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  1. Mark

    Returning

    Hey folks it's ya boy making a quick returning post. I'm pretty sure most of the people I played with aren't on this server anymore or have moved on to other projects but I'd figured I'd make a post and say hello again. Anyways, I've been away for a while because of life stuff but as of this weekend I'll finally be able to play again. I should be back IG either Sunday or Saturday night. I look forward to seeing y'all out there! Edit: I almost forgot. I was hoping to bring back a character from the lore faction I was in back in the day and I've got some questions I need to ask about lore stuff. Who would I ask about this stuff?
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    Lore stuff

    Hey all so I've been away for a while and noticed that there's been some changes to staff. Notably that LMs aren't a thing anymore. If I had to ask a couple questions about lore related stuff for one of my old lore faction characters who would I ask? I'm mostly just trying to see if I need to retcon some developments we made.
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    favorite initiation lines?

    "Get your dicks up and put your hands in the dirt!...Wait, I got that backwards didn't I?"
  4. Oh god it's this guy. Long time no see bud.
  5. Good stuff. If you need any help with early infection lore or some of the later stuff I might be able to help out.
  6. Eric Grieves was born to a middle class family in Athens, Georgia. He had a comfortable Southern childhood full of fishing, camping and other outdoors pursuits. A shy, serious child, Eric signed up for Boy Scouts as a way to make friends. The organization helped him develop his born love of nature, and taught him important skills. High school Eric was still most comfortable with his few close friends from Boy Scouts. Popular kids in school saw him as, well, something of a Boy Scout. Eric didn’t care; his eyes were set on the future. He earned good grades and made his way through the badges to become an Eagle scout. After high school, his SAT and ACT scores made him a shoo in for Emory University. Eric loved rising to the challenge of his tough college classes. His academic success gave him more confidence, and he began making new friends. He discovered a love for bioengineering, and eventually chose it as his major. Eric busted his ass throughout undergrad and got excellent grades. He passed the MCAT with a score of 526. Eric would have been easily accepted at any local med school, but again, he couldn’t help but challenge himself: Harvard Med school was the one and only place he applied. The day he received his acceptance letter was one of the happiest of his life. Harvard Med was absolutely brutal for Eric. The course load kept him from getting any quality sleep for the entirety of his education. But it wasn’t all bad; he still maintained a bit of a social life. He had plenty of friends, and a few one night stands, but he hadn’t been in anything resembling a romantic relationship since high school. Then in his third year of med school, he met the love of his life. One night some of Eric’s friends asked him to join them for drinks at a local bar. It was a shithole dive bar that students frequented because the beer was cheap. Eric’s mind turned to his upcoming midterms and kept him from feeling fully connected to the lively scene around him. He ordered a random beer off the chalkboard menu, telling himself as soon as it was done he’d head home and get some sleep. He turned away from the bar. And then he saw her. Leah was so beautiful that men’s eyes followed her across the room like flowers following the sun. Eric knew the moment he saw her he had to talk to her, though he had no idea what he’d say. She took a seat at the bar near where he stood, the beer still clutched in his hand. Leah soon became aware of him as he stood there, struggling for something to say. “Is that any good?” She asked, indicating Eric’s untouched beer. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I saw you and I forgot to drink.” Without thinking, he held the bottle out for her to try. He immediately regretted being so bold, but she laughed sweetly as if he’d made a joke, took the beer from him and took a slow sip while looking him over. Eric thought all hope was lost and was to about to walk away. Then Leah patted the bar stool beside her. “I like this beer,” she said. “And I like awkward cuteness. So why don’t you order yourself a different drink and sit with me a while?” The two soon found some common ground talking about their educations. Leah was also a student, working on her bachelor's with plans for law school. They ended up talking all night before going home for a drunken hook up. After that night, the two were inseparable. Eric struggled to balance his relationship with Leah and the start of his clinical rotations. He made it work because Leah was worth it to him. He proposed to her in the summer break before his fourth year of med school, and they married a few months after he graduated. After a European honeymoon, Eric and Leah settled down in a little house near Cambridge while Eric pursued his Master's in epidemiology. By