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"Now I want to see who is behind that mask!"

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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    We would like to welcome our first trial! Thank you @Smixxa for applying to our group! Another bike for the team.
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    The alpha list and current alpha has been properly updated with death and reign history, along with some new semi objectives. Let's see how long I can keep control of these peeps before I get killed xD
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    Agagagagagaggagagagaga +1 you lovely lady.
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    ::After a long fight over power, a knifefight and gunfight. Bodgan was killed by the Raider Vilem Sortec also known as Buzzo. The raiders objectives have been updated! The new alpha has been proclaimed!:: Now....who wants some.....comfort?
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    That was me first 10 mins trialing a character... I still didn't even know how to do his accent...:/ Hope we did well that's encounter. He's yours because we allowed it :). Patz will always be a pug in his heart.
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    The goal is to raid. We raid...there is very little complection to the group that end. However the internal political system and external end that makes this group shine.
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    I need to update that part of the lore and recruitment requirements. Originally the gang is from novigrad. This is a raider faction that has been traveling over to South zagoria. There is no real.....character limit per say....if you are interested. Hit up if are interesting in applying. But we have multinationals in this group. Its just more an immersion recommendation for people from novigrad to be chernarussian.
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    A new alpha for the batteries has risen! We would like to thank @Roman for offering to play the roll of Bodgan these first few days as the alpha of the batteries. Can you keep control of the horde?
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    Ordered to make a new thread. Lets do this.,
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    Dead Batteries {Heavily Recruiting}{Active}

