight asthma problem and turned on his bedside lamp. He fought for consciousness as he slipped out of bed and grabbed his gun kit assembling his gun as fast as he could in fear of the worst. Was it terrorist? Thugs? Rioters? He did not care, he was ready. Down the stairs came the sudden sharp sound of breaking glass. Brandon slowly opened his door and crept down the stairs of the small hotel building they were in. As he reached the bottom floor he saw that the door to his room was wide open and the glass sliding door to the back part of the complex had been smashed from the inside. He drew back the bolt on his gun and loaded a single bullet into it as he slowly approached the sliding door. His footsteps were carefully placed in order to not alert any intruder that may still be in the room. As he danced around the broken shards of glass that happen to have landed inside he heard a muffled gurgling noise coming from the back of the complex. He could not risk calling out to his parents so he approached the noise on his own. He slowly stepped through the broken door and triggered the motion light installed in the building. All of a sudden a blinding light pierced the night and Brandon's hands instinctively were thrown into his face to avoid the light. As his eyes adjusted his whole world went silent as he saw a small thin frame of a woman tearing into his father's lifeless body, broken and bloody on the ground. The woman hunched over Brandon's father reached her hands into his chest and pulled out bits of flesh and meat and shoved them into her mouth as quickly as she could. Brandon could not move, he could not call out for help even though the words were there, he could only watch in horror as this woman took chunk after chunk out of his father. He stumbled backwards stepping on a piece of the broken glass crunching it under his foot. The woman stiffened up and snapped her head in the direction of the noise. In his horror Brandon's mother's cold, dead eyes stared deep into his soul. He stumbled backwards once more and tripped over the doorway step up and fell backwards holding tightly to his weapon. The woman's contorted, blood covered body snapped to all fours and slowly crawled towards Brandon, still with a chunk of flesh hanging from her mouth. Brandon choked out a few words but the woman remained her steady pace at Brandon with nothing but hunger in her eyes. Brandon regained his balance and backed up into the corner of the hotel room keeping his eyes on his mother, tears streaming down his face. He tried pleading with her but to no avail, she grew closer and closer and finally pounced on her awaiting prey. Brandon grit his teeth together and closed his eyes. The sonic boom of the round as it came out of his gun was a sound that would never be unheard, the smell of the power from the residue of the round would tinge his nose forever, the flash of the gun in the darkness would haunt him every time he closed his eyes, and the sight of his mother and father's lifeless body, one eaten, one missing part of their head, would be something he would never forget.
  14. Backstory: Brandon Orions lived in Lynchburg Virginia and grew up in a small outskirts house. He had very little to do in his little hometown, it simply had a gun range and a bowling ally that had been out of business for several years. This left the gun range. During school he was quiet but out of school he was a outgoing adventurous kid. At age 6 he got his first gun, the gun that sparked his life forever. The simple Red Rider BB gun that his father gave him would pave the way to a life in the marksman field. At age 10 he was already shooting a .30-06 competitively for his school. Over time the schools rank doubled in rank for sharpshooting because of Brandon. One day after he just got finished at the range a man pulled him aside, he was a recruiter for the national marksman team. Brandon of course accepted and aced the tryouts and was soon on his way to glory. For his sixteenth birthday he was told that he was accepted into the national gold championship for the art of sharpshooting. The championship was to be held in a place called Chernarus. Within the next week Brandon was on a plane headed for Chernarus. The plane touched down and the smell of crisp Russian air filled his lungs as he stepped off the plane onto the runway. Within a few hours they had rented a car and gotten checked in at the hotel they were assigned. The tournament was in a few days so Brandon decided to get some rest since the jet lag was taking its tole on him and his parents.----- It was late at night when Brandon heard it first. A faint scream in the distance, a soft moan of a helpless child. Was it in Brandon's dream? Was it the leaky faucet again? Brandon ignored it and went back to sleep. Just before he drifted back into his own dreamland an explosion that shook the very foundations of his hotel rattled him awake, heart racing. He gasped for air as he had a slight asthma problem and turned on his bedside lamp. He fought for consciousness as he slipped out of bed and grabbed his gun kit assembling his gun as fast as he could in fear of the worst. Was it terrorist? Thugs? Rioters? He did not care, he was ready. Down the stairs came the sudden sharp sound of breaking glass. Brandon slowly opened his door and crept down the stairs of the small hotel building they were in. As he reached the bottom floor he saw that the door to his room was wide open and the glass sliding door to the back part of the complex had been smashed from the inside. He drew back the bolt on his gun and loaded a single bullet into it as he slowly approached the sliding door. His footsteps were carefully placed in order to not alert any intruder that may still be in the room. As he danced around the broken shards of glass that happen to have landed inside he heard a muffled gurgling noise coming from the back of the complex. He could not risk calling out to his parents so he approached the noise on his own. He slowly stepped through the broken door and triggered the motion light installed in the building. All of a sudden a blinding light pierced the night and Brandon's hands instinctively were thrown into his face to avoid the light. As his eyes adjusted his whole world went silent as he saw a small thin frame of a woman tearing into his father's lifeless body, broken and bloody on the ground. The woman hunched over Brandon's father reached her hands into his chest and pulled out bits of flesh and meat and shoved them into her mouth as quickly as she could. Brandon could not move, he could not call out for help even though the words were there, he could only watch in horror as this woman took chunk after chunk out of his father. He stumbled backwards stepping on a piece of the broken glass crunching it under his foot. The woman stiffened up and snapped her head in the direction of the noise. In his horror Brandon's mother's cold, dead eyes stared deep into his soul. He stumbled backwards once more and tripped over the doorway step up and fell backwards holding tightly to his weapon. The woman's contorted, blood covered body snapped to all fours and slowly crawled towards Brandon, still with a chunk of flesh hanging from her mouth. Brandon choked out a few words but the woman remained her steady pace at Brandon with nothing but hunger in her eyes. Brandon regained his balance and backed up into the corner of the hotel room keeping his eyes on his mother, tears streaming down his face. He tried pleading with her but to no avail, she grew closer and closer and finally pounced on her awaiting prey. Brandon grit his teeth together and closed his eyes. The sonic boom of the round as it came out of his gun was a sound that would never be unheard, the smell of the power from the residue of the round would tinge his nose forever, the flash of the gun in the darkness would haunt him every time he closed his eyes, and the sight of his mother and father's lifeless body, one eaten, one missing part of their head, would be something he would never forget.
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    • Zillysaur

    My day has not been filled with tacos. So i will have to come to your house and you fix that.

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