the time Leah finished her Bachelor’s, she was disillusioned with the law career she’d first mapped out for herself. She decided she was done with school. Shortly after Eric received his Master's, he was offered a job at the CDC; one of his old Emory professors had put in a good word for him. Leah, eager to start a new family in a new place, encouraged him to take the job. The two moved back to Eric’s home state. At first, Eric enjoyed his work at the CDC, but he slowly came to hate the office itself. The social backbiting of office politics was too much for him. After only three years, he applied to work for Emory University Hospital. Eric soon found himself working the busy emergency room. He enjoyed the change of pace. The direct impact he had on patient’s lives by healing them made him feel great. When the infection hit, Atlanta was chaos. Eric’s E.R. was overwhelmed with the sick and injured as the virus began to spread. Eric could read the signs of a horrible viral outbreak. He knew the CDC’s procedure for handling this sort of thing would be to quarantine the area and everyone in it. He knew he had to get out of town with Leah, quickly. As soon as he could slip away, he called Leah and silently prayed she would answer. “Hey, baby!” She exclaimed. “What’s up?” Eric was reassured to her her voice and fought to keep panic out of his. “Listen to me, baby. Do you remember when I worked for the CDC and you made me that promise?” “Yeah...baby, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.” Eric spoke quickly, “Get all that stuff I keep packed in the garage. Food, water, and all our camping stuff. Put it in the car. Do not answer the door and avoid contact with people. There’s some kind of infection here and it’s spreading fast. We need to get somewhere safe. I’m coming to get you now.” The instant he finished speaking, he heard an enormous crash from the other end of the phone. "Leah, are you okay? What the hell was that?" He gasped. “Two cars just slammed into each other in front of the house," she said. "Oh my god, I have to help them.” "No! Stay where you are." He heard her hesitate. "It seems like everyone's okay," said Leah. "I'm at the bay window, and I can sees other people running down the street to help them..." She trailed off, then let out a gasp. "They're...Eric, what's going on?!" "The noise of the crash must have drawn the infected. Leah, get away from the window." "Oh god...two of them are coming this way!" she said. A split second later Eric's ears were blasted by the sound of breaking glass as the infected charged through the huge front windows. A second after that, and his wife screamed. Eric shouted for Leah to run, but she had already dropped the phone in her panic. Eric sat on the hospital floor with the phone pressed to the side of his head and listened as they tore her apart. She screamed for Eric until one of the infected ripped her throat out. Then all Eric could hear was her drowning in her own blood as she died. He sat there with his phone in his hand listening to the silence for another ten minutes. Then he left for what had been his home. When Eric arrived, the infected were gone. Most of Leah was spread across the kitchen floor. She had been torn to pieces. Eric dropped to his knees and stared at her for a long time as something inside him broke. Futilely, he called 911. They were overloaded and his call didn’t go through. He took one last look at Leah, and silently left the house. The infection spread like wildfire; the National Guard couldn’t contain it. To get out of the city, Eric called some old contacts he had within the CDC. He promised that if they could get him to safety, he would work to help them fight the infection. His friends pulled through; he was evacuated to a facility outside Athens where he assisted in research to combat the virus. One day he was pulled from his lab and told he had been selected to join an elite group that was forming to fight the infection at its source: the VDC. Eric jumped at the chance. The day he found his wife dead had changed him. He was determined to do whatever it would take to destroy the virus. After months of training and being briefed on the notes obtained from the UN/WHO First Response Team, Eric was ready to deploy to South Zagoria. He arrived at Utes Island with the rest of the team and went to work setting up a lab to analyse field samples. The team collected data through radio transmissions from contacts within the country. A plan slowly formed on how to best begin the VDC’s operation within South Zagoria. The team left early one morning in a helicopter bound for the northern side of the country. Eric was scared; not of the danger, but of himself. He knew what the mission ahead of him would consist of, and what he might have to do. He knew that this would be unlike any other undertaking he had experienced in his life, but he was determined that no one else would suffer as he had. He’d find a cure, no matter what or whom he had to kill to do it.
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    Lore stuff

    Thanks for the quick response y'all! You can go ahead and close this thread up.
  8. Lmao omg I would have probably shit myself a little too.
  9. Mark