    “Well aren’t you a pretty one?” Snickered the masked man as he opened other's man’s jaw, placing a spoon across his teeth, making a slight pinging sound as it traces by them. “Still got all your fucking spikey sharpies and hello!” He gasps in excitement. “All in place it seems! What a lucky one we have here gotta boi’s, your mama would be proud of you no?” Belittles the man with a grin behind his covered face, softly slapping the man’s face with the metal spoon. “So ya get a good meal out of everything, eat well and looks like ya ma’s taught you well bug” He continued ranting under his muffled mask, slowly getting to his feet, looking around what was a high tire apartment block. His footsteps crackling on the broken glass, side stepping towards the other masked men in the room, looking over the city view of Chernarus. “The cunt’s got more sharpies than the dogs back at home lads! We all know what that could mean don’t ya? Andrei’s been looking for a fiiiinee set of nashers ever since that fight back with Bogdan and you sir.” The man turns towards the sitting man on the chair with his mouth wide open, held by the same spoon sideways while the other masked men pointing an old broken pistol at his face. “Mmm, you sir are going to be a willing…”unwilling” contribution to our course one that well...is going to need some sort of “distraction” while my good friend here accepts your contributions towards us.”The man, now with a small little knife in his hand squats right in front of the tied up man, resting the knife on his leg leaning on him as they level eye contact. “But don’t worry, we got some music for you, and hell if you keep quiet enough...maybe a little story, see? Afterall, we are guests to your home and it would be soo ruuude of us if we” *Chuckles slightly* “Well, didn’t repay the host now, should we?” “Now!” He claps his hands suddenly at the man, rubbing both his palms together. “Let’s have another look at those fine snappers of yours, turn on the music, we neeed…. some...motivation!” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ https://my.mixtape.moe/vsrbej.mp3 _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Our home, back in Novigrad, bugs, pets and insects would band together like herds of animals. These cunts would form groups that focus on helping each other survive, scavenge together and protect each other from the ever growing threat of those brainless meatbags. At first it was communal (Like brav’s and sis’s and that shit right?,) parts of the cities would help out each other out. Neighbours supported neighbours, fam’s stuck with each other or friends bounding together for was to them a never ending nightmare. But all weren’t mindless bugs. Smart wankers, like minded curva would gang up to help each other the so called opportunists of the city who would prey on others for their own benefit. Many went by different names: Raiders,hooligans Bandits, thieves, zloději and criminals. Some of these other groups were killed off by the meatbags.-Little Bugs were killed by the ever growing presence of raiders. Survivors that turned to violence and intimidation tactics while others turned to internal fighting. But we remained strong. We survived the initial test that was imposed upon us enough to keep on going. There was not many of us probably around eleven or so all together from the beginning. We all bound together once the military took control of the streets, nearly everybody had a gun or weapon back where we lived but those Tinheads were not ready for such an infestation, they were more trained in scratching their ass’s than firing a weapon. That made weapons resourceful making us resourceful. We knew where to search for supplies and how to make the most out of what we had. Numbers don’t matter in these situations. Those fucking pricks that “survive” because of numbers need to take that stick out of their ass. We survived because we tested these idiots, we survived because we pushed the boundaries and thought outside the box that people safely locked themselves in. Even when it is at it’s worst, people always try and look for the positive in life, even when your uncle Nikola is abusing your little sister for his own sick pleasures. They kept telling each other “they will survive”. Grow up and let your balls drop. Nobody truly knows what life means until you have experienced the shit it gives to you. It just takes that one day to show you that nothing is fucking important and fucking going around being a carebear and praising yourself for being a white little skinny virgin looking for his first “date” is a complete waste of fucking time. All that matters is ourselves and even thieves amongst men, the strongest will always survive, he or she will guide us. He or she will lead our pack throughout these wastes, after all who gives a fuck when you have all the wacky in the world and more tits to suckle on than a pimp without business eh? This is what kept us going despite our “low” numbers our own needs and desires. Some learn it the hard way. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You would try and keep yourself under wraps with the tin-heads guarding your backs in the early days. Their job was simple: To keep the streets clean and to be that middle man, they would be our guards, postmen and supplies all in one tight nit package. The only way to know of the outside world was through them They did what they could but local bums would keep raiding them and their food supplies, arms, bullets hell I even remember witnessing one of the kids from “Empty Heads” try and steal a tank for an initial test, fucker got fried though. This just showed one thing to not only the raiders but to anybody who lived in the cities: the Tin-Heads won’t last. Charlie fucking called it though, soon some fucker in the tin-heads while their commander was on a on patrol gunned him down in our sector. Bastard didn’t stand a chance against three auto’s on his back. This is when The Tin’s changed their policy and didn’t care about the sectors anymore and just took what they wanted. They wanted food or water? Someone to work for them? Fuck even if one of the pricks was horny it was the same old drill: six men armed to the teeth would walk down the alleys demanding it. Most just went along with it cause if you didn’t they would just open the gates letting the brain dead in. That was the fate of some of our neighbours. “Flower Men of Peppermint” didn’t have guns