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Rogério SkyLab

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  1. Aye boys, thanks for the great session today! I'd like to thank @Sam Fields, @pijkaCZ, @Sarilla, @Kirby Kunkka for the ridiculously amazing RP in Stary to Gorka! Thanks also for @Combine for providing that last piece of information I needed for my... Shady plan Great RP coming from @RogueSolace and all the other guys that came by Gorka. Can't tag 'em for I don't know their names Hope there's more to come
  2. That fucking moment you decide to record yet ANOTHER video series, because this time you got a good PC, and enough time, but you don't wanna ditch your carefully made U.N character

  3. Logan Sky

    Logan was born in 1996, in the city of Islington, London. His entire life was accompanied by a great and supportive family, who pushed him forward to whatever decision he thought was good. His mother was a Math teacher in a high-school by North London, and his father worked as a Mechanical Engineer for a big engineering firm not too far from their own house. As he grew up, his mind was decided to follow his dad's career, but he always thought that robot were overrated, so, as a surprise to his parents, Logan decided that he wanted to pursue a career in Radio-Communications. He joined the Imperial College of London when he was 18 years old, to pursue his goal, and right after completing all years of college, and after a big week of tests and interviews, he didn't get a single job. Although he had a degree, large amounts of good grades, and plenty of money to spare, his efforts weren't enough. In a big turn of events, Logan discovered himself as being a great singer and guitar player. As always, his parents supported him to the end of times with his new idea of becoming a worldly recognized singer, and so tried. He spent two years doing small shows around London City, eventually getting a trip to other countries of Europe, such as Germany, where he stood for a whole year, right after leaving for another set of performances. By June and July of 2017, he had three shows to perform in Chernarus, two being in Novigrad, and another one in Novodmitrovsk. Well, his plan didn't go as well as he thought, ending up in a big survival quest in a big city raging with cars, soldiers and ravaging zombie-like people. Most of his production team was murdered by the creatures, and his girlfriend that sang with him on stage suffered from the same destiny, giving him a bad memory that he would never forget. His stay in Chernarus was guaranteed to be somewhat permanent, unless he managed to get the hell out of that country, as soon as posible.
  4. Just found out that Z Nation's soundtrack is really relaxing

  5. How's your day going?

    I see a lot of threads about games, random subjects and memes, but I've yet to see a thread like this. I figured out we need to show some empathy to other members, and here are the basic instructions: - You can either talk about how's your day been so far, or comment on someone's day - Feel free to hide some personal details. What matters is that you're comfortable with what you're writing - Only constructive criticism and helpful advices should be used in answer to someone's day - You can't answer someone's critiques or advice in this thread. Make a PM and discuss it if needed - Don't be afraid to remove your post if you think that it's just unnecessary Now, think of this as some sort of free psychologist, but with the twist of internet anonymity. I honestly don't know how this might go, so be free to share what you want. If any Mods thinks that this thread is simply going to cause trouble, just remove it. Nothing against it Guess the OP starts: I've been part of a annual national exam for High School students today. For the second time. It's basically 180 questions, where 45 are related to Language, other 45 to History and Geography, another 45 to Science, and finally, 45 to Mathematics. My head is basically spinning right now, and I'm surprisingly excited to go to class in 3 hours (I know I should be sleeping). Day has been random, but at least I got a new guitar as a gift from my grandfather. Things escalate quickly, and I ended up making a musical presentation for half downtown by 9 AM. Guess I have seen better days, but it's ok for now
  6. Yesterday I didn't manage to write any Lore, but I ended up thinking on some deep existencial problems, such as:

    How can simple organic particles, as the ones Miller produced in his experiment, simply become self replicating organisms with the pass of millions of years. I'm deeply concerned about this issue, and guess I'll be looking back into this once I'm on college.

    I swear boys, I'll figure this out for all of mankind. You just wait for it

  7. Yesterday I didn't manage to write any Lore, but I ended up thinking on some deep existencial problems, such as:

    How can simple organic particles, as the ones Miller produced in his experiment, simply become self replicating organisms with the pass of millions of years. I'm deeply concerned about this issue, and guess I'll be looking back into this once I'm on college.