    Returning

    I think I know who you're talking about and I totally stole his name when he changed it lol. Pretty sure his forum name is Sparky now. It was a joke cause we we're both saying there can be only one Mark. I used to go by Mark3390.
  10. Aleksandr Vasilievich was born in Chernarus shortly after the fall of the Iron Curtain. His father, Vasily, was a Russian factory worker who came to Chernarus in search of work in the late 1980’s. Aleksandr’s mother Elena was a homemaker. After the Soviet Union collapsed the two wanted to leave Chernarus to return to Russia, but found themselves unable to afford the return trip. They moved from Belezorsk to Solnichniy in pursuit of work. Vasily found a job at the nearby factory and managed to afford them a decent home in the town, but he and Elena never truly felt at home. They were discriminated against on a daily basis for their Russian heritage. Even though they had spoke about putting off having children until things were a little better for them shortly after the move Elena became pregnant. As a boy, Aleksandr was taught to be proud of his heritage. His parent instilled upon him traditional Russian values and ways. This often caused Aleksandr problems when he was young. He began to experience some of the very same discrimination his parents had received. Other children bullied him because of his background, but he never let that stop him from being proud of who he is. Vasily and Elena truly believed in the Soviet Union and the communist system. The two exposed Aleksandr to the teachings of various authors in the hopes he too would become a believer. Their hopes were not in vain. Aleksandr read everything they gave him and in time he too began to believe in communism. At around the time Aleksandr came of age he began to feel the call to revolution in his heart. Years of being discriminated against had left him feeling angry and bitter. He watched in horror at the mistreatment his people received in Chernarus. He wanted to take action, but he felt helpless. Nationalists within the country were persecuting those who tried to take a stand. Despite the obvious danger Aleksandr started sneaking out his home in 2004 to protest with his fellow ethnic Russians over their mistreatment by the Chernarussian government. In 2005 Aleksandr lost his parents. Vasily died in an explosion at the factory he worked at. The police and others investigated the explosion and ruled it an accident, but Aleksandr suspected foul play. Nationalist groups within Chernarus had been bombing various place known to be frequented by ethnic Russians at the time. His mother, stricken by grief, took her own life a few months later. Aleksandr soon found himself all alone in the world. After the loss his parents he started to attend more protests. He fell in with members of the Movement of the Red Star and when the government banned the movement he went into hiding with them. Aleksandr spent that time in hiding training with the other Chedaki. At first other members of the Chedaki mocked him for being young, but he was determined to prove himself capable. With the Chedaki Aleksandr had found a home and he wasn’t going to give that up so easily. He pushed himself through the training and eventually earned the respect of his brothers-in-arms. When war came to Chernarus Aleksandr was ready. The war changed Aleksandr. He saw the price he would have to pay for his ideals and at first it scared him, but he never doubted he was fighting for the right cause. It was here that Aleksandr first met Joseph Fedorov. The man encourage Aleksandr to press on and in time became like a father figure to him. Aleksandr served boldly under his command. When the war began to draw to a close Aleksandr started to feel that perhaps the movement was no longer on the right course. The war crimes being committed by the Chedaki were too much for him. Like many other members of the Chedaki he went into hiding after the civil war. For years he hid out in the mountains as the world kept moving on without him. He kept in touch with a few old friends but he mostly spent his time in hiding, living off the land. Everything changed for him when the infection ravaged Chernarus. After CDF failed to hold South Zagoria Aleksandr could finally come out of hiding. He met with other survivors and through them heard stories of the BPR. With nothing to lose he decided to investigate the rumors and headed toward Belozersk. The journey was dangerous and difficult, but when he arrived he met with a patrol that took him in and questioned him. He told them his story and after some deliberation the patrol took him to Belozersk. It was there that he encountered Joseph again. Joseph vouched for Aleksandr and after that Aleksandr was inducted into the ranks of the BPR. He trained with Joseph for the battles ahead and when the time came he was more than ready to fight again. He left Belozersk with Joseph and his small unit help the war effort. On May 8,2017 the unit was ambushed and Aleksandr was separated from his comrades. Only recently has he been able to get in touch with his commander and link up with his unit. Aleksandr is hopeful for the road ahead, but he knows it will be a difficult one.
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    Chernarussian Govt transmission

    *Grieves would be swiveling in a chair at his desk with an open bottle of vodka in one hand and the radio in the other hand. When he stopped spinning he would settle into the desk and press the PTT. * Captain Cernik was it? An associate of mine mentioned your name and said that I should probably speak with you sometime soon. I might be able to shed some light on Dr. Westerly's whereabouts. I'll be in touch. *He would release the PTT and take a healthy drink.*
  12. *He chuckles a little bit before pressing down the PTT.* Thanks for the offer, but I found a new radio. The damn button kept getting stuck on the last one. I'd rather not say exactly where it is because I don't want some dumb ass going looking for it. Just don't go North of Severograd. *Releases the PTT.*
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    To those 'Doctors Strangers' that are 'interested' in me.

