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DeweyFew

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  1. Hello yall!

    Welcome to the community, I hope you enjoy your stay!
  2. / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / [ Everything Written Here Occurred In-Game Aside From July 14th, and 27th ] [ This Is Also My First Journal Post On This Forum, And I Will Keep Adding More To This Journal! ] [ It Has Been Great For The Past Weeks Playing & RPing With You Guise! @Saintz, @Vito, @Taryn, @neckrorazul, @Ruan! ] / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / ~ July 14th 2017 ~ Today, I found this book that was completely filled with blank pages, no notes, nothing, so I have decided to take it upon myself to use this as a journal. I've never been a fan of writing inside "journals" or "diaries", always seemed unnecessary to me in the old world. ~ July 27th 2017 ~ Today has been about, one or so weeks after the outbreak, I don't even know why I keep track of the days that go by, it seems pointless. I was jumped yesterday in Kamenka by two armed bandits and was taken far East along the coast, after a few hours, the vehicle stopped, I was dropped off, tied behind my legs, and left in a small town that I've never been to. They left me with the clothes on my back, rugged rags, and a road flare for some odd reason, who knows why. As I am writing this, I am heading North to hopefully find a military refugee camp to stay safe until all of this blows over one day in the future perhaps. I'm probably not going to write in this journal for awhile, I need to focus on my journey and staying alive. ~ August 5th 2017 ~ What a day today has been, I reached the Northern town of Stary Sobor, met up with a group of nice people, and trekked North to their camp where they allowed us to stay here for as long as we wanted whilst providing protection. The camp was pretty nice, I didn't have to share a cabin with someone thankfully. There was a clinic, and a source of water that we could drink out of, not to mention a small farm as well to keep us well fed. They weren't military, more or less civilian I believe, but the woman who was the leader here, Taryn Allegheny, alongside her wingman at the time, Winston West, were very kind, and didn't make anybody in the camp that was a visitor or newcomer like myself uncomfortable. I met a lot of nice people within' the camp, it is very odd to see that after all the shit the world has plummeted into, manners, kindness, and compassion hasn't been thrown out of the window completely. ~ August 8th 2017 ~ I finally have time to write in this journal, after the past three days of hell. After the day I arrived at Taryn's camp, I awoke to seeing men with yellow armbands wearing military equipment, wanting and demanding us to leave the camp. I don't remember the full story of what occurred, some woman that was a scientist, or something I believe, who stayed was taken during the night, and I don't know what happened, nor did I really ask in general. Taryn wasn't at the camp during this whole ordeal, most likely on a loot run with a few others, however Winston was beaten thoroughly as he was the only authority presence there to represent us and his group, some others as well were beaten and interrogated, including myself, though I only got a few bruises and a maybe a cut or two. Nobody at the camp resisted, nor did anyone attempt to, in fear of not only killing theirselves, but potentially everyone in the camp during that time. After we were evicted from the camp, some people traveled in groups like myself, and others just wandered out alone, hoping to find a new group or community perhaps. ~ August 12th 2017 ~ For the past couple days, myself, a few others, and the camp owners, all have been looking for a place to settle and stay at for good after we were evicted. We've been taking breaks on the road here and there, slept some nights, some not, and have been moving consistently. We stayed in a small town temporarily for a day or two, however we all realized that staying there was a bad decision, and decided to move once again. However, today we finally found a place to settle, and stay at, which was somewhat similar to the first campground. It had a few dozen cabins, a clinic, some lunch tables, and a few out-houses for people to do their "business". I have high hopes for this place, it's nice, secluded, and as long as nobody tells anyone on the outside that are dangerous, aside from those we trust where we are now located, we'll be alright for quite awhile. ~ August 13th 2017 ~ Everything in one night was taken and ransacked, tents, supplies, everything down to the last drop of water. To make matters worse, I had lost where the group had gone, since I was gone during that night on a loot run North, gathering supplies for our group. The battery in my radio was drained of energy, which was the icing on the cake on-top of everything that had happened. I spent half the day scouring the South coast looking for my group, I needed a rest, I encountered a survivor, I believe his name was Owen, who informed me of a place called "Kovars' Market", which was a market created inside of an abandoned warehouse on the East side of Chernogorsk. After having a nice long greet with the owner, Stanislav Kovar, I settled down for a bit, took a short nap, and after waking up and walking around a bit, I encounter a random stranger, who turned out to be Italian like myself, was named Joey Dizenzo. I had a nice long friendly conversation with him, he was a pretty great guy, until I asked him if he knew anybody I knew in my group if they were around here, it was until I brought up Winston, that he explained how he was his friend, and not too long after during our conversation, Taryn, Winston, and another individual who was a friend of theirs, arrived to the market. They told me about last night, and how the camp was ransacked and raided as they were sleeping, and have been in Chernogorsk most of the day. It was a great relief finding them again, I am somewhat disappointed in myself for not hugging them both, although that would've been awkward in retrospect. After that, I did some trading in the market, and decided to hit the sack outside in the market inside of a tent I had set-up. ~ August 14th 2017 ~ Today has been a good day, I spent the morning cooking up some chicken that I added some pepper onto, which may I say was fantastic, and did some trading with strangers and people I knew. Apparently two men were fighting over a girl, atleast from what I could tell, and one of the men knocked the other unconscious twice on each round, it was pretty exciting to watch, I'm just glad I didn't bet on either of them. During the fight Taryn arrived at the market, and her and I began talking outside about matters of myself being officially apart of their group, which to my surprise, I was! Later on was not so good, the VDV arrived to town, came to the market, and almost took away my Kalashnikov, before I could sneak past them whilst Winston was speaking to the two officials there. I caught word that we could live up North once again, and after everyone packed everything they could, including a few tents Stanislav graciously gave us since our camp was raided, we headed up North. In the event I leave this journal in a place like Kovar's Market, or somewhere important, I don't think I'll state where we stay and make our home(s) at, to avoid anymore unwanted "visitors". During a supply run later in the evening with myself, Taryn, Winston, and two others I didn't know so well, Taryn has been recently looking at me...rather passionately lately, perhaps of all the nice things I have done lately for the group I am sure as far as I know. I told them I'd meet them back at home tomorrow, being too tired to make the journey back, and decided to sleep in a deer stand until the next day. ~ To Be Continued.. ~
  3. Just A Quick Thank You