    I swear boys, I'll figure this out for all of mankind. You just wait for it

    1. PalmtreeWhale

      PalmtreeWhale

      who's miller  and what experiment :O?

    2. Rogério SkyLab

      Rogério SkyLab

      This experiment done by a scientist named Miller:

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      Basically, he was searching for the origin of life, so he decided to 'recreate' how old Earth was in a controlled environment, such as that in the image, and after two weeks, he found a bunch of organic molecules (Similar to the ones found in cells) deposited on the bottom of the circuit.

      I want to know how those molecules became self replicating life!

    3. PalmtreeWhale

      PalmtreeWhale

      damn, this is definitely above my pay grade haha, I wish I could understand but sounds awesome

    4. Rogério SkyLab

      Rogério SkyLab

      I'm just an overly enthusiastic student :P

  8. SkyLab's High Res Overly Cinematic Media Thread

    Here you go. I'll separate the old batch of Screenies from the U.N. period and the new ones I took last week: UNITED NATIONS STUFF NEW STUFF: ENVIRONMENT: FAVORITES:
  9. SkyLab's High Res Overly Cinematic Media Thread

    So after my 'gran fiasco' on inputting my Low Res Screenshots on the Gallery, I decided to post the High Res stuff on the media thread, as I can't make another album at that section. Everything becomes easier when you get a better PC, including screenshots, so here you go; Get some:
  10. It's 02:35 here, and I'm suffering from Insomnia.

    Hell, I might aswell do something productive, like studying writing Lore and Stories :D

    1. Major

      Major

      Writing Lore? Can you teach me.

    2. Rogério SkyLab

      Rogério SkyLab

      Only if you teach me first:P

  11. Let's all get to know each-other a lot better!

    Horror film? I'm not sure. However, I do find Courage, The Cowardly Dog pretty scary, and it will stand off as being the scariest cartoon I've ever watched. Favorite Sci-Fi movie/series/books/etc...?
  12. Let's all get to know each-other a lot better!

    Money Probably the ability to decide for myself what the hell I'm going to do with my life, since it's been a LITTLE bit complicated lately What is the thing you hate the most in people, and why?
  13. Y'all mind explaining all this crap? [OPEN]

    "I hear you. I'll be getting in touch with some friends of mine before deciding my way. I have plenty of places to be 'til day 13. I have to figure this all out before I decide to stay or not. Whenever I finish my personal stuff, I'll be sure to call you."
  14. Y'all mind explaining all this crap? [OPEN]

    *Helden would sit down on a log, as the moon reached the top of the sky. His hands would slightly tremble from time to time, and his eyes were eager to close any time soon. The last days weren't easy on him, and the blood transfusion he did earlier didn't help him at all, but still, his mind refused to give up. The man would reach down into his left pocket for a radio device, that had scratches all over the place, and a bunch of duct tape hiding holes and holding wires around it's back side. His thumb would slowly reach for the transmission button, and hold it down, opening his channel. After a deep breath, he started talking with his tired and soft voice* "Honestly. Today has been a lot more random than I thought. I've been living in the dark for the past two months, hoping to... You know... Survive, or whatever is the excuse people use these days. I decided to head back East, to the beloved South Zagoria, only to get greeted by a large number of conflicts that weren't there before. And here I am, lost in the middle of all this bullshit. It's quite comical, to be honest. Most of the stuff that happens to me are just completely ironical and it truly seems like 'lady destiny' doesn't like me, but who the hell am I to judge." "Come on now folks, can y'all fill me in on all that's been going on around the place? Why are there Ukrainians everywhere still? I've heard some stuff about Islamic extremists and shady cult members up North. How's that? And also, can someone fill me up on why everyone hates those Black Fang people so much? If any of you have any word to give on the few UN Remnants, I would gladly hear as well." "That is pretty much all. And please, don't mind my motives. I'm just trying to make my way around things, and trying my best not to get my head chopped like it almost happened a few weeks ago, but that's a story for another time, I guess." "Hell, thanks for anyone that actually answers. I'm not up-to-date with the mental sanity of the people of Chernarus, so I'm not expecting too much. I'll be sure to keep my ears open for any info that might appear. Have a good one." *The transmission would end abruptly. His thumb would fall back down, alongside his hand, slowly placing the device over the log right beside him. His eyes focused on the stars above him, as his mind strayed in past memories. The sleepiness was getting to him, fast, but he couldn't just close his eyes. So Helden stood there. Motionless. Waiting for a voice to call him out.*
  15. Dr. Helden Tatcher

