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  1. Frank Graham, born in Drammen, Norway on the 21st of September, 1990. Frank's English parents moved to Norway in the early 80's to start their new lives. His father was a fisherman and hunter for a living , and his mother worked as a butcher. Growing up, Frank wanted to be just like his father, so he took up hunting as well. He became a pretty good hunter over the years. When he turned 18, Frank was called in to his compulsory military service, where he was taught a lot of useful things during his 12 month training program. He also learned that the military life was not what he wanted, so when he was done, he kept up his profession as a hunter. When Frank was 21 he met his girlfriend, whom he stayed with and married at 26 years old. The week before he turned 28 years old, two friends of his whom were also hunters for a living surprised him with a hunting trip to Chernarus. All expenses paid for. And of course, as an avid hunter, Frank gladly accepted. They all left on the day of his 28th birthday, Frank said goodbye to his wife, and told her that they would only be gone for three weeks. When they finally arrived in Chernarus, they immediately hired a translator, seeing that neither frank nor his two friends spoke the language. They had landed on a small airstrip near a small town named Krasnostav. Later that morning, they had finally managed to rent a cabin up in the woods, which was about a 20 minute walk from the town. Later that evening, Frank's two friends wanted to go out for drinks in Krasnostav, and to see what the night life was like. They pestered Frank to come with them, but Frank wasn't feeling too well due to jet lag, so eventually they reluctantly let him stay behind. Around 22:00 Frank laid down on one of the beds and drifted off to sleep. The next morning Frank woke up at around 08:00 AM. He was wondering where the hell his two buddies were, but concluded with that they must've found someone to party with and ended up crashing at someone else's place. The time was 14:00 PM and Frank started to worry, so he decided to walk back down to the town to look around for his friends. When he finally got to Krasnostav, the town seemed completely abondoned. There were cars parked in the middle of the street, some with the doors open, and another car had crashed into a streetlight. Frank started knocking on the door of the nearest house, but no one responded. He kept walking down the street, looking for other people, but they were nowhere to be found. Finally he spotted what looked like a police station, and he hurried to the door. It was open. When he entered the police station, it was eerily quiet in there. He started saying "Hello" with a careful voice, because he certainly didn't want to piss of the police in a country he'd never been before. No one answered. "Hello!" he said a bit louder this time. Dead silence. Suddenly he heard some faint growling coming from one of the cells. He slowly walked over to the cell door and peeked inside. There was a man lying face down on the bed inside the cell. The man was wearing a jacket very similar to one of Franks friends. Frank banged on the cell door: "Hey buddy! How'd the fuck did you get yourself into this??" Franks friend didn't respond much except for a disgruntled growl. Frank tried again: "HOW MUCH DID YOU DRINK LAST NIGHT, AND WHERE THE HELL IS *Friend 2*?!" Just as Frank was about to bang on the cell door a third time, his friend on the bed shot up, and threw himself towards Frank and grabbed his jacket through the cell door bars, growling aggressively. Frank freaked, because this was not his friend. Well it wasn't his anymore, anyhow. His face was bruised, pale and bloody. And the eyes were bloodshot. In a panic, Frank drew his hunting knife and drove it into the creature's arm. I didn't seem to care one bit. It just seemed obsessed with getting to Frank. Almost rabid, in a way. Frank managed to wrestle himself loose from the beast's grip and took a couple steps back, standing there frozen. The creature continued to rabidly throw itself at the cell door, with no signs of stopping. Frank snapped out of it and bolted for the exit. Out of nowhere another rabid monster lunged at Frank from another room and he fell down to the floor with the beast on top of him. Frank was screaming "Get off me! what the fuck is wrong with you!". The monster looked like it was trying to eat his face, so Frank, again in panic started punching the monster in the face repeatedly, to no avail. At this this point, Frank feared for his life, so the only thing he could think of to get this monster off him was to try and kill this beast. So he took his knife and rammed it through the abomination's temple, and the beast went limp on top of him. He pushed the dead monster off of him, got up and bolted out of town. When he got to the cabin, the locked the door, shut the curtains and grabbed his hunting rifle. They had previously bought food and supplies to last 4 weeks. The next plane off the island was supposed to leave 07:00 AM the next day. There was no way Frank was going back into town, so he decided to get on the first plane off this godforsaken island. The next day, about 05:00 AM Frank headed out to the airstrip. When he got there, he could see that the airstrip was crowded. Not with people, but with the same monsters that he had previously encountered back in the previous day. Frank decided to wait in a nearby treeline to see if the plane would arrive soon. By the time it was 10:00 AM, Frank had lost all hope of the plane arriving, but not all hope of survival. He headed back to the cabin, and spent about 4 weeks there until all the food ran out. He was still very reluctant to leave the cabin, but what other choice did he have. It was finally time to venture out into the world of DayZ...
  2. Frank Nesbo here, my POV is pretty much the same as TommyF's POV. We had tried for quite some time to make contact with the individual. I didn't open fire before the individual tried to run me over with the v3s.
  3. My bad then, I thought you had to be certain of your target. Close the report, then.
  4. At the time, no. As I was confused as of what was going on, I didn't intend to kill him at that moment, I had to figure out what was going on first. EDIT: Sorry, no video evidence. I usually record when I'm playing, but shadowplay didn't respond properly.
  5. Server and location: S3- Vybor Military Base Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 02:05 Daytime or Night-time: Daytime Your in game name: Frank Nesbo Names of allies involved: Tom Fyfe, Ragnar Falk Name/Skin of suspect/s: Military gear, unknown name. Suspects weapon/s: Possibly an AKM Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): None Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): None Detailed description of the events: I was up in the prison building, speaking to Ragnar over the radio, when suddenly Tom wouldn't asnwer us. I then heard a voice talking, threatening Tom, so I headed over there to see what's going on. I then hear a lot of gunshots. Then I see the "suspect" running around in front of the barack where Tom was being held up. The next thing I know, I'm being shot dead with an automatic weapon. This was KoS, because I hadn't made contact with the suspect yet, neither him with me. The suspect had no way of knowing that Tom and I was affiliated. I was just stood behind a wall, looking at the suspect when I died, with my gun lowered.
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