Jump to content
Server time: 2019-02-24, 02:22 WE ARE RECRUITING

Makarov

Gold

""Order is restored with rigid authority, not peace.""

  • Content Count

    688
  • Joined

  • Last visited

  • Country

    United States

TIME PLAYED

122 h Cherno Russian

Community Reputation

26 Newcomer

Account information

  • Whitelisted YES
  • Last played 2 days ago

6 Followers

About Makarov

  • Birthday 08/04/1996

Personal Information

  • Sex
    Male

Recent Profile Visitors

The recent visitors block is disabled and is not being shown to other users.

  1. Makarov

    Potius Cras

    Thank you for the kind words. We are honestly stoked about the interest in our group, and hope to provide unique RP encounters for the Survivors of Chernarus. Feedback of any sorts, whether they are on how to improve or praise, are always welcome and looked at closely. There should be some more fun times ahead, i'm sure. SoonTM
  2. Makarov

    [2e CIE] French Foreign Legion [Recruitment:Open]

    Great RP from Wong last night. Guy knows how to push buttons IC'ly. Loved it. Can't wait for future interactions between you gents and Potius. ?
  3. Makarov

    Potius Cras

    To be fair, we were some jumpy bastards after we did that forced tissue and blood sampling. Thought for sure we'd get fugged by someone. Didn't expect it to be Wong and the FFL who we messed with. Deffo some fun interactions from Wong on that. Thank you for the compliment.
  4. Makarov

    Lore Wipe SoonTM

    I'll say no for my vote. There are many reasons for this, but I feel the biggest one (For me, personally.) is that this seems like a cop-out because currently there's some stale RP going on. If you feel the RP is monotonous, or dry, do something about it. Go out and do something fresh, or maybe stop with the same 'ol thing, and switch it up. To be honest, it's just gonna be a continuous cycle of revert, old groups come back (CDF/UN), those groups go through their cycle of rise and fall, the RP gets stale, revert. And from what I've seen from the poll, it seems the opinion is split on this. I feel a Lore wipe should be at least a majority, rather than barely a percent over half. But, that's just my opinion.
  5. Makarov

    Transmittng Radio Chat through In-Game chat

    To be fair, that could get annoying a bit fast. I can understand, and even appreciate the need for realism in the sense of radio chatter, but when you're in Discord with a fellow who keeps having to radio in to some of your folks who are gearing back up or something, and you're right next to them, you get that "Echo" effect. It's annoying as it is, but to make the thing mandatory is just a migraine. I would think it would be one of those things to leave as "RP etiquette", rather than a rule. Kind of like taking your mask off to drink water, or RP'ing out your wounds from a previous battle. Is it required? No. Would it make the RP more realistic, and perhaps more enjoyable for all parties? Yes. Not even to try and mention the attempt at enforcing the rule. That being said, it's a no for me. And trust me, I would like to think I'm pretty blessed. ?
  6. Makarov

    Go back to old Premium Rank Names.

    I would like the old ranks back, but maybe remove one or two of them? I think the new ranking system was made to avoid clutter, to be honest, and I can see a need to keep the donor name list short.
  7. Makarov

    Potius Cras

    Well, thank you. It's definitely been phenomenal to roll around with you guys. Definitely fun RP experience. #BeforeBeingShot
  8. Makarov

    The Corporation [Open Frequency]