or weapons and relied on either the Tin’s or the local gangs for protection against the meatbags so there wasn’t much for them when the gates were flooded. Each of us remember exactly what we were doing that night when the gates were opened, the screams and begging you could hear through the gunfire. Very few of them survived and those who did ended up as pet toys and puppets for the tin-heads. From that point on everybody started calling the Tin-Heads Runners. Because it was a name that their leader Bogdan had for them. He would chase you with their pet hounds if you were caught out at night or breaking Runner Rule, it was a manner of sport for them. You could call it a game in such a sense where they had what they needed, they controlled what they wanted and lived the way they decided. Safe to say that very few dared to touch them and after a few weeks of this continuous behavior from the The Runners and in an odd sense they were more fucking organized than when they were still the Tin-Heads. Can’t help it but you have to admire the leader type when you meet one and this prick ruled with an Iron fist and swinging his cock around enough times to blind out any virgin mary, plus he had the firepower behind him to back up his desires. Sure he had a Ego-wanking habit and spewed more shit from his mouth than his ass but the man got shit done and hell, he got what shit he wanted. There was more “protection” with him in charge and the “Empty Heads” were more like their little attack dogs, compared to the Pit Bulls that were the Runners. It didn’t take long until most raiders, clans or fucking insects joined up with the Runners. Whether or not it was voluntary or by force it really didn’t matter much, you don’t bite from the hand that feeds you as the old expression goes. After a few months there was nobody within a few square miles that would try and touch runners turf at least the main bulk inside runner territory. However on the outskirts it was a different story. They focused on internalising their space were on the outskirts they would have people like us, myself and other survivors that they regularly called Fodder. A sort of meat shield against the other Raiders and especially the “Toy Troopers”, a local group that took control of various gun and weapon stores on the outskirts of the city. If it wasn’t the hassle from the Runners one evening it was these cunts from the other side and on a lucky night it was the meatbags. They were more a pest than an actual threat and were good target practice for the most part but you would still have those rare nights when a huge city horde would pass by and even with all our target practice we always needed the Runners help. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This is where it went too far for us, day in and day out we were fucked on each end by either the living or dead, our own or others. This is what life was for us and how far we were tested by it, a fucked up asshole stretched further than a hookers pussy. Afterall, it just took that one push, that slip of the tongue or stepping of the toe to finally make meat of us all. Can’t really tell in all honesty when this all happened but we all know how it went down when things turned to the worst.You tend to stop counting and caring about the days after a while and those who did normally ended up with a rope fetish. At first we would look and it was shocking, then the shock value would just turn into dread. Now? We do nothing else but laugh about it, can’t help but smirk thinking about one choking himself off both ends as his salute away to the Runners and the rest, a fucking fat big bird right at the cunts. But we needed them back then and they knew that when it happened. I remember well when Andrei returned from the usual “pick me up” downtown past former “Empty Head” turf with the blankest expression I ever saw on him in my life. A horde, the size of a football stadium six streets down south on Trooper and Silver Turf, little but nothing remained there, explaining the extensive noise over the last few nights of gunfire now ending with a chilling silence. We were left with little option, once again we had to ask for help from the Runners, once again we had to get on our knees and lick whatever they wanted so we could survive the following horde attack. But this was not the case this time. Bogdan knew we needed their help desperately this time, using this to his and the Runners advantage there was only one price for their protection. So the cunt looked at us, I remember his gaze and the presence of control he had over his men at their stronghold at the city center one that reeked of not only men that hadn’t showered for months but of gunpowder, gas and chemicals used for their drug line. We sat there like obedient pups only to be told one thing would save our lives: Our Women. This was a constant problem for them, within the original ranks of the Tin Head’s they had zero to no women so most of them would come from other turfs or were captured in their local night parties in their territory to boost their ever dying ranks of women. In those days as Bogdan would always say: if you wanted to live under runner reign, you run by runner rules, fucker always thought himself as the new Valle In-Clan with his forked tongue. This for us was our snapping point were we would take no more of his bullshit, we all knew what would happen if we gave up our families and friends to them and this is where enough was enough and left the camp all with the same thing on our minds, the same objective and same desires: Run the Runners out. We returned back one hand empty but the other with a gun in our hands loaded to the brim with bullets. We knew they would come if we didn’t reply to them within 24 hours, it was a rule that Bogdan likes to have to put a little bit of pressure on those inside Runner turf so we set up at our homes, preparing traps behind the walls, guard posts on the roofs and cars blocking all back and front entrances readying ourselves for the fuckers to walk right into, no longer would we sit back and let them take from us, no more shall we allow them to abuse us and use us we are in control and this what was said: _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ We know things are bad. Worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore. We sit in a house as slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster, and my TV, and my steel belted