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  1. *Presses down on PTT and a strong Cuban accent can be heard speaking* "Most of you putos talk a lot of smack on the fucking radio homes but like I never see any of you pinche gueys pull up and talk this to our face mein" *takes a drag from his cigarette* "Stop talking all this shit before most of you catch this smoke homes" *Releases PTT*
  2. *Picks up his radio* "I've been considering going to Novaya to see if my once known enemy would be welcoming" *pauses for a little* "I traveled to Novaya yesterday to talk to a few of you but i only ran into two of the demons and a man named Ash i think it was" "He welcomed me to the town and seemed nice enough" "Ill be around again to talk to you Biggsbe" *Places his radio down*
  3. *Presses down on PTT* "Hola to anyone that gets this, my name is Hector Gomez i am a former Green Dragon looking for a place to call home" *Static can be heard for a few seconds* "I have been roaming these lands for a few days now looking...*STATIC* for a place to call home and any group to call a family" "If anyone is out there looking for someone loyal try and contact me" *Releases PTT*
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    The Green Dragons

    my feedback is let hector take more balls pls and thank you
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    S1-Abuse of game mechanics 2019-01-25, 02:00-2:32

    Hectors POV: We were currently sitting in the large Grey barn in Kab taking fire from a enemy located in the double green. We pushed towards the building and eagle had entered the building first to find a floating backpack(player) in the corner upstairs with his friend, when eagle began to shoot the guys friend which was visible the player that had made himself into a backpack ran outside only to be gunned down by one of the District members.
  6. *Hector holds down his ptt while laughing* "When are ju stupid people gona learn dat ju cannot fock wit us man. How many more huevos am i gonna have to cut off your frens to learn dat ju arent gonna win dis war" *Releases the ptt*
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    Kabanino NON RP and KoS

    me and kolya both logged off after the 30mins
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    Kabanino NON RP and KoS

    you initiated on me and I turned and started to open fire on you guys and said those hurtful words in name of rp
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    S1: RDM/BADRP Kabanino around 19:45

    My POV: After being robbed and questioned i was left only with water and no food or a knife to cut rags in case a zombie attacked me. I almost died due to bleeding and no food but thankfully i came across some asian traders that gave me food water and rags to keep myself alive.
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    The Green Dragons

    kolya is playing Erik and I am playing as Hector Gomez
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    RDM Novaya Petrokvka 14/01/2019

    I am currently cooking rn can you give me roughly 10mins
  12. This is my story. Born in the year 1981, and in the quiet little town of King Kirkland, Ontario. Such a peaceful time before i decided to take a trip to Cherno, my life was peaceful i had a nice farm that was passed down from me from my loving grandfather. He was the only person that showed me any love throughout my life since my gram died of heart failure and parents died in a car crash when i was just a small boy around the age of 3. I was visiting an old military friend near the Balota airstrip when the virus broke out. Due to the panic from the large outbreak in Severograd which caused many refugees traveling down the coast seeking shelter and aid i was unable to return home to my hotel. After several days i was sent with a team of soldiers to evacuate, when we came across Stary Yar on our last stop we only found bodies scattered across the roads and fields. I immediately rushed towards one of the commanding officers to ask what had happened here when a large group of infected came bolting from the tree line to attack us. The soldiers held a firing line for as long as they could before it was breached and everyone went running around scattered, and scared. I entered one of the homes after managing to escape another near death experience i've had in my life.While running from those creatures i ran into a nice old home at the edge of town that was empty until i entered and saw a young boy hiding under his bed crying asking for his mother and father in his native tongue but unable to speak to the boy i calmly walked over to him and gently took him in my arms and tried to sooth him while the air was full of screams and gunfire. That is the story i tell everyone on how i got here and how my life came to be but really my name is not Billy Anderson that is just an alias i use, for i am a wanted man in South, Central, and North America for crimes of drug trafficking across the Americas. My real name is Hector Gomez but most people call me El Chapo Gomez but the people that call me that are those that fear me or work for me, if you are fortunate to be my friend you can call me Gomez. I escaped Central America on a flight to Chernarus to sprout some new business over there and potentially starting up a new drug trade route with access to Europe and Asia but of course all that got fucked over when the civil war hit its peak and not to long after that dead people started walking around fucking up everyone's business and mine, i guess karma did catch up to me after all.
  13. Journal Entry 1 This is my story, my name Sergei Petrov i was born in Moscow, Russia in the year 1970. I was not born in fancy home with caring parents, i was born and left at an orphanage. I had to fight and steal everyday just to get a meal and a bed to sleep on, ever since i was a little boy i knew i was destined for greatness no matter the cost and then that's when life gave me a chance. At the age of 12 i had stolen some goods with some friends of mine from a shop owned by the Russian mob, when they caught me they asked who else had helped me steal but i did not squeal cause i am no rat, an old russian man by the name of Markov Antonovich was questioning me and beat me relentlessly to make me squeal but as i told that fat fuck i am no rat and he can suck on my cock. The man was angry but also saw something in me he had never seen before, a fire in my heart that would let me do anything wanted. So from that day on he took me under his wing and taught me the ropes. By the age of 17 i was a well known member of the russian mob with the help of my “father” Markov, he was the only father figure that i had in my life. He taught me one important lesson before he died due to some greedy fuckers within our organization, “always keep one chambered even if it's for your closest friends”. Time passed and i eventually took over his business as one of Russia's best arms dealers, people feared me even my own friends and family feared what i had become i was power hungry wolf as most called me, and that's when i started to get the name the Red Wolf. This name came with a lot of blood behind it. Journal Entry 2 Business is good in Russia but we need to find another place to expand to, one of my associates told me about this place called Chernarus, relatively small country but they are currently in a civil war which in our eyes is pure profit and exploitation to be set into place. This was all before the infection broke out and we got stuck there like the rest of those degenerates that call that shit hole home. Time and place is not necessary to mention but all i know is we met up with some of the “Chedaki” as they call themselves, we met with a few of their superiors to talk business and might i say the way these commies cock suckers were going business was gonna be good for us. But that did not change the fact that we could of made money on both sides of this stupid war so we sold weapons and armaments to both sides the CDF and the commies. These stupid fucks thought that we supported their cause and were doing this for the right reasons but little did they know i couldn't give less of a fuck about any of them and all we wanted was a pretty penny. Journal Entry 3 5 years after the civil war in Chernarus i had met up with one of my associates Ivan, we met and i had told Ivan that Chernarus still has some money to be made. After talking with Ivan for a bit and sharing a few drinks he had told me that he would go and talk to his boss and get back to me when the time was right to start business again in that shit hole of a country. (To Be Continued)
  14. *Presses down the PTT button* Are there any Military Personnel still active please respond! *the frequency starts to get cut off* This.....Vasi....looking fo....soldiers....of....CDF! *Radio gets cut off completely and only static can be heard*
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