    A lot of people in this community, including myself, feel the same way as you do with this server and how the DayZ experience should be! I am sure everyone here hope you enjoy your stay today and in the future!
  4. What Makes A Good Character Page?

    Honestly, you just have to put effort and think of a great backstory for your character that intrigues others, but mostly satisfies yourself. Make your page look decent, but also put your own creative elements into the mix.
  5. Home Sweet Home.

    Not so pleasant memories.
  6. Too early for bandit groups?

    Given how early it is, I'd say Yes. After an apocalypse, either nuclear, infected, zombie, etc. "begins" and the government is no longer present, no doubt would people begin to start looting anything they see valuable, demanding people to give them their valuables, and so forth. Shortly after banditry groups would begin to form, the only differences being their characteristics from other formed groups. It's very plausible to meet people who in this point in time, are in so desperate of need, that they resort to holding up people they meet for their goods. I have zero problems with people forming banditry groups currently, as long as they are in character during a hold up or raid.
  7. Lost But Not Forgotten..

    From the album Scaletta's Journey

    ..After losing where my beloved newfound friends are, I must seek to find them.
  8. Scaletta's Journey

    These are pictures each day of Michael Scaletta's adventures.
  9. You saw me standin' alone..

    From the album Scaletta's Journey

    ..without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.
  10. Nightly Tall Tales & Shenanigans..

    From the album Scaletta's Journey

    "Hey Patrick, what am I now?" "Uh, stupid?" "No! I'm Texas!" "What's the difference?"
  11. Sunrise, Sunset..

    From the album Scaletta's Journey

    Watching as the sunset is beautifully aligned with a nearby distant castle.
  12. Hope For Humanity..

    From the album Scaletta's Journey

    "Perhaps someone someday may get this radio station working again, or perhaps not, it will likely stay as another abandoned ruin."
  13. Only One Motive..