    *Scarecrow pulls out his radio and pushes the 'Talk' Button* "Scarecrow acknowledges last. On standby in Target Zone."
  9. Was a scholar athlete growing up who went on to join the military. Has a determined can do attitude. He is not immune to fear but knows how to suppress the feeling when necessary to help his comrades. He was recruited two years after leaving the military to The Potius Cras Corporation, which he has been working as an Operator for ever since. Current Situation: Scarecrow was deployed along side Reaper, R, Penguin, Wildflower, and Urchin as part of the Recon team sent in after Hollywood's extraction from the area. Hollywood had warned him and the others that things were bad on the ground. But Scarecrow felt comfortable enough entering knowing that Reaper was the operator who had been there the longest. Reaper didn't sugar coat it for him or for anyone else, South Zagoria was by far the most dangerous place any of them had been deployed to since the outbreak. Between the infection and the local populace, things were bad. But Scarecrow and the others were ready for what ever was to come. Scarecrow's current primary objective is to regroup with the others and find out what happened to Penguin as long as collect any data he can for the Corporation.
  10. *A burst of Static is heard on the frequency, before a voice can be heard speaking* Evening, all! This is Jaydon Auch, a simple Survivor that has a penchant to usually help people with what they need, within reason. *The Voice clears his throat* But yes, the reason why I'm even making this transmission, on this bulk of a Transmitter, is because I've had it up to here with one special pet pea. A pet pea, in which, I can understand. I really do. However, I think it should be said, so that the info is out there and the pet pea is a bit... Subsided. Now, what I'm talking about, is people asking me what my 'Pink Armband', means. *A sigh can be heard* Now, I know what you're gonna all say. You're all gonna say that people are gonna ask why someone is wearing a Pink Armband, especially since big groups use them to signify who they are, etc. And, I understand that. Hell, I ask myself sometimes too. It's just something that gets said. But I'm gonna go ahead, and put out the Definition as to what MY PINK ARMBAND, means. Unlike what some folks have told me, my Armband doesn't mean I'm a Cannibal. I'm a guy who minds his own business, helps folks out, and donates supplies if he can spare 'em. Never, have I once, EVER, ate another Human Being. End of. So, it doesn't mean I'm here to maraud, murder, and eat all of you and your friends. I mean... With a Pink Armband? Really? Come on. I am also not part of a group of Doctors, calling themselves 'Free Medics'. Never have, probably never will. Though I share some of their tenants and Objectives. My Pink Armband means that I'm here to help. That I'm not hostile, unless you're hostile right back. I wear the thing, because I was inspired by some selfless folks to wear it. These folks helped me out of a jam in Zelenogorsk, saving my ass and cutting down a Horde of Infected in the process. They handed me the Armband, and said that, "If you want to help someone, a Pink Armband is the way to do it." So that's what it means! My name is Jaydon Auch. I wear a Pink Armband. I am here to help those with what they need, and give what I can spare, within reason. Good night, all. *Static is heard for a brief second, before silence takes back over the Frequency*
  11. *Jaydon fiddles with his Transceiver to listen to the broadcast, then makes the necessary adjustments to make a reply. Afterwards, he presses the buttons to allow him to talk and begins speaking* "Hello, Friend! I understand that you are trying to make a plea for two groups to leave the battling to places that don't have the Civilians of Novaya involved.... Or Tortuga." *Jaydon scratches his head a bit* "To be honest, I'm not sure how this all came about. I'm sure it's some sleight on one or both parties side that led to the fighting, since some folks are very.... Trigger happy. I blame the water, personally. Either or, I kind of don't think the first step in such a process is to criticize the renaming of Novaya to Tortuga. I mean, if everyone who lives in Novaya have no problem with the name change, I see no reason to care about it. You know how many times someone has renamed Kabanino since this has all started? Too many times to keep track." *Jaydon readjusts the settings on his Receiver* "…Where was I? Oh yes, the fighting. Well, if you want peace, then get the two groups to accept at least talking in a cordial manner towards each other. Then set up a meeting between the two leaders via a third party proxy. Have the two leaders list out their demands for a white peace, whittle and negotiate it down to the more reasonable ones, have them accept it, sign a document, and have their boys observe it. Bingo Bango, you have peace." *Silence for a few seconds follows* "Wait, you just want them to stop involving the folks in Novaya, right? I mean, it's sort of hard when some civilians throw their hat in the same ring as one side. I mean, see it from the point of view of the attackers! You leave the Civilians out of it, surround the Saviors at their base, and you're liable to get some civilians popping shots from your back with all sorts. Might as well round them up in one big operation, then use them as both shields and bargaining chips. There is no incentive on the Attackers part to stop fighting in Novaya, other than if the Civilians join their side. Not to mention, the fact that the Saviors may own housing in the city, as well." *A Small chuckle is heard* "So, you see, there will not be any end to fighting in Novaya. Not unless the two groups seek peace, kills each other, or there is a clear victor declared in this conflict. If you're so worried about folks' well being, tell them to either batten down the hatches and choose a side.... Or migrate somewhere else until a time when it's safe in Novaya again." *Static starts to sink into the message* "Remember, friend! An idea without a clear path.... Is nothing more than a Dream. A plea, without willing ears, is just static." *Static is heard for a few brief seconds, then silence*
