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  1. Whitefur

    Fides et Virtus [RECRUITING]

    Put that bible minor to use, senpai!
  2. Katina is a radio technician affiliated with the Chedaki forces after she was brought in to the organisation by her late brother, who died fighting the CDF. She was a part of Samuel's platoon, and remains with them to this day. She is committed to the Chedaki cause, and assists in whatever ways she can, usually in a support and organizational role rather than in active combat. Currently, she is working on a project to repair the communications system at Altar, as well as maintaining a flow of information across the territory the SSZAF control.
  3. Whitefur

    Features relying on logs have been disabled

    And this is why I will never host a game server unless it's on my own metal.
  4. Whitefur

    What was your first RP encounter?

    Spawned, then ended up bum rushing altar castle with a pp-bison and getting turborekked after being convinced I totally would live.
  5. That isn't even a nice picture of me
  6. Whitefur

    The Remnants of the 85th Platoon [85th]

    It´s back boys.
  7. Erron was scared. The man with the gun seemed even more aggressive now that he didn’t answer his question. “I asked you WHAT IS YOUR F**KING NAME!” the man yelled. Erron was panicking now, and it was obvious with all of his shaking. What was he going to answer? He decided that he was going to answer with the only thing he knew he could. The only words that escaped his lips were simple. “I…don’t…know….” And with that everything went black. Erron suddenly snapped back to reality. He was in his hotel room. He looked around the room with sudden surprise, and he really didn’t know why. It was a strange sensation of something traumatic that was only imagined, and neither existed in reality or memory. With a sigh he unplugged his phone from his solar battery. The country he was in had a different adapter, so he bought a solar battery to charge his much-needed cell phone. He looked at it a second, saw the missed calls from his travel advisor, and out it down to think. Why did his parents send him here? What was the point? The answer, or at least what they said was the answer, was to break him out of the shell he had constructed around himself as he got older. Sure he had no friends, never went out, and just studied and read books, but what was the point in all of that? It would never help him now, or later in life. Even then, a photography trip to a country in the middle of nowhere wasn’t going to help that. He sat and reflected a moment more before turning back to his phone and sending a call to his agent. “They won’t let you leave” the agent said in a panicked tone. There goes my plan to get out of this early, he thought to himself. “Any reason why?”, Erron asked. “Something to do with a riot in the west or something, nothing really uncommon nowadays. The travel restrictions new though”. Erron thought on this for a second. “I guess that’s what you get for going into a slightly unstable country” he thought. “Will it impact my plans at all?” he asked. “As long as you don’t go that far west you should be okay. Where do you plan on going again?” the guide asked. “Hiking along the northeastern shoreline north of the bay around there, going to go hiking for a week”. “You should be fine then, just be careful”. With that Erron hung up. Putting his phone down, he thought about his future actions, and whether or not he was being safe doing it. “Whatever”, he thought, “Unless a riot can travel that far I should be fine. Besides, by that point the travel ban would be lifted and I can leave this terrible place”. Before long, a knock came on his hotel door. He got up to answer it, but when he put his hand on the doorknob the world passed him by, and darkness surrounded him. There that feeling was again. The feeling of nothingness that he had lived but not remembered. He looked up at the rocks around him. It had been five days since he left the dreary hotel room for the lush outdoors. He had already filled his flash storage card with photos, and got through an entire book of the Chernorussian language and halfway through another. Learning came natural to him, but living was a different thing entirely. As he walked, he spotted something in the distance. A small town, it seemed. It took an hour at his slow pace to finally reach the town, but as he approached he noticed something odd: nobody was there. He approached one of the houses only to find it empty, its door hanging open. Unknowing what to do, he walked into the house. His brain scurried to find the word it needed. “Hello?” he asked, somewhat unsure. It didn’t matter, as nobody answered anyways. As he wandered around, he walked into an office. There was a strange stench in the air, and as he investigated he walked upon something that would never leave his mind again. A man lying dead behind a desk. He immediately jumped back. He had never seem something like that in his life, and the shock was still setting in. No longer wanting to be inside the vile room, he ran out. Wondering what he was going to do, he pulled out his phone. “NO SERVICE” was plastered on the LCD. “What am I going to do” he said out loud in a panicked tone. The only logical step was to go to the closest town, so he opened the “Mapping” application on his phone. Scrolling through the menu he located the map file labeled “SZEGRIA.kml” and opened it. “Error loading some data” was the response. Looking for where he was, he found the top of the map empty, without any data. “What now?” was his only reaction. The only logical step was to head out for the last town beyond the rocks. The town that he had left five days prior. The farther he walked out of that town, the more the light faded away. The world returned to Erron running. “Almost there, I can see it” he said as encouragement to himself. It had been four hours since he left that dreaded town, and he could see the lights of the next. As he approached the docks that held the bay back from the town, he looked for signs of life. After searching a couple of minutes he found a dock worker. As he approached, he noticed the odd way the man was standing, looking around at nothing. “Hello, sir?” The man didn’t respond. Erron realized that the man may not know English, so he decided to address the man in his probable language. That moment made him realize the difference between books and reality. In a slightly broken accent, he addressed the man with a simple hello, in which he received no response. “Maybe he didn’t hear me?” Erron thought, but as he got closer all of his thoughts changed. The man noticed him, and let out an insane scream while running towards him. Erron panicked, and ran in the opposite direction. Running into a warehouse, he latched the door behind him. The man continually banged on the door, and the rusted hinges were not going to last long. Pulling out his wood-cutting axe, he waited. After a pause that seemed to last an eternity, the insane man broke the door down, and as he did that the boy lunged at him, axe in hand. The blade connected perfectly in the head of the man, who collapsed in a bloody heap in front of him. “Watashi ga naniwoshita...” And just like that Erron woke up. “Last chance before I have to insert a bullet in that pretty little face of yours, boy. I like to know who I pissed off.” The man, the gun, it all was back. “My name…” Erron could hardly get it out without trembling. “My name… is Erron… Erron Naddeo…” “That’s good, you see young dogs at least have a semblance of intelligence”, the man said addressing his partners. One of the men looked at the obvious leader, with a worried expression. “What is it?” the leader said annoyed. “Sir, I thought I saw something move outside”. “Ah, stop joking. It’s not very fun…” The door crashing open interrupted him. More men with military rifles aimed at Erron’s captors. “Now, I want you to drop all your shit and leave this kid alone”. The man, with the determined look of a madman, said the simplest last words of all. “Never.” Just like that, a flurry of bullets flew around the room lasting for only a second, and when Erron looked up all of the robbers were dead. “You okay kid?” The man asked. “Yes, Erron responded, “Fine”.
  8. Literally stealing my ideas m8 There are two issues with this idea though: First off, the DayZ engine uses a lot of Arma III's code (for some reason), and also contains code from the RV engine that is hasn't been deprecated in Arma III. This is bad because they don't want to open source some of the proprietary code they are still using for their main game. Also, we all know that modders will give up on the wreck that is DayZ's engine and backport (forwardport since DayZ's engine is older than Arma III's even though it's a newer game?) DayZ's most interesting bits (Chernarus +, some of the items, etc.) into Arma III, leaving the original game a ghost town. In all, this is never going to happen because people still seem to be buying it and they only have to put minimal effort into maintaining it.
  9. Whitefur