    From the album Scaletta's Journey

    ..survive by all means necessary.
  14. It has been a blast for the past three or so days for myself, what started out as myself being a lone wanderer, soon shifted into an anticipating and great RP experience so far. @Saintz @Macbrine @Vito @Taryn It was hilarious. I swear I had to stop talking for a minute or two because I was laughing in actuality.
  15. Michael Scaletta

    Michael Scaletta was born in the small city of Zelenogorsk to his mother and father, Martha and Vito Scaletta on May 13th, 1994. The family lived in a small orange and green striped house South of the towns’ clinic. Michael's' early life was not easy, nor was it difficult for him, but that would change during his later years. At the age of 5, Michael was accepted to the school of Zelenogorsk, and up to the age of 15, he excelled in his education with the help of his parents and some tutoring along the way. Michael wanted to provide more to his family, he began to work for the Zelenogorsk Railyard, using a fake ID that successfully allowed for him to work, knowingly if caught, could mean consequences not only for himself, but his family as well. Not too long after, a civil war began in Chernarus, and protests began in the Northern parts of Zelenogorsk. Michael and his family kept themselves secluded inside their apartment complex, waiting out the protests that soon erupted into rioting that never spread to the Southern parts of Zelenogorsk due to the military force dissipating the violence. On the 27th of May, at the age of 16, Michael decided to quit working for the railyard, and quit is schooling as well. His parents attempted to convince Michael to not quit school, and to pursue in his career, however he denied all of their advice and wants. His parents never forced Michael to do anything they wanted him to do, and trusted he always knew what was right, and very rarely ever punished him, at this point, they had no choice, and resorted to punish him by taking his vehicle's keys and wallet which contained his official ID that he was given after he officially turned 16. Two nights later, Michael awoke in the middle of the night to find his wallet and his vehicle's' keys, and to his surprise, he found the keys and wallet hidden in a box on top of the kitchen refrigerator. Michael decided to make the run for it, and drove to a small neighborhood East of Windy Mountain, to stay at his friend's' house temporarily. On the 11th of July, Michael was desperately worried about his mother and father living in Zelenogorsk, as outrages had been occurring for the past two weeks. Saying one final farewell to his friend, Michael got inside his Sedan and drove to Zelenogorsk to meet up with his parents. Arriving from the East, was a military checkpoint set up before entering the town. After showing the checkpoint guard his official ID, he was allowed to pass and go inside the town after being searched for any illegal items or substances within’ his vehicle. Michael parked his vehicle outside the house and ran straight to his parents and gave them a sincere apology for leaving whilst hugging them both. After the 11th of July, Michael and his family held out in the town, not knowing the epidemic that was occurring in the far North was spreading to the South throughout day by day, . On July 19th, Michael awoke to the sounds of gunfire, screaming, and rioting outside, as the military and civilians were attacking one another. He and his family decided to make the dash to the Sedan and drive out of the town immediately. After all of them got inside the vehicle, the vehicle's’ battery had been drained, and a man snarling had ran straight up to the passenger window where Michaels’ father had been sitting and began banging on it to break it. The window did not hold, and before Michael could react, his father was bitten in the neck by the man. With Michael’s mother screaming in terror, he grabbed his father’s engraved 1911 out of the glovebox and shot the man in the face. His mother, using rags to hold down her husband's neck wound from bleeding out, told Michael to run straight to the clinic to grab bandages and to leave the 1911 incase of attackers. After running straight for the clinic, Michael oversaw the clinic had been in pure chaos. A large presence of looters, people attacking and ingesting other people, and people that weren't doing either killed whomever they saw. After what he witnessed, he immediately ran straight back down to his mother and father, to ultimately find that her mother and father decided to take the easy way out, using the 1911 that he left behind for her. Enraged, Michael grabbed the handgun and killed as many infected individuals as he could in pure rage. Knowingly if he stayed would possibly mean his death, he grabbed whatever he could from the house, and ran straight South towards Kamenka in hopes to get a boat and leave Chernarus for good. After four days of traveling and taking breaks along the way South, he reached Kamenka, and to his surprise, found it was completely abandoned and ransacked. He stayed inside a small apartment complex, awaking one day to two men pointing firearms at him, demanding to give them all of his supplies, including his valuable family owned M1911. After being stripped down to only the clothes on his back, he was taken far East along the coast, and was dropped off at a random town that he had never been to before. After an hour of struggling, Michael broke out of his restraints (which were made out of crude rope), and only had one motive to go by in this new world he was forced into, which is to survive by all means necessary.
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