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  1. agreed brotha im gonna have an epileptic seizure while reading this
  2. Grew up in jamaica *work in progress my man* Badrick Edgerin was thinking about Georgina Humble again. Georgina was a sweet muppet with fat ankles and greasy eyelashes. Badrick walked over to the window and reflected on his mary jane surroundings. He had always loved lots of beaches Jamaica with its brief, breakable beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a sweet figure of Georgina Humble. Badrick gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a callous, wild, grape drinker with pretty ankles and short eyelashes. His friends saw him as a kaleidoscopic, knobbly knight. Once, he had even revived a dying, chicken. But not even a callous person who had once revived a dying, chicken, was prepared for what Georgina had in store today. The sun shone like shooting snakes, making Badrick sad. Badrick grabbed a dank newport cigarettes that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As Badrick stepped outside and Georgina came closer, he could see the nervous smile on her face. "I am here because I want revenge," Georgina bellowed, in a courageous tone. She slammed her fist against Badrick's chest, with the force of 215 monkeys. "I frigging hate you, Badrick Edgerin." Badrick looked back, even more sad and still fingering the dank newport cigarettes. "Georgina, I don't have the money," he replied. They looked at each other with pissed feelings, like two shrill, slippery snakes bumpin at a very incredible hotel party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two kind uncles throwing hands to the beat. Suddenly, Georgina lunged forward and tried to punch Badrick in the face. Quickly, Badrick grabbed the dank newport cigarettes and brought it down on Georgina's skull. Georgina's fat ankles trembled and her greasy eyelashes wobbled. She looked upset, her body raw like a sore, strange shells. Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Georgina Humble was dead. Badrick Edgerin went back inside and made himself a nice drink of grape.
  3. *work in progress none of this is valid*= Petsha Loiza was born in Rome, Italy. His parents were relatively poor gypsies who were forced to move to Chernarus. His family used what little money they had to purchase a farm not far out of Myshkino, as to live a peaceful and self sustaining life. Most of his early life was spent working on his family's farm as well as doing odd jobs for the farmers around his area. Once he finished schooling, he became an electrical technician. Living a fairly simple life up until the outbreak, he had married his wife Zelena Loiza and had three children. Once the infection began to spread, he and his family attempted to leave Chernarus. Although on the way to their destination, it was not the infection to kill his family, but rather a car crash. They collided with a military truck. His wife and children died instantly, and he was hospitalized for the short duration that the hospitals were open. Upon the hospital in which he was staying closing, his father picked him up and walked him to their farm in Myshkino. They were able to survive the relatively unscathed for some time, and Petsha was able to recuperate and grief for the loss of his family. His parents were killed by the infection and Petsha was finally all alone. He decided to leave the farm with what little supplies he had and take his chances scavenging and providing for himself.
  4. actually wondered if you'd do me the beautiful favor of deleting it @Mexi
  5. I apologize for possibly unnecessarily taking up somebody's time but, after looking around for a while and searching for some help, I have failed to figure out how to archive my group. We've been together for awhile but have been for the most part inactive and they only stick around for a title, and I would like to disband the group.
  6. Alright. Regarding the loss of gear and getting robbed. When 101 was settled east of Novaya Petrovka, they would get totally bonked every night by random kids just passing by. That's what their RP is, I guess; collect gear -> trade a little bit of gear -> sit and talk about backstory -> sleep -> complain that gear got stolen -> collect gear ->... If it was a group/faction, two or three people who got upset that their mosin was taken would get together and go to whoever it was with pitchforks and usually get killed right away. You gotta realize that having a big settlement full of tents and gear, that is empty for about 6-7 hours, means you're just gonna get finessed on the daily. Besides, ya'll don't even need tents. You have the campfires, of which you sit around all day (when you're not trading/collecting gear), to store your things. Now, on about the fact they leave your shit on the ground. That's fucked up, like, if I were robbing ya I'd just grab the shit I want/need and dip out. But then @Jetwells has a point that if he wants to pillage and burn down your shit he can do so, with all his might and it's great that he/other people do this because it is what allows yall to gearRP so much. While it doesn't make sense to me that you'd burn down tents and shit (that people are likely sleeping in IC) and also doing it at a time they are asleep IRL is kind of fucked and on top of it all doing it solo without a group or reasonable reason lol is kind of fucked up and I can see why you all are mad. I'm on both sides of the fence here but, tbh it's yall's fault for even existing. 101 should just convert to BanditRP and PVP/RPVP and pillage/burn other settlements. That'd make some nice RP and history. Too bad ya got no good pvpers ;))) (not that it matters cuz RP is a #1 priority) rant; but why does it even matter. Why are we posting on this forum or even this topic? Why did you take time (what even is time, is it light?) out of your day to post this? Do you feel impacted by the events happening to 101? Why do they impact the way the universe will eventually turn out? How is complaining about your gear being taken going to stop the planet from overheating and filling up with carbon dioxide (both caused by us) and inevitably killing us,? Idk, but all I'm sayin is yall gotta do somethin other than go to Tisy and get loo0oo0t/sit around and have shallow RP (not that shallow RP is bad RP, because no RP is bad, cuz it's RP). Love you all, god bless ya. (was a part of 101 for three days, about five months ago, so I'm a credible source) joking
  7. jojogutta