    Bringing attention to a new and exciting Arma 3 map.

    Anyone who can't see that Standalone is killing the server more than anything else is kinda blind or being purposely misleading. First, why not use the renderer and engine of Arma III? The map files are almost 100% comparable with one another, and if their version of RV is just a modified version of Arma II's engine with several of III's enhancements, it should be easier to port over or recreate the systems of Standalone than fix their mess of an engine (but its too late now anyways). Instead, we have a half-baked frankenengine that has awful ballistics simulation, terrible performance, and several bugs that honestly shouldn't be there. Why? I have two answers. First, there is a (strong) possibility that the current development team is either incompetent or are lead by someone who has no idea what they are doing. Personally, I would bet it's both. Dean left super early on for unexplained reasons, and they might put new devs on DayZ while their main talent work on Arma III. This is very common in game dev (ask me how I know). Second, there is the more malicious answer that Bohemia might be purposely skimping development resources on DayZ because they have no financial motivation to continue development. There are over three million owners of DayZ according to SteamSpy, and the game has about 3.5k players consistently. Arma III has a very similar amount of owners, and has about 28k players going all the way to 35k. Plus, Arma III is a released game and sells DLC *on top* of the base game. DayZ did *not* cost very much to make, and they are not actively developing it. Sales of DayZ are slowing down as most of their target audience by now either owns the game or isn't likely to buy it. Arma III is the same way, but is supplemented by DLC sales like Apex. DayZ has no DLC and most likely will not add it to avoid community backlash, killing all sales they might get on sales and uninformed users. Therefore, we have what I will call the "Star Citizen Effect". Since the consumerbase already owns the game, there isn't a financial reward for actually releasing it. DayZ is no Star Citizen, as they do not have a payment model like Ships to supplement development (love it or hate it, I don't care), meaning BI has no reason to ever work on the game to the point of a release because they already have your money. Several Early Access games fall into this trap, and can't support themselves through development as they cannot continuously generate funds and traditional investors know that.Therefore, there is no priority to develop DayZ as they have no real way of monetization before or post release. Therefore, DayZ will not be released as promised or at all as the money has already dried up. Am i calling it a scam? Not really, you and I knew the risks before we bought it. At the end of the day, blame capitalism or predatory early access sales gimmicks. Also, don't go into gamedev kids, it pays like shit. Edit: in the process of typing this rant I accidentally missed the main point: Your server is dying because people who own the game are either banned or have stopped playing, and there just isn't a large influx of players to join because they have no reason to buy the game in it's current state and this state will never change. Also, here is that steamspy data
  10. Im not sure if that is supposed to be flames, or dismembered body parts. 7/10 2spook
  11. Hm, the blue outline along with the lack of anything in the center kinda irks me. Maybe I like things a bit too busy tho. 7/10
  12. Whitefur

    If dayzrp had a gender...

    Top kek
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