    ===PERSONALITY: Highly friendly person. Loves to talk and tell stories.Tries his best to always be up-to-date with the things around him. Doesn’t like to have long-term relationships due to his small inability to express enough affection. Always respectful towards others, and tries his best to keep as professional as possible during conversations, but when he’s with friends, he allows himself to go informal. He believes that the main purpose in his life is to help others, and would take a shot in order to do so. Doesn’t ever ask anything in return (Post-Outbreak mentality), since the only reward he needs is to hear a “Thank you”. ===BACKSTORY: Born at the city of York, in the UK (1981), Helden was always a prominent student. Since he was a child, books were always on his table, and the kid wouldn’t stop reading about mathematics, biology, chemistry, and science in general. He always had a dream of being an astronaut, but his will to help people ended up turning him into medicine. With the help of a supportive family, his grades were always excellent, but the “A”s came to a stop once he reached 14 years old, involving himself with new friends on a new school, getting girlfriends, and changing his life completely. When he finally noticed what he was doing to his own life, Helden decided to ditch everything that made him slow down, including some of his friends, that in fact, didn’t even like him. Upon doing this, at the age of 15, he recovered himself from his past experience, granting a free pass through high-school. Due to his great scores and his wealthy family, he studied in one of the best universities for medicine: the Queen Mary University of London. The fact that it was far from home made him feel lonely, but his studies kept him balanced in mind. Helden had made himself mental rules in order to keep himself comfortable with his hard studies that only grew harder. He reserved two weekends of each month to take a break from his studies, having some time with his new friends and acquaintances. After graduating the university, in 2004, and finishing residence, in 2008, Helden decided it would be best to go for a master’s degree in science (2 years), and right after, a MD in medicine (4 years). In 2014, he finally decided to stop with full time studies, and start working as the professional he aimed to be. During this year, and the following, he would take his free time to develop small researches on cells and body fluids, that would only be published in 2016, earning him a few recognition, and a fellowship with the Royal College of Pathologists. In 2015, his Father died of lung cancer, leading to Helden’s mind to think once again on what he could do in order to help even more people that he already did in London with his normal job. In 2016, Helden decided to apply as a candidate for the World Health Organization, but at the same time, his mother died of cardiac arrest. This unpredictable event, made him lose his interview, forcing him to set it to another date a few months later. The loss of his entire family in such a small spam of time shook him, but not enough to make him quit his objective. In early 2017, Helden passed through the interview, leading him into the career he always wanted, and at the same year, being deployed into the country called Chernarus, after a suspicious Ebola outbreak, so they said. The day he moved was the 17th of July, only to be ready to work at the 24th next to a local town: Balota. 17 OF JULY, 2017 --------------------- It would be a great day for his career. The moment he put on that identification card around his neck, with a United Nations symbol, alongside the "World Health Organization" tag right beside it, he knew that he couldn't get any better than that to make his dream come true. Helden know that nothing could truly get him off his track after what he had been through the last few years, so he recomposed himself as he went through the wooden door in front of him, and after washing his hands, he walked right off the bathroom, directing himself to the airport gate. Outside, the big USAF C-17 cargo plane that was already preparing itself to take-off. He would go as fast as he could towards the gate, leading him into a line of united nations personnel, most of them checking on other passengers, and some of them being security. Helden showed the security his identification and other needed information, getting him trough in a matter of minutes. The airplane's ramp was down, as some Peacekeepers entered carrying few boxes of supplies, and others were carrying rifles, which scared Helden for a second. After talking to the man who was directing everyone to their seats, he got assigned to a seat on the right side alongside a few other WHO members. It was hard to identify if all of them were doctors, since they were all using civilian clothing in contrast to the military personnel, so he just assumed their profession. He felt like he was one of the only persons who