    The weird trend of character pages

    John Wayne was born in New York, New York. He was an ex navy seal but moved to Russia during the combine invasion.
  8. * Aldous would be nerkin' his throbber while in his room until he hears the ham radio pick up a frequency, he looks over at it intently and listens to this broadcast before responding.* "Mang not another fuckin' weird dude usin' the fuckin' radio. Jou know we got enough uh you, righ'? Please stop, vato, I'm kinda slappin' the pappy here, jou know mang?" * He releases the ptt and decides to mute the radio this time, and proceeds with forkin' his borkin'. *
  9. @Kaleb since 2014 and makeout vid. But it doesn't make me a credible human bean on all things Mac. If you wanna talk about music pm me though. He's probably a narcissist like every other famous person, who knows.
  10. probably me when I first starting playing DayZRP then got banned for being underage (not really, i think) Me sophomore year.
  11. *LET ME START BY SAYING THAT I AM POSTING THIS FOR ANYONE WHO HAS THIS PROBLEM IN THE FUTURE* this was the best place for me to post it If you are getting an authentication error or a message telling you that your authentication ticket is expired (ERR_BAD_SSL_CLIENT_AUTH_CERT) , a really big reason why is if you are using ESET Antivirus. If you do infact use ESET, you need to open it, go to setup>advanced setup>web and email> SSL and TLS (disable this) If this method doesn't work, for now you are stuck using another web browser such as internet explorer (like I did) This bug will stop you from being able to even log on to DayZRP, so yeah it blows.
  12. jojogutta

    The Fate of New Gorka 87.8 (open frequency)

    *Aldous would be woken by this broadcast, as he is leaned against a chair next to the hamradio. He quickly responds to Rico.* "Ayo mang, jou know myself and the rest of the MC gotchoo on this mang, jou need hands to move boxes and we there for jou bro. Jou reckon jou can keep a place open for us to use as a clubhouse if we move witchoo, mang? I'm thinkin you're gonna need more than just sleepy policemen to defend that place you know mang? Hit me up on a private frequency if you gotta talk mang, ms-13 and the Brood got a future mang you know? I see it mang. It was taken to the table and the club supports whatever path ms-13 takes or wants to take. You all are da future of New Gorka, mang." *Aldous thinks before letting go of the ptt, he anxiously fidgets with his bandana, waiting for a response.*
  13. Expect a lot of Beanz soon, grand master MS Paint. @MrBowTie
  14. RP would be real immersive, yeah. But, you'll be begging for 1st person only until you get into combat. Maybe over time we'd get used to it and shit but people have been fighting in third person and first for too long to just change it now. Something that makes us so skilled at combat in this god forsaken fuckin trash game is being able to switch from third to first to third to first. It's essential to actually staying alive, even though it makes no damn sense, in rp, that you can be outside of your body. Also, the argument that "well if we can do it in arma 3 and combat is ok, it will work in dayz, right?". Arma 3 actually is a developed game, whereas (for some reason, despite being made on the same engine or whatever) dayz is a cluster fuck of buggy, laggy, nasty, choppy movement in first person. Despite all this, god bless ya muthafukin soul for the MS Paint job. I literally love it. People need to do more MS Paint to make fun of ingame situations. So much funny shit like this happens/is happening in dayzrp rn, it's great. More MS paint. +100000
  15. *Aldous stares out the window of the warehouse, watching the New Gorka guards and some assholes duke it out and compare dick sizes, the usual. He sets down the box of broken control parts and sighs in heavily. Aldo walks to the spare room and takes a seat in an old chair. He pulls the small radio from his bag and begins the loop message.* *looped message begins* Harley Davidsons, comradery, brotherhood. To bring an end to the tyranny of these disgusting fascist fucks. Do you want these things? Do you wake up every day wanting to fight to achieve these things? The Brood of Nihilism MC welcomes you into its warm embrace and emplores you, you, to find us. There is little meaning or things left to achieve in life, so why not take what you have now any do what you can to make the most of it? Emotion, compassion for life, these things mean nothing if you do not understand that what we do here simply does not matter. Do you ever think this way but never have anyone to share these thoughts with? But, you do. The Brood welcomes you. Come find us in Gorka, and we will happily make you a prospect so that you can find your way deeper into the Brood. All ethnicity, sexual orientation, and religion or lack thereof are welcomed. We only hope that you begin to realize what it means to live free of tyranny and outside ruling. The pressures of society and otherwise will become null to you and you will be truly happy. Just reach out. And what the hell, we honestly need ya. Meet us on this frequency, even. Viviendo Libre. *looped message ends, then proceeds to repeat after several moments* *Aldous continues to move boxes into the new clubhouse alongside Luke.*