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  1. The Corporation [Open Frequency]

    *Looking at the beat-up truck he used to pick up Shark, he grins and presses the PTT* "Dobrý den, this is Skopec, I made contact with Agent Shark here. Mister Man received Cérny Nákad limousine service as always, he now napping at my depot. I require further instructions, where shall I bring assignment, dah? Skopec, standing by."
  2. Potius Cras

    You better be careful that you dont get KOS'ed while admiring the beauty of the local wildlife. Thanks man, had a lot of fun too!
  3. Potius Cras

    So we try finding an out-of-the-box nickname, come up with the Czech word for 'ram' and it causes immediate trouble because it sounds too similar to the Egyptian God who's already in the group
  4. Potius Cras

    Awesome! Glory to the peopl.... uuuhm, to the corporation!
  5. Krystof Stanicek

    Krystof grew up in Miroslavl where he was one of the few lucky ones who were able to enjoy a decent education all the way to graduating despite the economic difficulties of the country. He was able to secure a decent job at a small freight forwarding agency handling imports and exports through the country's only international airport. Whereas everything seemed to work out for Krystof and the agency in the beginning, the circumstances got a lot worse after the civil war broke out in 2009, the economy suffered severely, directly reflecting in a devastating order situation, especially for small independant businesses like the one where, just a year before, everything looked like Krystof might be able to make a solid career and live a peaceful, normal life. Let's pretend one could fully blame it on said order situation at the forwarder agency. Well, stating it was devastating was only half the truth, to be honest. The situation was indeed devastating when one looked at the regular shipments that a freight forwarder would dispatch, all the smaller and larger assignments by local and foreign businesses, you know, all the things that move within, let's say, the borders of law. However, there was definitely not a lack of demand for, let's say, all those transport needs that go beyond said borders of the law. And hell, those transport needs can be one worthwhile business! Through his contacts at the agency, Krystof was able to secure a first assignment that involved getting a pretty important piece of cargo through (to be honest, rather "around" than "through") customs. All went smoothly and soon, he was contracted by various different players of the crisis, all those who value qualities like speed, discretion or the ability to circumnavigate local authorities. Soon, one of Krystof's specailites became getting things into - or out of - South Zagoria, the region that was hit hardest by the violence. Wheter it was weapons for NAPA or cigars for a weird Chedaki platoon, if the relation of risk and reward appeared right, Krystof found a way to make the transport happen. However, the time had to come when the civil war came to an end with the Chedaki being pushed back further and further, and Krystof was looking into an insecure future once again. For what was his business by now, the fat times were gone for good. It all just didn't look bright when he was approached by a specific contractor who was looking for exactely what Krystof had to offer. Discretion and know-how of getting into and out of South Zagoria no matter the circumstances. It all appeared quite sketchy from the beginning on, but the prepayment alone was worth more than any other of Krystof's jobs had ever been. Krystof knew barely anything about that new job - let alone the name of "the corporation" - but he did not have to think twice before he signed the contract.
  6. Increased Lore Awareness!!

    The amazing narrative of the lore was what got me really hyped up for DayZRP when I applied for whitelist tbh., I literally dug through all the different lore & update threads while waiting for approval. I loved the vibes created by the lore and was really thrilled to partake in that story. I know different people have different styles, and a problem might be that I only joined the community after all the lore groups were already gone (so what feels new and exciting for me has already been seen and lived-through by others), but I would really enjoy more IG interaction with the lore (or the opportunity to contribute to any lore faction/group myself). Others may think differently, but the bits and pieces "scripted" through lore updates really bring progression and "a point" into the otherwise (at least for me) quite stale "everyday-hotspot-hangout" - even if it is limited by the IG possibilities, which truly sucks. Nonetheless I think it is a great idea to at least try to increase the awareness and appreciation of the already written lore. I second the banner idea! Maybe the sub-forum's name could at least include "lore" instead of its current name "Stories & Journals"? Another great idea that probably was overlooked too much, hidden away in a thread in a sub-forum, was @JoffreyRP's reading of the lore update (making the lore a lot more accessible to people who dont enjoy reading that much). Also love the lore-related events although I couldnt attend one yet as I mostly travel on weekends. Maybe more, smaller (less work-intensive) bits also during the week (ideally at compatible times to European full-time employed players)? ... anyways, great to bring the topic up! And Thanks a lot for your efforts @Major
  7. *Yuri jumps up as he hears a voice actually replying on the current frequency. He quickly grabs his walkie talky, pushes the PTT down, but then holds for a second, reconsidering what to answer, before speaking:* Да, товарищ Аякс, я думаю, вы правы, непреодолимость меры предосторожности стоит тонны лечения. Давайте не будем обсуждать имена людей, вы никогда не слушаете. Петров узнает, кто я, если товарищ рассказал вам о ... *his voice would cut for a second, he then would spell the letters out loud* Роман Леонид Михаил - мы, возможно, никогда не встречались, но если вы действительно с Петровым, мы стоим на одной стороне. Товарищ, я чувствую, что настало время для людей подняться. Я не могу больше объяснить радио, Петров должен знать, кто мы, вы можете сказать ему, что мы поддерживаем постоянный поток сигарных принадлежностей. *you could hear Yuri's dirty laugh* Где я найду славных товарищей?
  8. *Exhausted from ascending all the way up the highest hill in the direct vicinity, looking to maximise his walkie talkie's reach, Yuri bumps down to catch a breath for a short while. After a minute has passed, he presses the PTT and begins to talk in Russian* Товарищ Петров. Я не знаю, периодически ли вы настраиваете эту частоту. Один товарищ сказал мне, что я, скорее всего, доберусь до вас так, если вы еще живы. Я слышал, что ситуация в нашей любимой родине вызывает беспокойство, и врагов народа много. Помните, что вы не все! У нашей причины еще много сторонников. Я продвигаюсь на Юг, чтобы помочь вам в решении любого вопроса, стоящего на пути правления пролетариев. Если вы живы и слышите мою передачу, пусть все, кто жив, знают, что время людей должно прийти сейчас. Товарищ, я жду, пока ты подтверждаешь, что слышал передачу. Я стараюсь контролировать все частоты, используемые движением народа, но я не знаю о приеме. Но судьба принадлежит людям, и мы встретимся и будем бороться за будущее людей! Слава народу! *Yuri slowly releases the PTT, looking at the sun setting in a dark orange colour behind the hills in the west. After a while he would switch his radio to another frequency written on a crinkled piece of paper and repeat his message, then monitor the frequency for a while to then carry on with the next one noted down*
  9. Yuri Kalinin

