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  1. My name is John Grace, and this is my story. When I was very young I always had an interest in weapons and hunting. When I turned 10, my father bought me my first Firearm, which was a single fire Cooey .22 rifle. I was so happy when I got this. My dad and I would often go outside on our farm and and he would teach me how to shoot. As years went by it was upon my 18th birthday in which I purchased my very first hunting rifle, a Remington 700 chambered in .308 . This weapon performed so well, I soon became obsessed with marksmanship. I spent every dime I made on rifle accessories and ammo. When I turned 22, I decided to join the military. My parents were not happy that I was going to risk my life for my country but I told them that it is what I needed to do. After a while my family understood that I was serious about enlisting. At the age of 27 I was drafted into the Canadian Special Forces (TJF). After 5 years of hard work and training I was finally able to go to join a sniper team and deploy into Afghanistan. Times when by past, confirmed kills went by fast. 20-50-60. In Fallujah, which would later be my last tour. me and my spotter were sent on an operation. This kid was brand new to the team. He was barely out of training at around 22 years old. Me at the time being a seasoned veteran with over 60 confirmed kills. We were sitting in our sniper hide, a little building on the side of town. It was just us, no backup. Our mission was to eliminate a high value insurgent being escorted by a Russian PMC. All was quiet until we started taking heavy enemy contact. Under the circumstances we were doing well. It was kill after kill but finally the enemy had pushed to the base of our building. We escaped by climbing out the window onto an adjacent roof. After escaping the danger zone all was quiet, we radioed to HQ but we received no answer. We kept on radioing HQ over and over trying to establish some sort of comms. Finally we found a JTF command channel and stated our call signs and designation codes. The responded with “There is no one with those credentials into our system”. After we insisted for them to check again and giving them our coordinates they responded “Sorry John, It is just orders” and disabled the channel. A few short moments the enemy began attacking again. There was no way that they could have found us. We had been betrayed! Suddenly a shot rang out from an SVD and it connected with my spotter, it hit him right in the head. I just sit there staring at him. Just a kid, how could this happen to him? He didn't deserve this. After another few hours I had finally ran out of ammo when all of the sudden I hear the familiar sound of an AH64D Apache humming overhead, out of nowhere hydra missiles began flying. A short time after that all of the enemy were dead. It was the US Marines. I guess before our comms were cut off my spotter had contacted them and pleaded for help. I went back to base with them and upon arrival got on the first plane to the United States. Betrayed by my own government. By the men I trusted. I moved permanently to North Lawrence, Kansas. After a few years of simple life owning a ranch I woke up one night in a cold sweat, I longed for the feel of my rifle in hand, for the adrenaline of battle once again. I immediately started work on an idea of mine that had been in my head the moment I was betrayed by my own government. Ravenwood Military Contracting. After a few short years of doing high value operations in the most hostile places in the world we had given ourselves quite the name. We had surpassed the popularity of Academi or as most people know it, Blackwater. All was well until I received that call. A wealthy businessman offered us big money to come to Chernarus and protect him against some sort of outbreak. He said the civilians were attacking each other. Even eating each other. I thought the guy was crazy but money is money. We set off to Chernarus that next day. Little did we know that we would never be paid, we would never meet the employer. Our plane was shot down. Only a few survived, we started with twelve men and were quickly reduced to four. Four men left. Our only goal at this point is to survive until the point that we can get off of this god forsaken rock. Time went by, we found men, lost men, it was the way shit went in this business. However one day it went further than I had ever expected. We were taken hostage by 12 Russians, the slimy pricks ambushed us. They took everything we had, clothing, weapons, food and then they did it. They slit my men's throats, one by one and made me watch. After they had killed the last man and I was the only one left the began to gut my men. What kind of sick mother fuckers do that. The cooked their flesh and forced me to watch while they had a feast, and then they let