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TheDankOrange

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  1. TheDankOrange

    A trade for camera parts

    *Daria wondering the river once again after his snooze cheerfully listens to Mel's response* *Daria depresses the PTT with celerity* "Yes. My name Daria Vidov. Ranger is people like me, we come to try and help those who might need. I'm sure it depends who you ask the reaction might change. We currently try to keep peace near the castle but have no objective yet. If you ever need the assistance you can try to call us, if you are not cannibal or serial killer we may offer the helping hand. Im sure if other peoples hear this they may give 2 cents and probably not as nice. If you feel the need to contact us use our open radio 104.5" "If i can help you more please tell, I know little about the politics and policies but i know enough to save my life. I hope you find your camera. Best of Lucks* *Daria decides to return to the dreams that occupy him before while finding a patch of grass.*
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    A trade for camera parts

    *Daria passively listened to his radio, flickering through the frequencies whilst leaning on the rock by the river he had just found* *Coming across Mel's broadcast he understands he can be of some use* *Daria squeezes the PTT* "Um, Hello, yes. I am Daria Vidov, I do not see camera every day, only before executions but you may have luck near the castle by lopatino. Plenty people do the trades there. I hope you can find your cameras there friend. I will be around the parts, good luck, be the cautious when traveling to it, plenty people wanting to not nice thing. My name again is Daria, I work for the Ranger, we can help you when ever you can talk, best of luck" *Daria releases the PTT and goes back to cloud watching*
  3. After hearing this Daria travels north just to meet him self thinking about what just unfolded in front of his eyes. Looking at the mess left of the human that was once not but 30 meters from him. He remains hidden as the human eaters scurry into the woods by a nearby gunshot *He presses down the PTT with his shaky hand* "H-Hello, I am Daria, I-I am hoping you can hear me, I pray for you to still be here, I know you may not hear this but I need to know if you can. I am nearby, please let me know if you are." *After taking a deep stuttering breath he releases the PTT*
  4. *While dozing off waiting for traders near the castle Daria scrolls through his radio hoping to find so music for once, lets out a sigh of defeat but listens to troubled man instead. Deciding something is better then nothing, he presses his thumb to the PTT* "Um, yes, hello, I am Daria, I do not think that you not having best of luck, but I think you are valuable, everyone here is a valuable resource, I am a Free Ranger, we try to help everyone we can. I am attempt to get you righteous but nobody is now. But I can gived you knowledge from what I know." *Daria pauses to take a deep breath and choose his words carefully* "If you have medicine then i tell you join the medics, if you are slavic there are many peoples who will give you disliking but also many who will like. Becareful who you tell where you are from friend. If you strive for you peace and order I tell you to seek the Interpol or Press if you prefer the truth. If you want to rebuild some of what was left, seek the house or bank, depends if you like being alive or dead, choose who you feel is friend. The rest I feel my opinon may have the bias and is for you to make. I hope this helps you find solace friend, If you need more help the Rangers can help. Good luck friend, you sound as if you need it" *Daria pleased with the informaty yet vaugeness of his response hopes it well help Leo but most importantly, not anger others. Daria dozes of to sleep once again waiting for someone to arive.*
  5. *Daria ponders for a moment choosing what words he knows meticulously, under standing this it leaves him troubled, but also acknowledging this may be important.* *Reasoning give him the motility to press the PTT* " .... . .-.. .-.. --- --..-- / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. --..-- / .. / .--. . .-. ... --- -. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / .- -- / - .... .- -. -.- ..-. ..- .-.. / ..-. --- .-. / - .... .. ... / .-. . --.- ..- . ... - .-.-.- / .. / .- -- / ... ..- .-. . / - .... . / -. . .-- ... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... .-. .. -. --. / .... --- .--. . / .- -. -.. / .-.. .. --. .... - / - --- / - .... . / ..-. .- -.-. . ... / --- ..-. / -- -.-- / -... .-. --- - .... . .-. ... / .- -. -.. / ... .. ... - . .-. ... / .. -. / .- .-. -- ... --..-- / -... ..- - / .-- . / .- .-. . / -.-. ..- .-. .-. . -. - .-.. -.-- / .... --- .--. . / - --- / .-. . -- .- .. -. / .. -- .--. .- .-.. .--. .- -... .-.. . / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . / ... .... --- .-. - / -.-. --- -- .. -. --. ... / --- ..-. / - .... . / .--. .- ... - / .... .- ...- . / ..-. --- .-. -.-. . -.. / ..- ... / - --- / -.. --- / ... --- .-.-.- / .. - / .... --- -. --- .-. ... / ..- ... . / - --- / ... . . / -.-- --- ..- / .- ... / .- / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. / -... ..- - / ..-. --- .-. / - .... .. ... / -- --- -- . -. - / .-- . / -. . . -.. / - --- / ..-. .. -..- / --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ...- . ... / -... . ..-. --- .-. . / .-- . / ..-. .. -..- / --- - .... . .-. ... .-.-.- / .-- . / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / ... .--. . .- -.- / .- --. .- .. -. --..-- / --. --- --- -.. / .-.. ..- -.-. -.- .-.-.- " *He eases his grip on the PTT, finding solace in the fact what has been said is in the past and can no longer be changed*
  6. Daria finishes digging the grave and sits in it for a while, listening to the 'идиоти' for quite some time, now downing the half a bottle of vodka and 4 ibuprofen tablets he has left. Until he hears her. *Daria sprightly pushes the PTT* "You leaved us in the dirt, faces in the ground of mud, they know you and you know them" *The events of the day replay through his head, forcing him to stay silent for a few seconds" "She may not be dead but you killed her, I killed a man today, the life he lived is not here with me no longer, I bury him now." "..." "You are plans are no clear to me but i need not know them to see who i should trust, for it not for what you did to us today the man i standed over now may be breathing" "..." "I hope you prayed for this you кукавица" *Daria get out of the grave and rolls the poor English boys body into the aperture*
  7. Born in Petka, Serbia, to a poor family that had little grasp on education. Worked as a farmer for the few short years in his village until he was 8 and moved to Canada to be given a education and better chance at life. After many years working towards his Masters in Chemistry, and majoring in Biochemistry, he was hired by the Russians to research Bio-Fuel. During the initial stages of the outbreak he had remained hidden in the various villages of the west, and now wanders the land for a place to begin research for a suppressant to buy time for the people that sheltered him.
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