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About Kicker

  • Birthday 01/18/1993

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  1. Kicker

    Discord

    Awesome it worked thanks.
  2. Kicker

    Discord

    Hi, does anyone have an invite link to the Discord?
  3. Kicker

    Official Mentor Program [Accepting Mentee's]

    Sounds good thank you!
  4. Kicker

    Official Mentor Program [Accepting Mentee's]

    Your IG name and which subject are you interested in learning about? Edward Denore, interested in Survivor Role Play. What Timezone are you from and what time's do you usually play? I live in Belgium (GMT+2). I'll be on most Sundays or sometimes during the week. Hours are as random as my sleep schedule. How were you directed to the Mentors thread (Word of mouth, friends, report verdict, forums)? Whitename suggested that I check out this programme since I'm very new to this server so thanks to her. If you had to judge yourself and your role play, what would you say are your strong points and what areas would you like to learn about or improve on? I'd say I'm decent at role playing but I'm not a chatter so sometimes it's hard for me to keep a conversation going and I'd like to improve on that plus some general in game guidance on what to do/not do. Also I definitely need to learn how to survive in the wilderness: Make a fire, hunt, cook, where to scavenge and where/how to trade equipment etc. Thanks for your time! Now I wait until someone contacts me right?
  5. Thanks Whitename, that's sounds like a great idea! I have the Mentor Programme bookmarked and will check out sometime soon. I'm sure it'll make stepping into the RP world much easier.
  6. Born in 1993 in Vybor, a small town in Chernarus. Home to many hard working farmers and families. I remember spending my childhood playing in our backyard either playing with the ball or digging up dirt, on weekends my dad would take me fishing to that lake south of our town but i never had luck catching any so he would give me one so i can tell my mother that i caught one to make her happy. I remember the sounds of the airplanes flying above our town to and from the airfield north of us, they were loud and the sky was filled with the trails they left behind. My parents split up when i was only 10, i remember coming home from school and my father telling me to pack up because we were moving to western Europe to start a new life. I didn't realize the magnitude of it at the time and i was overwhelmed with the new life and the challenges it brought. My father struggled to learn the new language but he finally managed to learn enough to land a new job while i was at school hoping to make friends. After 5 years of trying to fit in, i couldn't hide the pain of missing home so i begged my dad to let me go back. He refused and said if i came home he would no longer talk to me. I never understood why he said that nor why he didn't want to talk about the divorce but i was determined. I quit school, saved enough money and bought a plane ticket. Finally made it home! I was beyond happy when my plane landed, but that feeling was quickly vaporized when the sound of gunfire and screams echoed in my ears. Civil war and riots repainted the faces of my people, my hometown was no longer the same. I rushed to find my mother who was still living at our old house, i never saw her this sad before. She had been lonely all this time, i had to take care of her and so i did. I made several attempts to contact my father in the next few years but to no avail. It was an evening in October, can't quite recall the exact date but i vividly remember having dinner with my mother. We were watching one of her favorite shows on TV while talking about my father and how our lives would have been like had we stayed together when suddenly the show abruptly switched to the news channel and that's when the news reporter said that a lot of people were getting unusually sick, they didn't say what it was or how fast it was spreading but before we knew it, it had already reached Myshkino just southwest of us. I tried to calm my mother down and told her that the authorities will have this under control. There was that sad face again, i won't leave her alone. We weren't allowed to go outside as tanks and soldiers filled the streets headed south of us. Fearing the worst, we hunkered down and hoped that the storm would go by. Next day we started hearing people screaming and running outside, that's when we knew that the infection was too disastrous for the military to contain. It wasn't safe anymore, we had to move. I had an uncle who lived in Russia and my mother said he'd keep us safe so north was our destination. The roads were blocked, we had to go on foot along with hundreds of people. After many horrible nights spent in the wilderness constantly looking over our shoulders, half of what remained of the group decided to go northwest seeking safety, my mother and i as well as the other half kept heading north. As we arrived at the border gates, it was dark and we were hungry and exhausted. We heard gunshots from the front and everyone started running back. We were being pushed left to right, i fell and lost my mother's hand and she was nowhere to be found as people kept pushing between us, i couldn't see so i called for her but my voice was lost between the cries of everyone running. I made a promise, i had to look for her and as the way towards the border gates cleared, all i saw was dead bodies piling up and there she was... My body froze and my mind shutdown, she was gone! That's when someone pulled my shirt and dragged me away from the flying bullets as i fainted. It all happened in seconds but it felt like hours. I woke up days later in an abandoned small camp and there were no traces of the people who took care of me, i was on my own. So here i am, alive and still trying to figure out why. Luckily i found this old tape recorder yesterday in a scavenge run and it only seemed fit for me to record my story on it and maybe... hold on i think i heard someth-
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    Rule mode question