were not sleeping in that area of the cargo bay, since most of the other WHO passengers looked exhausted. Helden put on his security belt, leaving his bag under his seat and taking off his glasses, sliding them down into his shirt's pocket. He picked up his small notepad from his right pocket, alongside a blue pen, and would start writing down a some words: "Although I'm excited for this travel, I'm expecting a lot of things that might or might not happen. I hope that most of these don't. May this flight be safe, and may we all be able to save as many lives as we can." After sliding the notepad and the pen back into his pocket, he waited until the takeoff began. The ramp started closing to his left, leaving the cargo bay in total blackness for a few seconds, until the lights went on. All that sudden stuff woke up a few passengers, but they seemed used to it. After a few minutes the C-17 was already at takeoff speed on the runway, and they were off to the land of Chernarus in order to save the world once again. 18 OF AUGUST, 2017 --------------------- As a matter of fact, working in collaboration with the NATO forces wasn't the easiest thing in the world, specially when we had to deal with Russian personnel as well. The diversity of the team that secured the camp was almost concerning. A few members kept questioning our reasons and protocols, even thought they were all clear and explicit. That wasn't the worse part, no, not at all. On day 28 of July, a group of Russian nationalists came to the doorstep of the UN FOB in Kabanino, and decided it would be a good idea to intimidate the guards. They got kicked out of the city in a matter of minutes. Problem is, they came back at night. There were only a few sentinels up, and, sadly, some of them were sleeping in guard duty. Most of the doctors were out dealing with other matters, so it was only Helden and the general practitioner in the camp. The Russians sneaked into the camp, and unfortunately, captured the pathologist. They got him through a hole in the wall, and probably used chloroform to make him go unconscious. When he woke up, Helden was tied down to a chair in someone's house. It was already daytime, so a lot of time had passed since that last night. They kept making questions that he simply couldn't answer, or didn't know the answers to. Eventually, they started torturing him, from punches to hitting his face with bats and almost shooting his kneecaps. It was like living a nightmare. After a few days and nights, most of his body was bruised and fatigued. Some day, another group of Russians, that seemed a little more like military, followed them into the place, and they didn't seem happy to see Helden sitting there. These new guys knocked out the nationalists, and put him to sleep. Helden woke up in the middle of a forest on day 17 of August, with nothing but a few bandages he had in his pocket before he was captured. They didn't give him a map, nor a compass, meaning he would have to fight his way out of that place, and hope that he would get to the right place, in the right time, before it was too late. 01 OF NOVEMBER, 2017 --------------------- The supplies were running low. His stash wasn't going to last much more than a week, even if he stopped eating too much, so Helden didn't have a choice. He spent his entire day in that shack, in a certain room that had been completely cleaned, washed and sterilized. He covered most of it with plastic foil, and mounted a small wooden table over at the middle, which he also covered with the foil. His goal was to finish the studies he couldn't end when he was kidnapped months ago. Few weeks later he actually heard about the evacuation, that didn't really go as planned, so he knew that there was no way for him to get out of that country any time soon, but if he was, the least that Helden could do was finish his main job that he was assigned to. Every week, a new infected body was brought into the lab, and he tried his best to search for any unknown symptoms, alongside side-effects of common drugs used to fight infections and bacteria, but not too much was discovered. After few days, his papers were complete. He was never good in writing reports, but since he had time, his efforts were doubled. It was now only a matter of time for the study to be 'complete", but where, or who, would he take it to? The rest of the U.N. remnants were mostly M.I.A, and his resources were scarce. The only thing Helden could think of doing was finishing those texts and hoping that some type of miracle would happen, and if not, he would stash them away until actually needed. On day 01 or November, he had already finished everything he was working with, and now, his only choice was to venture out in the wasteland for food and water, and hopefully, some intel on the world's current situation, and on the rest of the surviving U.N. members, all of that effort wasn't going to be put in vain.
  16. Y'all mind explaining all this crap? [OPEN]

