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  1. You're posting chat logs from a man not involved in the situation at all. He's at work and hasn't been in game since last night
  2. You claimed that you did not get a response, and then admitted you got a response. which is it?
  3. We pulled you into a voice channel in our discord and you said you were good. Please post your stream evidence you stated in the initial post.
  4. Evans Chekov POV: Odezva boys were headed up to Green mountain so we could check on the charity. During our travels it started to heavily rain so we decided to stop at the charity create a fire and warm up. We met this man at the entrance to the charity, who said he was thirsty so I offered him a can of soda, and got to work on a fire so we wouldn't freeze. After the fire is made we're all hanging out around it talking, we ask him what he's been up to and he states he's trying to traffic drugs in the area. Being police we immediately initiate and restrain what we believe to be a criminal. Up to this point he had been calling us "player" which is fine, but after we restrained him he called us "player" again, we demanded he treat the Chernarussian police force with more respect, to which he replied "What are you, gay?" or something to that effect. My friends hit him with the butt of the gun and he fell over dead. The OP was streaming this entire encounter on Mixer, and I'd like to ask for that footage to be posted from the entire encounter. we weren't informed how low health he was, and he made no attempts to roleplay like his character was near death, so we assumed based off the information we had that he was only thirsty, which we helped him with prior to initiation, not about to die.
  5. Death to all false governments, a good Chernarussian would not support a false state and would instead join Odezva to secure and protect a future for everyone! //Thanks for the compliments though =D
  6. excellent, more family to replace the dead, Evans approves. Slava Chernarus.
  7. Evans POV: We were standing around the campfire celebrating and drinking when over comms one of our boys on overwatch lets us know several people are approaching. I let Zikmund know and run inside the police station to try and set up overwatch myself. I heard a shot prior to initiation, which I thought was just for infected, and proceeded to hole up in one of the rooms for some time. The door was breached, and I was door banged.
  8. *Ashvens body lies on the pavement in Pustoshka near the pub, a page full of scribblings lies near him.* " Day... somethin or other, it's a friday at least. I never actually write down my thoughts or feelins. Pa always said that was for queers and women, wonder what he'd say to me if he met Johan. Well I managed to find some decent paper and a working pencil, no eraser though, so I'll just have to write well. My name is Ashven Davis, my Ma was a Chernarussiun nurse, and my Pa was Sgt. in the U.S. Marines. I grew up in Lubbock Texas where I could never be myself. If you're readin this, hopefully I'm not dead and someone just stole and tossed my shit. It's been a rough few years, and I don't know which one of those options I'd prefer. I'm currently writing this by campfire while on third shift watch for Odezva. Times have been hard since losin my first squad, I lost myself for a few years, stayed alone for some time goin crazier. I've been blamin myself for everyones death, but watching Armin die was the hardest. It's sad to say, but I hope I never meet his brother in this life, even now I can't hold it together while thinking back to that day. Fuck I aint supposed to be cryin, but that man and I were close. I hope Johan never sees this either. I aint cut out to try and carry myself like I've got the biggest dick on the planet, I feel like I'm not a good leader because of that. I try to be humble and helpful where possible, I only joined the military because that's what Pa wanted. I wanted to be a firefighter, aint met no one who dislikes a firefighter. Maybe it's time I try to live for myself and for what I want. It's Sunday, I think, another third shift, been a few days since I last wrote. The Major seems to want me to be a hardass. I'm tryin but it's not in my nature, I'm a good ol' boy. I like these Odezva guys I consider them friends, but I aint a cold blooded killer, and torture aint up my alley either. He's calmed down a bit since I sent that radio out to Russo, but I can tell he really wants that man dead. I'm startin to think I might not be cut out for what they want. I really believe they're tryin to do right by the world, but we aint got the systems in place to put away the men who need to be put away. There's an old prison on the southern coast I think, I'd like to lock people up there, maybe set up a proper rehab center. Get these people help and recivilized. It feels like our goals are unreachable at this point. Maybe that's just my broken brain crying out for more vodka. I'm gonna dig into my stash and ride the high before the guys wake up. They can't know I've been self medicating. Friday, been about a week since I first wrote. When I was young I knew a kid, Pa said he was simple, but the kid had the best scores in math and science. I think Pa said he was simple cuz he looked a little funny and didn't play with the other kids, but when he got older we became friendly for awhile. He talked a bit about his dreams and goals, said he wanted to go to space if I remember right, he was a good guy, ended up movin from town right after high school. Said he got accepted to some big technical university for aerospace engineering. I'm only mentioning him because last time when I was waxing poetic about goals and dreams and wondering where I fit into this new world, I started to think back and he came to mind. I hope he achieved his dreams before the world went to shit. I hope he got off this god forsaken rock. I'd rather die in space than here. Pa was wrong, we're the simple ones. I plan to burn these soon, I don't really want my group seein these thoughts let alone strangers, once the paper is full I'll burn it. Wednesday I've got a belly full of food and a bottle of vodka to share with the group. We've been making big moves, establishing a presence on Deer- Major wants me to use the Chernarussian term, but for the life of me I can't fuckin remember it. Maybe I'll ask hi- We're trying to set up a permanent home agai- Hopefully this n- *the rest of the page is unreadable due to bullets holes*"
