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.
Having initially been native to Turkey, Petsha was put up for adoption and then relocated to South Zagoria as an infant due to both parents being incarcerated for drug use. He was bought by a family of farmers who home schooled him and took care of him until he was an adult. Once having become an adult, Petsha moved to the middle east where he fought as a volunteer fighter briefly and returned to home to join the South Zagorian Special Police and work against terrorism and local organized crime. *wip*
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.
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
* 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'. *
@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.
*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.
*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.*
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