    Yuri Kalinin, son of Ivan and Natalya Kalinin, was born in a long and cold winter, a short year before the collapse of the USSR. His was a simple family, his father Ivan was employed in the then state-owned quarry in Solnichniy. It was no great job, but during the communist rule it was a rather secure employement and it was enough to get by. However, just about a year after Yuri was born as the family's second son, the USSR collapsed, and Chernarus became an open, market-driven economy. The quarry was privatized in 1992, and everybody was enthusiastic about the economic upswing. An upswing that never actually happened. It was not even a full decade into the plant being privatized, when in the winter of 1999 a roof collapsed due to heavy snow, and, more importantly, skipped but much needed renovation investment. 14 workers, including Yuri's father, were buried by the greed for ultimate profit. Tough times followed, but still my mother somehow managed to get me and my older brother through our youth, earning just enough to survive by cleaning the appartements and houses of others who had been luckier with the new free world. My brother finished secondary school and began his duty in the Chernarussian Defence Force in 2006. The political unrest in their home country heated up just after Yuri had finished school as well two years later. With the economy going South, extremist voices were given more importance, and especially nationalist opinions seemed to pick up importance very quickly. For Yuri's family, despite having lived in Chernarus for generations, the situation became more and more uncomfortable as ethnic Russians. They had a bad feeling and it appeared to be more than rightful. It was one of the first warm days in 2009 when Yuri's mother went out to get some groceries. In front of the corner store she used to go to for decades, she was held up and brutally battered by a NAPA goon squad, for no reason but being a "Russian slut". Five days later, she passed away in the hospital in Berezino, succumbing to a head injury received on said day in 2009. Hearing what has happened, Yuri's brother Artyom deserted from the CDF, knowing they were more or less allying with the NAPA, took his younger brother, and the two fled North towards the Russian border. Wisely, Artyom had purloined two AK74Us, and while they were trying to get North through the forests, he did his best to teach his brother how to operate, maintain and use it if necessary. The brothers reached the Russian border, but while attempting to sneak out of the country they ran into a Chedaki platoon. Both of them were eager to avenge their parents' deads - the father murdered by capitalism, the mother murdered by fascists - but the Chedaki only allowed Antyom to join them. They had no capacity or will to take Yuri with them, as he had no military experience at all. However they helped Yuri to get across the border, where they linked him up with the Russian Leninist Militia, a group of - from time to time quite rigorous - political activists supporting the cause of the Chedaki. Yuri spent the next few years in Russia, first helping to smuggle funds and weapons into Chernarus during the civil war, and after the war had ended, he made significant contributions to the formation of an underground organization of idealists who were quite unhappy with the state of their beloved home country after the civil war. However, also due to the Chedaki's deeds, their political influence was minimal and they had little chances to change the world for the better... Yet, when the infection hit the country and the capitalist society appeared to collapse, the game changed. This might be the time for the heroes of the revolution...
  10. Great to have you back @NinjaGriffon! Had a great time tonight, thanks to @justmate and @Cosmo too ("Die, son of a b****(capitalist!)" - simply bljatiful RP!)!
  11. *Axel, scratching his head, would listen to his radio coming to life. After a couple of seconds a smile would appear on his face. He'd press the PTT and calmly reply with a ponderous voice, however not completely able to hide his amuesement about the reference* Uuuh ... I guess ... A spectre is haunting Chernarus ... *static* ... the spectre of Communism! *He'd release the PTT but leave his radio on the same frequency to hear whether somebody else would join in*
  12. Group goals overhaul

    Much love! Think it helps with both coming up with great Goals and taking them into Action ICly to think of the SMART concept when writing them! Regarding the Time-Bound Thing: maybe it would be easier to define Goals somewhat along the lines of "urgent"->"short-term"->"Long-term"->"continous/ongoing" instead of setting a fix deadline? Maybe more realistic/achievable than having to define precise dates for "high-Level strategy goals/missions"?
  13. At my parents' for Christmas and New Years eve, wish all of you merry Christmas and happy holidays! Will be back in the first week of January to make 2018 the year of the revolution