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  1. Hatrax

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    +1 here! Sorry for those who voted no (I can understand, they have some solid reasons for not wanting it), but I think this is brilliant and will spice things up.
  2. Instead of changing the battery from the radio to the flashlight and vice versa, why not remove the radio directly? It does not make much sense that everyone has a long-range radio, but do not have a simple flashlight. In this way, finding a radio would really be an amazing find, a relief. They would become quite coveted, I even think that people would use them more. Maybe the idea sounds too hardcore, but it seems like a step in the right direction.
  3. HAHA okno. Jokes aside, my name is Raul and I'm 27 years old . I'm from Spain. In most of games nickname's "Hatrax". I've been around for a few days, but I just decided to give my greetings to you all. This community feels so f**ng cool that I can't belive it With a very large list of games played and an eternity of hours on them, I can't define my kind of game. I definetly love RPG's, but I'm open to everything. I've role-played quite a few times, and on very different games. I don't consider myself an expert role-player, but I love it and always do my best. Single player games are my favourite, they use to have the best story-telling content. But since we are on DayZRP, I can't wait to make our very own stories and choices! I never been good at introductions, neither goodbyes. So I think I'll leave it there. I'm really into this community, and looking forward to have very good times with all of you.
  4. June 2017. Together with my squad, I am assigned to the eternal watch over the Crimean peninsula. Things were getting tense between the pro-Russians and the Nationalists, so NATO decided to send around 350 troops from different countries. The first time I pulled the trigger, it was a shot in the air to attract the attention of a crowd that was dusting each other. The last time I emptied a cap in the Crimea, it went straight to my own mate's brain, thus stopping the force of his jaw embedded in my forearm. August 2017. After leaving the peninsula by the Strait of Kerch, I had stopped distinguishing between living and dead, I started shooting anything that moved ... For some strange reason, the infection of my arm did not spread how it was supposed to be. I saw others with all kinds of bites, some wanted to eat me and others just opened fire on me. I did not understand anything, neither his language, nor his hunger, nor his desire to open a hole in my head. I had lost all contact with the headquarters or my colleagues, so my only choice among all this mess was to survive. Soon I wish I had not. November 2017. A group of quarrelsome sadists had cornered me in a hotel, near the coast of Novorossiysk. For each one that sent to hell, they returned three more. The ammunition was scarce and had been 3 days of persecution without tasting a bite or just drinking water. I thought that was the end. February 2018. When that pendulum clock struck 12 strokes and everything was dark, it was blood time. I began to doubt about the treatment they had offered me: If I managed to impress their leader, I would be released ... Sometimes they would release me in a cage to fight bare hands against other captives, another time they would give me a pipe or a stick with nails to face several infected. But it seemed that they enjoyed the show so much that they would keep me there until I died. They even gave me a nickname ... Midnight. May 2018 ... or so I think. In a carelessness of my captors I managed to sneak away as I had never run into the darkness of the night. I ran barefoot for hours, my feet were bleeding but that was the least of my problems. It was the most terrifying experience of my whole life, there were voices around me whispering, I could not see anything, sometimes they pulled me and I could hardly get away. Finally, with the first light of dawn I arrived at a lake. I plunged into the water and let myself be carried by the current, to a bend where there was a rest area. I could make out a sign where I was: Lake Beloe. I deduced then that the torture center from which I escaped was in Belozersk, so as soon as I replenished forces I headed east. My intention was to cross the black mountains to reach Russia. August 2018. I had deviated a lot, but it did not matter to me either, since the idea that the Soviets would provide me with shelter quickly vanished. The thing got worse and worse the further it went. The whispers had returned, in fact, I think they never left me. I could not tell if they were the voices of my loved ones, of my companions or of all the people I killed, but it definitely was not the voice of God. When I was walking down a lonely South Zagoria road, the voices stopped and synchronized. They said: -Here ... Here ... Right here. That's how they were for days. For some reason I decided to stay around. I knew that I had gone mad, but I still distinguished between good and evil.
  5. I totally agree. If that's possible, we need it to happen asap.
  6. Havoc is a very simple boy born in the rural Ireland. He moved with his grandathers on Galicia, Spain at the age of 16. Learned the family's ocupation of fishing on boat for long seasons in the high seas. Sometimes they never returned to land in several months. His grandfather taught him every thing he knows, even to captain the ship on short travels. They received a very lucrative offer to fish sturgeon on the Black Sea, so they accepted. They moved to Constanta, Romania. With the few savings the had, they rented a little boat and a coastal apartament room. One catastrophic day, when they were fishing far, far away from the limits of the black sea, they catched a radio distress call. A ship with over 3000 passengers were stuck and sinking not very far from their position, near to the Chernarus shores. They decided to help... What a bad decission. The situation were a total chaos. People was talking about some kind of infestation going on with dead people returning to life. They headed to Chernogorsk port, and people went nuts. They even jumped off the boat, refusing to "go into that hell of a place". Now Havoc wishes he jumped off too, he wishes they've never attended that distres call. I'ts been months since the arrival. Grandpa died a few days before they got into land, bitten and taken back to life as one of the infected. Havoc never had the strength to finish him. He's been running and hiding since then, even lost the sense of time. But he keeps sanity. He's ready to do whatever it takes to still alive as long as he can.
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