    It's probably too late but what about making it so people who are in hostile mode simply wear a certain colored armband so they can be identified from distance without tabbing out? Since you don't need to get close to them to initiate anyways. Just a thought.
  8. Right, so basically make reasonable choices and not go against the odds when pressed into a tough spot. There are so many details to remember I'll have to read them again before playing lol but I'm sure after playing for a while you just get used to how things roll.
  9. Thanks @Sleepyhead that clarifies it for me. @Voodoo I was thinking that the situation happens in matter of seconds, so the victims have not yet decided to put their hands up and comply with the attacker and instead may choose to retaliate. Are they still considered hostages at that point? Basically I'm just trying to determine what their options are in that scenario.
  10. Hello everyone, I joined forums about a year ago and I still haven't played in the server lol but I just took interest again and wanted to make sure I understood all the rules before finally playing. They can be intimidating. I've read them a few times including some of the RP guides already but I still have a few questions. Apologies if they've already been answered before. What if person A and B who recently met are walking around peacefully and a random person suddenly approaches them with his/her gun aimed at their heads and began issuing demands. Essentially threatening their lives but not initializing a hostage situation yet. Do both person A and B have Kill Rights even if they're not a part of a group? If yes, can they both fire at the attacker if they choose to? If not, then which one does get the Kill Rights? A follow-up question: So the attacker must identify person A and B before continuing the holdup, however, the victims won't know if the attacker will wait for a response or shoot if not answered quickly so the question is: Do person A and B HAVE to identify the attacker before shooting? Thanks!
  11. @Rekhoem Thank you! It was a little tough finding the exact pictures i wanted but it worked out, i'm glad you liked the story!
  12. This is Edward Denore and this is my story. 1993 | Childhood Born in 1993 in Vybor, a small town in Chernarus. Home to many hard working farmers and families. I remember spending my childhood playing in our backyard either playing with the ball or digging up dirt, on weekends my dad would take me fishing to that lake south of our town but i never had luck catching any so he would give me one so i can tell my mother that i caught one to make her happy. I remember the sounds of the airplanes flying above our town to and from the airfield north of us, they were loud and the sky was filled with the trails they left behind. 2003 | Change My parents split up when i was only 10, i remember coming home from school and my father telling me to pack up because we were moving to western Europe to start a new life. I didn't realize the magnitude of it at the time and i was overwhelmed with the new life and the challenges it brought. My father struggled to learn the new language but he finally managed to learn enough to land a new job while i was at school hoping to make friends. 2008 | Transition After 5 years of trying to fit in, i couldn't hide the pain of missing home so i begged my dad to let me go back. He refused and said if i came home he would no longer talk to me. I never understood why he said that nor why he didn't want to talk about the divorce but i was determined. I quit school, saved enough money and bought a plane ticket. 2009 | Home Finally made it home! I was beyond happy when my plane landed, but that feeling was quickly vaporized when the sound of gunfire and screams echoed in my ears. Civil war and riots repainted the faces of my people, my hometown was no longer the same. I rushed to find my mother who was still living at our old house, i never saw her this sad before. She had been lonely all this time, i had to take care of her and so i did. I made several attempts to contact my father in the next few years but to no avail. 2014 | Endings & Beginnings It was an evening in October, can't quite recall the exact date but i vividly remember having dinner with my mother. We were watching one of her favorite shows on TV while talking about my father and how our lives would have been like had we stayed together when suddenly the show abruptly switched to the news channel and that's when the news reporter said that a lot of people were getting unusually sick, they didn't say what it was or how fast it was spreading but before we knew it, it had already reached Myshkino just southwest of us. I tried to calm my mother down and told her that the authorities will have this under control. There was that sad face again, i won't leave her alone. We weren't allowed to go outside as tanks and soldiers filled the streets headed south of us. Fearing the worst, we hunkered down and hoped that the storm would go by. Next day we started hearing people screaming and running outside, that's when we knew that the infection was too disastrous for the military to contain. It wasn't safe anymore, we had to move. I had an uncle who lived in Russia and my mother said he'd keep us safe so north was our destination. The roads were blocked, we had to go on foot along with hundreds of people. After many horrible nights spent in the wilderness constantly looking over our shoulders, half of what remained of the group decided to go northwest seeking safety, my mother and i as well as the other half kept heading north. As we arrived at the border gates, it was dark and we were hungry and exhausted. We heard gunshots from the front and everyone started running back. We were being pushed left to right, i fell and lost my mother's hand and she was nowhere to be found as people kept pushing between us, i couldn't see so i called for her but my voice was lost between the cries of everyone running. I made a promise, i had to look for her and as the way towards the border gates cleared, all i saw was dead bodies piling up and there she was... My body froze and my mind shutdown, she was gone! That's when someone pulled my shirt and dragged me away from the flying bullets as i fainted. It all happened in seconds but it felt like hours. I woke up days later in an abandoned small camp and there were no traces of the people who took care of me, i was on my own. 2017 | Aftermath So here i am, alive and still trying to figure out why. Luckily i found this old tape recorder yesterday in a scavenge run and it only seemed fit for me to record my story on it and maybe... hold on i think i heard someth-
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