    "Alright Sandman. I'll get in touch once I can find my god damn notes with the frequencies on it. You give me some minutes and we can have a talk." "Sorry about that. Batteries ran out, unfortunately. I happen to have stumbled across a new settlement in Stary Sobor. Place seems stable, at least for now. I'd recommend you to come her, so we can have a talk about the Island. I'm sure this people will be interested in it. As for now, be careful. You never know what you'll find down there."
  17. Let's all get to know each-other a lot better!

    Least favorite RP experience gotta be when you get kidnapped, and people just stand there, looking at each other's souls instead of talking to them. Or just when people get shot somewhere, and just tank it instead of RPing an injury. Following up, what's the favorite RP situation you've been into, or wish to be into?
  18. Make Stary Sobor Great Again [OPEN FREQ]

    "Yeah, sure. I'm close by anyway. I'm just trying to make sure that nobody gets a bullet in some place they won't like it, just so I have to take it off later. I'm trusting you, just like I trust anyone else. Let's not make this opportunity go south. I'll be there, and I am not, trust me, it's because of a good reason."
  19. Y'all mind explaining all this crap? [OPEN]

    "I'll won't hold back on my answer, since there's no real reason to. Let's just say that I was with the W.H.O, before I got kidnapped by some angry Russians, and left to die in a forest way, way far from Sierra Romeo base, or the FOB at Kabanino. I'm personally looking for any survivors of the past couple of events that happened in the last few weeks, and if you could help me with this quest of mine, I would be pleased." "To be honest, I have no plan as to what I'll do once I find these people that I'm looking for. I'm just..." - *Helden takes a long breath* - "Just want to make sure everyone is fine, and after that, maybe work together towards something. Anything." "That's pretty much all of it."
  20. Need MEDICal assistance [Open Freq]

    "I'm here. I need your position, now."
  21. Need MEDICal assistance [Open Freq]

    *Helden would rush to his radio upon hearing the call for help. His hands fiercely picked the device up, and started a transmission* "Ok, listen to me. Where did you get shot? If it is on a limb, like your leg or arm, try and make a tourniquet using cloth, string, anything. If the wound is somewhere alongside the torso or back, get some clean rags or bandages to stop the bleeding as fast as possible. The pain might continue, but it will earn some precious time. I need your name, and where exactly you are on Vybor. I'll try to get there as fast as possible!" *He would immediately throw his radio into his jacket pocket, grab his ruck-sack, and burst out of the door, running North-bound*
  22. Just got 1500 posts.

    Yay!

    1. Spartan

      Spartan

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  23. Make Stary Sobor Great Again [OPEN FREQ]

    "Now this will certainly be fun. You have any safer frequency so we can set some specific details of our meeting? I don't like to be THAT guy, but still, I gotta have some precautions if you don't mind"
  24. Y'all mind explaining all this crap? [OPEN]

    "I heard about the mass evacuation that didn't really go out as planned. Guess I'll keep looking out for them. As to the cult, that's some crazy shit. I've seen plenty of hanging bodies in the past week, so I'm guessing it has something to do with that." "I've been walking through that area in the past days. Nothing bad has happened, yet. I know what you'll say: 'Bah, it's only a matter of time', and I do agree. But, after all, whats the worse that can happen that hasn't already, right? About the twisting-necks-killer, I'll keep my eye on my surroundings. If I happen to know anything about it, I'll try to share, I guess." "Now, be honest with me, mate. What, or where, is this 'Off World', and what type of humanitarian efforts are you trying to set up? I could help with medical care, but not without these small bits of information. I'll be waiting for an answer, if any is given"
  25. Make Stary Sobor Great Again [OPEN FREQ]

    *Helden would take the radio to his hands, as he strolled down the dirt road, and hold the button down, beginning his transmission. The first things you would hear, would be the calls of birds on the background, the heavy wind passing by, alongside the sounds of footsteps on grass and mud* "We passed through Stary. Twice. Didn't see a camp, and there was no reception what-so-ever. I'm curious, as much as I am doubtful." *He would catch on his breath for a second, holding still for a second* "You see, I am a doctor, and I'm willing to help you build your own society of sorts, and I also know people that might want to help under their own terms, but that's for another conversation. Thing is, I didn't see a single living soul 'round town when we got there. You need to work that out." *His feet started moving again, as he picked up the pace* "If you wish to converse, I'm all ears. But if we set up a meeting, make sure to be there once we arrive." *The transmission would cut, returning the frequency to pure static*
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