  12. Day 10: I found it. I found the Quarry. I walked around the outskirts of it, to take in all that had been built before it all happened. I moved closer to see if anyone or anything was around, then got into the dug-out hole. I walked around, noticing the few building and rusted mining equipment. I saw a sort of lake that had been from the rainfall in the area since the start of the Infection. I pondered on what had happened to the Miners, their families, and the owner I was to meet. The reason why I had come to Chernarus in the first place. Invest in a country that was going to blow up with economic opportunity, get rich quick from it. Give your company that boost to get it's name noticed and single it out as unique. Land in Miroslav, get escorted to South Zagoria, then to the quarry for a quick tour and info-lecture, shake hands, sign the papers, stay a week, go back to the States. In the end, it was all for nothing. I only got to being escorted to South Zagoria. I never even made it out of the Miroslavl Region. But it wouldn't matter anyways. You know why? This place is a dump. It wouldn't have even been something profitable, from the looks of it. I've trapped myself in a foreign country full of Infected, crazy-ass survivors, and other things that I can only imagine.... All for a failed venture. I left without much thought. It's done. I walked out of the quarry, up the hilly terrain, down a side road, towards Gorka. It's over. My map is telling me that it's a fast way, but easy to get confused if I don't follow the right road. I hate this. I settled into a house for the night, not sure what else to do. I could go back to the former Vishnoyans, now Vyborians, and start my life anew with them. But for what? In the end, this is shit. This won't work. Everything is fucked. I wish it would all be over. But that's okay, I guess. At least I can do something with my time, other than contemplate suicide. I still can do something to keep me busy. I can do something, so why do nothing? Because I'll fail? Because I'll die? Good. It should end. It SHOULD fail. But as long as I can do something, there is no point in not trying.
  13. Day 8: Woke up today to the sounds of creaking wood. At first, I thought that something was on the roof of the shack I decided to call my temporary camp. Turned out, it was just a bit of rotting wood. How do I know it was rotting wood? Because some of the roof fell in and almost crushed me. After gathering my wits, nerves, and belongings, I headed back to the Military Compound to do a bit of a more thorough search of the base. I found a ton of black clothing, so I decided to change up my style to one of a more deadly nature. I also found a M4 of some sort with a ton of ammo to boot! Pretty great find, if I do say so myself. Too bad I can't fire it without attracting a horde to my position, otherwise I'd be shooting this thing at every Infected I came across. After my looting, I started making my way to the Northern cities from a dirt road that went from West to East out of the base. Got through a couple of towns, but decided to stop at the one before my target. I've noticed that these places are not as trashed or looted as the rest of the towns to the South, so a lot more can be scavenged from the towns than the South. There also seems to be a lack of wells or fresh groundwater in the towns I've traveled through. Nothing much in the way of past military presence, besides one checkpoint/refueling station on the side of a road. This town i'm in is somewhat big enough for me to inhabit one of the apartments for the night, and still be able to get out safely in the morning. I'm almost there, just a day left and this will be all over.
  14. Day 7: Today was an eventful day, to say the least. I backtracked to Gorka from Lopatino to try and find a rain coat and some extra supplies for my trip to the Northern Cities, when I came across a couple of folks on my way back to Lopatino. Just three or so guys, sitting around the well in Vybor with a bunch of Infected corpses strewn about the area. At first, I was a bit paranoid on why in the hell they were just sitting there, but then I just decided to say, "Fuck it." and strolled over with my usual charm. They responded semi-well, as in they kind of acknowledged me with bored indifference as I partook in the source of fresh water they were sitting around. I continued to strike up a chat with them, when one of their friends came up to me with a stuffed green pepper with minced meat and offered me some. Being the gracious, but cautious, guest I was, I asked of the source of the minced meat and what exactly "It" was. Turns out, just cow meat put inside a concoction that a past Army cook prepared. I took it with thanks, and placed it in a place for later disposal. Can never be too careful about weird foods handed to you by complete strangers. We then continued to talk and joke for the better part of twenty minutes, when I got a bit of a surprise. Ace and some of the folks from the Vishnoyan townsfolk had shown up in the exact same area. At first, I thought they were here to find me because they were sooo worried about my absence, but turned out it was an even more stranger reason than that. They had moved towns and decided to stay in Vybor. At least for a time, I think. So there was a bit catching up to do, but mostly silent observation of certain people and conversations happening around me. Some led to interesting information, such as "The Pack" were sort of protecting the Vishnoyans from any danger, and that The Horsemen weren't breathing down their neck anymore. The second bit of info was a bit of a weird one, seeing as though those folks were usually following the Townsfolk like Death's Shadow around the region. This, and more, were being discussed and talked about as I watched and interjected here