  9. Evans Chekov is no longer the man he was when he first came back to Elektro all those years ago. Originally born and raised in Elektrogorsk, Chernarus he left to go to medical school in Russia before returning to his home country during the civil war where he was immediately drafted into the Chernarussian Defense Force. During this time he saw a good amount of combat, and it turned what was once a jovial boy into a somewhat more reserved man, but after the war was over his old personality did start to shine through again. After the war, he took a leave from the military to work at the hospital in Chernogorsk where he felt his skills would be put to better use. He was happy for some time, his brother Armin, and mother Annya came to visit him often, and during his time at the hospital he had met a woman, Tatyana, they had fallen in love. After dating for nearly a year Tatyana informed Evans he was going to be a father, and so put on a quick timeline Evans proposed. They were married New Years Day 2011, they ended up having a boy in May 2011 who was named Faddey. These were very peaceful and happy times for Evans, he carries pictures of his family and wife from these times. However it seemed as if god himself willed Evans happiness to end. It was now May, 1, 2017, Evans aged mother had moved in with him and his wife in Elektro since his brother was working with NATO at an air base in the north west. On the news there was violence in the streets after some extremists attacked a wedding. Evans had been waiting by the phone, his anxiety at an all time high. He knew it was only a matter of time until the government called on him to serve, but he did not want to leave his happiness, behind, he didn't believe if he was called he would see his family again. He was unfortunately, right, on the third of May he received the call and was ordered to report for service in Berenzino where the military had set up near the hospital. Over the weeks leading up to the outbreak he talked to his family over the phone several times, but his duties kept him from coming home. During the early morning hours in the second week of July, Evans was awoken by shots ringing out from outside the camp. Apparently a vehicle carrying a NATO squad was overrun by rabid townsfolk on the way to Berenzino, and now the hospital and military encampment were surrounded by townsfolk fitting a similar description. Evans had little time to think, but the first thing he did was find a working phone and call his wife so she could take his family somewhere safe. She didn't pick up, but he left a voicemail and ran to his post. Several CDF members were shouting as they fired, but he heard someone scream "Shoot the head", and so he did. Ten minutes, half a magazine, and 12 confirmed kills later there was only quiet and the smell of spent gunpowder. After taking a minute to collect himself, he confronted his CO. Apparently something happened in Severograd the men from NATO were being sent up to check it out, and Armin was among them. They were a unit under the command of Ashven Davis a name familiar to Evans through phone calls with his brother. Only two bodies from the NATO team were recovered, neither of those two were among them. Evans pleaded with his CO to let him leave, to form a search party and find these men, but in the end he was told no, and nobody would be sent for them, so Evans dropped it and went back to his duties for now. That night, under the cover of darkness, Evans grabbed his gear, extra water, and MRE's and left. He found a car abandoned just south of Berenzino, and used that to make his way southwest to Elektro where he could grab his family call his brother to set a pickup point and hopefully get out of here towards Takistan. Unfortunately by the time he got towards Kamyshovo he noticed more of these townspeople who were acting rabid. He didn't have time to shoot so he drove past, but the anxiety in his brain was off the charts, "If it's down this far...", he thought, "Elektro is too close". He was right, Elektro was too close, but it wasn't the soon to be called infected that were the problem. The infected don't use guns, but bandits, people willing to murder those unable to defend themselves do, and when he walked into his home where the doors had been busted down that's what he saw, his mother in a wheelchair by the door, blood dripping down her face, and his wife and child full of bullet wounds. Evans broke down, he could not take in the sight he was seeing. His immediate reaction was to vomit, and his next reaction was to run, but he forced himself to stay. He was going to bury his family. He sobbed while digging each grave. He dug a fourth grave, but seeing as it is a sin to commit suicide, so he would leave it open for later. He spent the next two years and several months figuratively underground, trading occasionally but always using fake names and information. He stopped a bandit once trying to take everything from a trader, that's where he lost his eye and got the scar on his face. Luckily the trader helped him get that patched up, it was the first real positive human interaction he had, and while they went separate ways after sharing a meal, he took that interaction to heart and started looking for a place he could belong.
  10. Nice going Major, I'm sure we'll get them baddies
  11. "You send your roses, you overly aggressive asshole. Make sure to have Riley come along. Me and the boys will give her a special treatment since she's so familiar with Russo."
  12. "Sir, I'm sorry but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you, however if you want a hand rolled I'm happy to share. Unfortunately regarding the situation with Mr. Russo a scrap won't bring back the lives he took from us. As much as I'd like to just trade blows and share a beer, I have my orders."
  13. *Ashven takes a long drag on a home rolled cigarette, he coughs a little before holding down the PTT* "Mr. Russo, I have been asked by my commander to find you, preferably alive, so we can give you a proper trial. I want to make my life easier so I'm asking you to just turn yourself in. I already have confirmation that you've been seen traveling with the Black Roses" *Ashven releases the PTT and takes a drag again, letting the information sink in* "If you don't want to turn yourself in, I'll be forced to take more drastic measures. I hope you can make this easy on both of us Mr. Russo" *Ashven releases the PTT, and pokes the fire with a stick*
  14. *Ashven presses the PTT, the crackling of a campfire and some muddled talk is heard before he starts speaking* "Peace huh? You gonna help Odezva take out these fascist groups trying to squander a piece of the pie? Sorry, pal, but a good ol' boy like myself is only interested if we're putting bullets into skulls, because talk aint worth shit to some of these groups." *there's some silence before the transmission ends*
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