    *Grieves would stare his radio in confusion for a moment before pressing the PTT.* Ma'am are you referring to me? Also I couldn't understand about half of what you said there. Look, all I did was offer you some answers that are best not said over an open frequency. If you don't want them, then forget I ever said anything. *Grieves would release the PTT*
  14. The Solntsevskaya Bratva (or simply The Bratva or “The Brotherhood”) are, for all intents and purposes, the Russian mafia. They are a group of thieves and mercenaries that ally themselves within each other for the sake of comradery and easier survival, as well as getting their jobs done easier with their simple and more complex alliances. Each member has their purpose and their abilities with the Brotherhood. Some of these people range from petty thieves to money launderers, murderers, abduction specialist and torture professionals. For a full history of the Bratva and it’s creation, see here. Growth Weeks after the infection began, the remaining Bratva emerge from their hiding. Spread across South Zagoria, they finally meet again in Severograd, where a meeting took place to decide what was best for the Brotherhood. They decide, despite not being able to contact home, that it was best to carry on working in South Zagoria. The few living members find work where they can, and begin to spread themselves across the city. They take on jobs taking hostage those who have wronged their employers, and committing petty crimes to test the waters. Each job becoming more and more bold. Eventually they become hired guns, as they had been before. They take to gathering information, and dealing it where they see fit. Shortly after their first few weeks in the country, The Bratva take on numerous contracts to defend, rob, murder and otherwise contribute to the chaos that is Chernarus at this current time. With their name becoming quite famous, they do what they can to stem the offers and filter only the ones they see as lucrative. One such job is to join the town of Svetlojarsk and assess is viability as a base of operations. They intended to gain more contracts, send out messengers, sell weapons and more. While there, a conflict broke out between a leader of the Chernaruski Bratva and a non-local citizen of the city from a previous contract. They attempted to execute the leader in public, but ended up critically wounding her instead. While they believed the Bratva had scattered, they went into hiding for the winter and simply gathered their stocks and weapons for the impending spring. Anarchy Any Law Enforcement Any Non-Participating Govt.
  15. As much as it pains me to do this I'm requesting an archive. Current groups have put us at a stalemate.
  16. *Grieves would grab his radio and stop to think a moment before speaking.* The man who originally broadcasted on this frequency is correct. The area around that military base is highly irradiated. Please avoid this area for your own health. *He would attempt to release the PTT but it's stuck. You would hear the radio being banged on something and Grieves swearing at it before the signal cuts out.*
  17. I realized yesterday that I have a lot of screenshots that I should have been posting this whole time. Oh well. Better late then never, right? First up, I've got some old screens from back in the Riptide days. My first time meeting the other Riptide survivors on my first character. @Irrelevant @Taryn I'm not sure what we found here, but I'm pretty sure it's something important The first(and only)Riptide pants off dance off. Taryn, @WulfeGirl, @Irrelevant Doing a little car maintenance and fucking with @Jman14102. Pictured:myself, Taryn, @Otter, @Vito
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    Mark's Media Thread

    I think so. I can't remember.
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    Mark's Media Thread

    Look at this fucking sunset! A big moment for @FieJaxon and @RogueSolace @Taryn...you broke the matrix.
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    Solntsevskaya Bratva Media Thread

    Just trying to keep this thing updated. @Mademoiselle I've taught Meika well. I'm so proud of her.
  21. *Vasily would speak into his radio.* We are here. *He releases the PTT.*
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    Doctor (open frequency)

    *Grieves would pull out his radio and speak into it.* Because from what it sounds like you have questions, and I have answers. That's a good enough reason for a face to face, right? *Eric would release the PTT.*
  23. *Vasily would press down the PTT and respond.* I understand that this may be busy day for you, but would it be possible to meet somewhere else. I'm thinking perhaps Stary Sobor or Guglova. *Vasily would release the PTT.*
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    Westerly to Utes

    *Grieves would grab his radio and press the PTT* I'm sure you weren't expecting to hear my voice again Mr. Everest. In two days time I'll meet you at the place you mentioned. *Grieves would release the PTT.*
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    Doctor (open frequency)

    *Grieves would pull out his radio and press the PTT.* In two days time I can meet with you ma'am. It would be for the best if we did not broadcast the meeting place over open airwaves like this. Switch to frequency 86.6 and I'll give you another frequency that we can speak on. *Grieves would release the PTT.*
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