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  1. @Jack the Ripper @MeenMuginLovin @Otto @Whitename @Bigtoe @JkpFrog @Wulf_jon @Honeybee And all the Mountain Men and Corporation involved. Was fun.
  2. Born in Gorka, Alyona came from a pretty normal household. Her father was a police officer and her mother was a nurse at the town’s clinic. She had an older brother, who went off and joined the military and an older sister who moved and married someone else. All was well until her ninth birthday when her parents thought it would be better and safe for her to live with her uncle and aunt in the Americans. With less than a month to say goodbye to everyone she loved, she was soon shipped off. Now living in California her with her aunt and uncle her life would have its typical childhood ups and downs, even going into the teen years. She would write home often to her parents and also write to her brother and sister. At the age of fifteen she would hear the worst news ever that her parents died in a car accident. Grieving, she took the first flight to Chernarus but didn’t stay long after the burial. It felt like it was a strange world she walked into. It wasn’t home to her anymore. She bid her sister and friends goodbye before leaving to California. A few peaceful years would pass before she would join L.A’s finest. She has always been fascinated with being a police officer since her father was on himself and would tell her bed time stories about being one. It wouldn’t take her long to figure out how brutal being a cop would be and the scars to prove it. Another year would roll on by before receiving a letter concerning her brother from her sister. Leaving California one more time she heads to Chernarus and into the unknown.
  3. Wolfen

    The Damned (Active Recruitment)

    Great job on it @Jack the Ripper and @Keira! Can't wait to start doing things that are "necessary"!
  4. Looks like something a person I know would have wrote. TLP
  5. *Laying down with his bag behind his head, acting like a pillow, he holds the radio and flips through the channels he stops at the word of "steak". Sitting up some pushing his bag to the side of him so it doesn't fall off the ledge, scoots himself back and leans against the railings. Looking over his shoulder he chuckles softly at the horrible sudden death if he were to fall off this tower. He looks forward, presses down on the radio and with a chernarussian accent chimes in. * "Fantastický, I could go for steak or food all together." *You can hear him chuckle softly then continues.* "If any near Olsha or Svetlojarsk, would like trade for supplies. Až příště moji přátelé." *Releasing the button and putting the radio into his vest. He grabs his bag and sets it back how it was before, with him laying his head on it like a pillow. Sighing lightly, he closes his eyes and hopes to get some sleep before he moves out again.*
  6. Wolfen

    To The People of Severograd and Beyond (Open freq.)

    *Sitting back in a chair with his feet propped up on a table loading his pistol magazine. A slight smirk forums from his lips as he listens to them all bicker like small children. Back and forth he listens to them argue. Sighing lightly he sits straight up taking his feet off the table and to the floor, setting the magazine down. Looking at the radio for a moment he finally picks it up and chimes in with an Chernarussian accent.* "Ty blázni, proč ne obojí? Taktiky z nějakého důvodu." *Setting the radio down back on the table he sits back down, grabs his pistol and starts cleaning.*
  7. It was chaos all over, the dead coming to life. Before anyone really could understand what was happening in Chernarus it was far all too late. I was a pilot, if you can still call me that, of the Chernarussian Air Force. Flying continuously in helicopters to search for refugees or anyone that was still left alive. The areas my unit was in where deemed lost but that didn’t stop us from trying to save people. With the Russians bombing more closely to the border areas, NATO along with other CDF support on the ground, the visibly of everything was next to nothing. Smog and smoke filled the air. The visibility was zero so it was no surprise that I clipped a tree sending us all into turmoil. The men screaming getting thrown around everywhere in the back end and even some getting injected out. Not only did I lose my bird but I lost a few good men that day and before I knew it, I would lose them all. It’s not the screams that I have a hard time forgetting but the sick smelling of rot and death. Even in this fringed climate , it’s the one thing I will never forget. The only thing left for me to do is survive because dying right now is not an option. - CAF, Lieutenant Aleksei Danilov
  8. "It was chaos all over, the dead coming to life. Before anyone really could understand what was happening in Chernarus it was far all too late. I was a pilot, if you can still call me that, of the Chernarussian Air Force. Flying continuously in helicopters to search for refugees or anyone that was still left alive. The areas my unit was in where deemed lost but that didn’t stop us from trying to save people. With the Russians bombing more closely to the border areas, NATO along with other CDF support the ground, smog and smoke filled the air. The visibility was zero so it was no surprise that I clipped a tree sending us all into turmoil. The men screaming getting thrown everywhere in the back end and even some injecting out. Not only did I lose my bird but I lost a few good men that day and before I knew it, I would lose them all. It’s not the screams that I have a hard time forgetting but the sick smelling of rot and death. Even this fringed climate, it’s the one thing I will never forget."
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