radials and I won't say anything. Well I'm not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad! All I know is first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a human being, God Dammit! My life has value!" So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Did you expect a hero’s story sweetheart? Where the princess finds her husband and we all find the Garden of Eden? It was a fucking slaughter,the fuckers gunned us down one by one quicker than a slaughterhouse killing of a herd of animals. Face the facts,we stood no chance at that moment against the former Tin-Heads but we did gain something from within their ranks: A respect. Very few actually challenged them at this point of their rule, they were always looking for people who would say no and prove their worth. This is what they looked for somebody to prove their worth just like how they said no back when Bogdan shot down his old boss. Those who survived were taken in, either as slaves, bags or as future fighters like myself. Our women were put into use as they desired and our children were either put into the care of the Runner Elite or put into cheap labour, children required less food and less to drink so why waste supplies on feeding full adults in labour work? It wasn’t a simple process though, we were chained up like animals, our mouths covered by a mask to silence us and dehumanize us, making us their Pups training us like wild animals to become a trained killer. Simple things of obedience, being told that you had to sit when they told you to sit, it was drilled into your head from the beginning and from the moment we entered the camp. The fact that we were allowed to live because of what we could bring to the pack. No matter how much you hated Bogdan for what he did to us, what he did to our families and women there was one thing that you always had for him, that was respect. He taught us what it truly meant to survive here in this world and what it took here in this shitfest. At first it was hard, shooting a man because you had to or robbing a family because you must but if you didn’t you would have been shot yourself and the more you think about it that's all that matters: Ourselves. We learnt that if we all strive together for our best trying to push each other it will push others with us. An Alpha chain and pack were the those strongest would climb, while the weaker would get shot or serve as a pet. We served under him, served under the Runners for months working with them gaining their trust and slowly becoming our own family not by choice but by necessity. What never kills us shall only make us stronger and we must be the strongest. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ @Stagsview- Vilem Sortec @AndreyQ - Kevin Nivek @Para - Radek Svarc @Castiel - Drazan Kovac @Craig Brutus North @Terra -Betka Komarek @Ron - Vadim Hora @Elmo -Sebastoam Sladek @Smixxa -WIP- _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Former Alphas: Bodgan bulavar @Roman Killed 25th of March 2019 by @Stagsview in a cue for power. Was knifed and then shot by @Mademoiselle only to be finished by the rest of the cue members. His reign lasted for 1 year and was succeeded by Vilem "Buzzo" Sorted. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Current Alpha: Vilem Sortec Vilem Sortec Current objectives: -Set up Bodgans Raider radio station and begin transmitting {Location found, objective timer 3 weeks} -Fully intergrate "Comfort" into households in south Zagoria {Ongoing and permament objective} -Breeding program. Our men are hungry and need entertainment to keep moral up. {Ongoing and permament objective} -Main control of the Raiders within their ranks {Ongoing objective} -Bring the new meat into the fold and find Kevin Niveks deepest desires. -Rape, pillage, plunder and control- _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Our group in reality as it currently stands has no goals as they are basically “survivors”. There is nothing original about this group besides we are trying to bring a new flavor what it means in “Bandit RP”. The group is based off of hord/alpha mentality and our actions will be determined by the leader who leads the group. The name could change as the leader changes along with the playstyle of the group and the objectives. More information in regards to our objectives are found on our private documents that have been provided towards the Loremasters and will also be able for those who apply for the group itself. We hope to bring something special with this group. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Interested in joining? We are always looking for new members, regardless of age and experience. Just fill out this format and sent it to @Stagsview One thing i do have to do. Is Thank Both Valkerion and Fox for the help with design of the group. Both great lads and miss you both xx. Age: Country(Timezone): DayZRP Experience: Previous Clans: Experience with Russia/Russian culture: Explain to us what you understand from the lore: What is your favourite 80’s track? Why would you like to join us?: Your activity in a week: Brief backstory: Character skills: What role would suit you best?: Suggestions for the group: Extras:
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    Dead Batteries [Recruitment Open][Active]

    will do rolle, will copy pasta it over for you.
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    Dead Batteries [Recruitment Open][Active]

    If the admins or staff ask me to make a new thread. I will be more than happy to.
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    Dead Batteries [Recruitment Open][Active]

    It's more than possible. If that person kills the leader and agrees to the batteries ooc terms, the batteries will become that person's attack dogs. The groups goals are defined by the alpha. Not all alphas are going to wish to die to external sources. But each one will permadeath once In charge. Some might even be willing to have permanent Kos rights in them and be couped at any point.
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    Dead Batteries [Recruitment Open][Active]

    IC info: Current alpha for the batteries is a man going by the name: Bogdan. He will be challenged within the next few days and the new alpha will be proclaimed.
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    Dead Batteries Media Thread

    A true gangsta.
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