me go. Off into the most dangerous place in the world with no weapons and no food. I guess it flipped some sort of switch. A couple days later I saw a man alone, he was limping like he had been cut or shot. All I had was my boot knife, he had an assault rifle, backpack full of supplies. I needed that, so I snuck up behind him and told him that if he turned around I would kill him. I guess he saw me out of the corner of his eye, only a knife in my hand. He turned on me and fired, he grazed my shoulder and I slapped the gun away and stabbed him in the throat. It was horrible, but I kind of liked it. I had never killed anyone like that. I was disgusted with how I felt about it but at the same time, the gear was worth every bit of it. I could not have even imagined killing someone in such a horrible way before the death of my men. But now, It seemed like second nature. Don't get me wrong, I don't just kill people for fun, I take what I need, I am not a sick and twisted as those men that killed my guys. I don't harm them unless have intentions of harming me. I have found plenty of people that I have helped, however I have also killed so many people I could hardly think straight anymore. When we first got stranded, me and all of my men, I wanted nothing more than to get back home and be with my family, but now? I liked it here, I didn't want to go home. I felt guilty about that, about abandoning my family in that way, I had plenty of money stashed away and I knew they would be fine so I stopped thinking about it. I blocked that part of my life out. All that was left was a burning anger, hatred, and rage. The only thing that I had left was a lust for vengeance. For my men, for their families that would never see them again because of those twisted fucks that killed them. My only goal left is to find those filthy bastards and send them out the same way they did my men.
  2. Seems to me like this entire thread is just moaning because its more difficult to raid us now. As opposed to your literally prison, with walls, fortifications, and stacks upon stacks of gates. Its an RP server, it makes RP sense. If you choose to look at it through a PvP lens thats up to you. Just pot calling the kettle black if you want to talk OP bases
  3. 100% No reason a chicken should take multiple rounds lol
  4. the only problem with zombies is that theyre impervious to headshots from pistol calibers now
  5. This is straight cancer. You cant just make the game cancerously unrealistic.. for what exactly? In what world do you need to shoot a wolf, or even a bear more than a couple times to kill it? shit 1 .308 round will take out literally almost any animal on the planet with a well placed shot. Have you ever shot something? Like anything? Honestly ridiculous. Bears already took 20+ rounds of 5.45/5.56 of 5.56 which is already insane. People bow and spear hunt bears for christ sakes.
  6. I'd be giddy if I could find even 1 single box of ammo for the repeater. found about 100 rifles at this point and not 1 box of .357
  7. If you were raiding a compound in real life are you going to bring your carpenter to the front lines to build a fucking door, cut a hole in the wall, and mount the door? Or are you gonna break down a wall or gate.
  8. Absolutely abuse of game mechanics. There is not any IC reason to be able to turn a fucking fence into a gate while raiding
  9. yep. its fucked lol. How exactly does punching zombies ruin my brass knuckles?
  10. Mod name: AdvancedModernWeaponPack Mod link: https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1872499573&searchtext=.357 Reason to be added: Adds really awesome melee weapons as well and some civilian and some higher tier weapons
  11. Mod name: Specialist Weapon Pack Mod link: https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1945945241&searchtext= Reason to be added: Would be nice to have to rare higher tier version of guns we already have in the game.
  12. I agree they should. Car? maybe not. Damage the wall sure. A cargo truck should absolutely break a wall. As well as a couple frag grenades or a land mine
  13. Some of y'all have never used a hacksaw and it shows. A pristine hacksaw should be able to get through a bike lock in under a minute. No ifs, ands, or buts
  14. I wasnt in the video at all. At the time I was wearing a tan tshirt, multicam pants and plate carrier and a black molle assault bag
  15. That is complete rule play. So if I was talking to you outside the armory, and one of my buddies initiates on your friend at the front gate, I should just shoot you in the face mid conversation because I have kill rights on your group even though you have literally no idea anything was wrong? And I dont have any idea who you even are before you try to accuse me of holding some OOC hate towards you or your buddies
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