I think I remember seeing this in domination servers in Arma 2... Good times.
The base looks cool and if NATO were implemented as an original lore faction I'd be all over it, however they're not so trying to come up with a valid reason as to why NATO would suddenly turn up and build this is a bit farfetched.
The Willys Jeep I can kind of understand. It'd be plausible to have a very small handful of servicable jeeps as quite a lot were sent over to Russia during WWII and collectors like to keep them running. There are also a small amount of armed forces that still use the Willys/Hotchkiss jeep although none of these include slavic countries as far as I know. They went more for the UAZ and other Russian-made alternatives.
As for the M1161 Growler, as attractive as the idea is I don't believe it has any place in Chernarus lore-wise as it's only really used by US forces as far as I know.
The proposed ideas seem nice, and yes I would like to see more vehicles available across Chernarus, as we are only a month into the outbreak and there's no real reason as to why cars shouldn't be more available (except the inevitable crashing of course) but armoured military vehicles aren't doing it for me personally.
I'm scared enough of small civilian vehicles flying at mach speed across the map, don't want these heavily armoured death machines bouncing themselves into orbit.
I say keep the vehicles as they are. Maybe more variety of civilian vehicles sometime but as Chernarus is an underdeveloped Soviet satellite country you can't expect much more than a handful of Ladas and Olgas.
[Early Life] (1996 - 2009)
Kolya was born into a large yet poor family on the outskirts of Zelenogorsk in 1996. Having both his parents relying heavily on alcohol, Kolya soon learned to fend for himself from a very young age. Unable to go to school Kolya grew up uneducated, relying on petty crime to fund his lifestyle of drugs and alcohol.
Kolya soon found his clique, and grew a tight bond with his friends. They would often just sit around the town centre, drinking and smoking into the early hours of the morning. Growing to resent his parent's lack of support in his younger years, Kolya would often prefer to sleep in a nearby barn or under a bridge than sleep at his family home.
[Teenage and Adult Life] (2009 - 2020)
Not long after Kolya's 13th birthday, the Liberation war started. Though only lasting until January 2010 Kolya had witnessed things that no 13 year old boy should ever have to see. The Russians, who had ruled over Chernarus relatively peacefully in the past, now came down with an iron fist. Although the Russian forces came out as the victors, Kolya couldn't help but admire the resistance and the fire that kept them fighting a losing war.
Kolya, although an uneducated, alcohol-fuelled teenager at the time, vowed to join his like-minded friends in doing all they can to show the Russian forces that this land was still Chernarus. At the age of 17, Kolya bought an old Makarov from one of his friend's cousins. Although initially intimidated by the first firearm he ever held, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power while having it on him. They would spend most of their days driving in his friend's banged up Lada, carrying out minor acts of vandalism and subterfuge against the Russian soldiers such as tearing down propaganda posters, spraying pro-NAPA graffiti and slashing the tyres belonging to Russian soldiers.
At this point Kolya found he had found his calling, this ragtag group of drunken idiots causing mayhem around Chernarus was now his family, and at this point he had lost all consideration about his parents, even going so far as to describe them as dead to him.
[Outbreak] (2020 -)
By 2020, Kolya was well into his adulthood, his ragtag group of wannabe revolutionaries had thinned their ranks over the years, but he was still grateful for the few that remained. Several of them along with Kolya were driving in the same banged up Lada they had been carrying out their mischief with until they were stopped by an old man in the road. Noticing that the man was clearly in distress, Kolya volunteered to talk to the man and offer to help. The panicking man explained to Kolya that his wife had suddenly turned ill on their way home from the market in Bor and had collapsed. Kolya slowly edged closer to the woman, who was convulsing on the floor, before he could pull out his phone to call the ambulance, the woman suddenly sprang up and lunged at the man, sinking her teeth into his face and taking a large chunk out of his cheek. Upon this happening, Kolya's friends jumped out of the car and ripped the man from the woman's grasp, dragging him to the car. Kolya, taken aback by the sudden turn of events just froze. He could see that the woman was now readying to lunge at him. As quick as a flash, Kolya reached behind him and pulled his pistol from the waistband of his tracksuit pants, raised it and fired.
The bullet found it's mark in the woman's forehead and she fell, motionless. He stood for a while, gun still raised as he began to process that the first round he had ever fired had killed someone. He looked behind him to his friends who were struggling to pile the old man into the car. "We'll come back, Kolya!" His friends shouted. "Hide the body! We'll drop him off at the hospital and we'll come back!" With this, Kolya slowly nodded before the Lada sped off. Once it was out of sight, Kolya turned to the body, tucking his pistol back into his waistband, he grabbed her by the ankles and dragged the body into the nearby woodland, covering it as best he could with leaves and branches, hoping that by the time someone finds the body, it would be too badly decomposed to be recognizable.
As Kolya returned to the road where his friends said they'd return, he sat down in the grass. Minutes passed. Hours passed, Kolya knew something was wrong. Either his friends had abandoned him as a joke, or something was much more sinister.
Kolya began his walk to the hospital, not knowing the horrors that await once he got there.
-Kolya had found his friend's Lada, crashed and abandoned outside of Zelenogorsk. The engine was still running but no one was in the car. Blood soaked the front two seats.
James Taylor was born and raised into a pretty average family in Perth, Australia. Although coming from a respectful, conservative family he always had a rebellious streak in him. He was always acting as the class clown at school and when out of school he would often get in trouble with the law.
A keen skateboarder, he would always be seen out with his friends, smoking, drinking and generally causing trouble. He had been arrested numerous times for minor vandalism and generally being a public nuisanse.
A few years (and a few school transfers) later, James finally came of age where he could choose his own path in life. As the numerous bouts with the law were now on his permanent record, he struggled to find a respectful job, but this didn't deter him from living his life how he wanted; smoking, drinking and skating.
Soon enough, his parents became sick of his antics, worrying that James' reputation would reflect on the family, they sent him abroad to Chernarus to live with his distant Uncle Derek, in the hopes that living in an isolated, rural country would benefit him and 'turn him into a man'.
Maybe a short quiz about the current lore so to ensure everyone understands it before they can create a character and play? When I started I know we did something like that for the rules, maybe do the same for the lore too?
People were just joking around calling him a 'zombie' when it was pretty clear he was off his face on drugs.
Loads of drugs and diseases are being described as calling users/victims 'zombie-like' but everyone knows they're still people. Same goes for the current lore.