and there to make sure I wasn't entirely a mute doll to these people. Lesser info came about, such as that Ace seems to deal or give drugs to folks who ask. Weed and Cocaina, or Cocaine for those who can't grasp the obvious English translation. Strange, but not unheard of out in this region. She also seems to have suicidal tendencies, perhaps? Playing Russian Roulette either points to that, or a not-so-stable psyche of the person playing it. I also met one or two of "The Pack", when I was talking to them. One was a Chernarussian (Or Russian) with the nickname "Bull Dog", or something along those lines. Though, judging from the lack of Hand-Eye Coordination and somewhat delayed and slurred speech, he seems like more of a Booze Hound to me. The other Pack member was the Army Cook, who was a nice guy until later on in the day. But we'll get to that later. Anyways, somewhere along the way, I decided to try and trade some Military American rounds for some things I needed. I was able to get a baggie full of 9mm rounds from a guy named Mason for 5 bullets. Should've offered 2 for the amount. Somewhere in the trading, the Chef offered me a ride to a Military Base in Tisy, a city in the north, for 10 bullets. I did need to go to the North, this is true, and driving was considerably shorter and less dangerous than walking. I ended up taking the ride. We left with a few other passengers, such as Ace, Booze Hound, the Cook (Now swindling Bus Driver), and a few other folks I recognized from Vishnoye. We hit a bit of bumps and such along the way, including Ace falling out of the bus and us having to stop to see her condition. It didn't help the situation that the Bus had no seat belts or DOORS, to speak of. Somewhere down the way, the Bus Driver thought he could do a tight U-Turn in the middle of a field, and ended up flipping it on its side. If it weren't for my Helmet, I would be taking the Ghost Hound Express to Hell instead of writing about the event. With our Bus flipped, we trekked out on foot to the Base. Let me just say, the place was massive! I had no clue as to why no one decided to settle down in the Complex, other than the copious amount of Infected littering the scene. We searched the various buildings for supplies, but I wasn't too concerned about that. I was, however, concerned about getting my 10 Bullets back from the swindling Bus Driver, since the agreed upon terms was to Tisy and back. I didn't mention I wouldn't be making the return trip back, but still. He refused time and time again, and if it wasn't for the sake of appearances and the possibility of intervention by our companions, I probably would've gotten those bullets back at the end of my gun. As we continued to search, Ace thought it funny to try and close all the doors as she was leaving, even though I was still in the same building. I, of course, joked that she was trying to give me Claustrophobia and was silently wishing to lock her in a building to she how she liked the joke turned against her. The opportunity came as we entered a bit of a bunker/basement, which was under a Officers building in the compound. She only got a bit inward, before she tried to get out in a panic. I tried closing the door on her, but she ran through in time. Turns out, the girl has the actual fear of Claustrophobia. And, her actual name is Lupe, which she finds as a, "Bastardization" of her name. Thanks goes to the Bus Driver for squawking it out over her Radio. Towards the end of our search, we stopped to use the firing range and wasted a bunch of bullets in the process. I was also getting VERY UPSET, with a man in a Press Vest for stealing my shots on the Infected that came to the source of the sustained gunfire. Eventually, they decided to start the trip back. I told them that I was going to stick around, maybe travel a bit. We said our goodbyes, and parted ways. I headed a couple minutes into a forest, past the fences surrounding the Compound, and settled down for the night in a lone shack in the woods. This was so they couldn't track my true intentions without being seen or noticed in the process of following me. I start my actual trip tomorrow, so that I may never have to do it again. God, I hate this feeling. This feeling of dre… (The word veers off into squiggles that were penciled in with much force and emotion.)
  15. Day 6: Left town a day ago for a trip to the Northern cities. Been touch-and-go for a bit, what with the rain and winds and the general hazards that plague about the lands.. I've made it to Lopatino and have settled down in a makeshift shelter of a room for the night. I have no clue really why I'm taking this trip. Well, I actually do, but I don't see why it has any importance in my current lot in life. I don't need to see the place, I don't need to know what happened to it, I don't even want to mention that place. But yet, I'm a bit drawn to it and want to at least see it once. To know what was going to be, and then never have to be anywhere near it again. Full closure on the situation. DONE. Anyways, I hope the folks in Vishnoye won't need me for anything and that Nolan can handle his self and own acquisition of goods for the time being. I mean, I haven't given them any notice on my leaving or travels. Heck, maybe I should've scheduled a week off, and used those vacation days. Use them or lose them, I was always told. They know where to reach me if they need me, since I've given Nolan my personal Frequency and such. Worse comes to worse, they can just do a general broadcast on some random frequency. I hear those all the time, but heck if I know I'll hear it in time. Maybe on a loop? Who knows. Either or, it gives me an opportunity to scout out the cities, maybe find out some things that are interesting about the Region or the state of other countries like Russia. They share a border, so there has to be some evidence of something interesting on the checkpoints and border stops. Till then, guess I can try and find a rain coat or something. Damn rain is soaking me to the bone.
×
×
  • Create New...