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Cosmo

"Everything beautiful must die."

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642 h 5.56 Collector

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  • Last played 6 days ago

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  1. A Call...

    *Vik takes his radio out and holds the PTT* ”Eh Doc, I’ll try be there...I have long way to walk but I might just make it in time.” *He releases the PTT and continues on his hike*
  2. A Call...

    *Vik would pick up his radio while he sits in the wilderness* ”ahh, shut up and let me die in peace, cyka.” *you would hear the smash of a bottle before the frequency would return to static*
    • BorisRP
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    Is it time?

    • BorisRP
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    1. Cosmo

      The best kind of beanz.

    2. BorisRP

      BorisRP

      101

    • Taryn
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    I just gave you your 100th bean

    1. Whitename

      Whitename

      i want beanz plzthanks

      swag

    2. Whitename

      Whitename

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    3. Cosmo

      wooo let’s go!

    • Taryn
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    Special Delivery.

    1. Cosmo

      Wawaweewoo! Very nice! No joke though I really like that danke Taryn.

  3. Jack Taylor

    Jack Taylor Born: 23rd April 1993 Jack Taylor is probably the least religious man you’d ever see. He loves drugs, sex, and violence far too much to believe in some mumbo-jumbo bearded bloke in the sky. He’s never read the bible, never prayed and definitely not been to church. So how the fuck did he end up staying with a sadistic inbred family of religious extremists? Long story. Jack Taylor was a poor East Londoner growing up in a rough area around rough people. His family lived off benefits and drug money. His mum was a chef (no not the food kind, the crystal kind) and his father was the local drug distributor. Soon his families operation would grow much larger than just their apartment in London and by the type, he was 18 they were nearly ready for global distribution. Jack was out getting a coke when the raid happened on his family's ‘business’ and luckily so. Both parents were killed in the raid in a last stand against the police. Jack’s uncle would finally find him and take him in. With what money they had left and their list of contacts they set out to create ties with the Russian mafia. What place better than a weak Eastern European country that’s recovering from civil war? Chernarus, the home to be to the next underground drug operation. Immediately the organization was a success but that all came crashing down when the infection hit. First, the deliveries stopped, then the power, then the customers and soon the whole thing collapsed. Jack killed his uncle after he tried to feed Jack to a horde of infected. Jack who was dependent on power and wealth now had neither for the first time in a very long while and it slowly drove him off the rails. He lost nearly all his humanity and cared very little about anyone or anything. Often leaving helpless people to hordes, or wolves, bear, or sometimes other survivors. One night while looking for a rabbit to hunt he was caught in a trade and knocked unconscious. He woke inside the main hall of a church with a large family of Americans watching over him. They tried to convert him to their ways but he refused and instead gave them each a fake Rolex and a hand full of weed in exchange for freedom, they kindly accepted but he didn’t know why but he didn’t want to leave this ragtag bunch of hillbillies. Maybe it was the intrigued look they gave home when he spoke with his Cockney accent or the sense of superiority he felt around them, or maybe, most likely he almost liked them. After a good while spent with them he soon became the lurker in the shadows helping the religious devotees find their sinners and treated them according. It fulfilled some kind of need inside him. W.I.P
  4. *As Petrov’s dusty radio equipment crackled to life he listens to the voice with curiosity, not recognising it.* “Привет, товарищ, мое имя ... Ajax. Петров делает ... ну, я верю. Могу я спросить, кто ваш контакт?” “Петрову нелегко доверять новые лица, новые голоса. Не так много, как он использует. Возможно, имя вашего контакта принесет вам некоторые.” “Я не могу дать вам без доверия. Я скажу вам этого товарища: это еще не конец. Я жду вашего ответа.” *Petrov would let go of the PTT and begin to go over the conversation in his head, trying to decide wether it was genuine or otherwise.*
    • BorisRP
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    Your pic is nice

    1. Cosmo

      Thank you, mister man!

  5. I will fight by your side Boris. For the Sultan!
  6. You guys were fun to RP with when the VDC made their trips to severo. Good luck with this!
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    • BorisRP

    This is the profile I live for. You very nice place.


     @G19RP

    1. BorisRP

      BorisRP

      Yep yep

    2. BorisRP

      BorisRP

      I hope everyone have watched Borat

    • G19RP
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    1. BorisRP

      BorisRP

      :)commies...

  7. I stepped up my game boys ☭ @G19RP @BorisRP

    1. BorisRP

      BorisRP

      Beutiful 

    2. BorisRP

      BorisRP

      ahh I went a little bit od but its ok

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