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  1. Aiming down sights, but he immediately assumed it was robbery before I could lower my gun
  2. Tell you what I'm willing to let this go if the admins update the rules to be more clear on what gives you kill rights and what is considered initiation. I feel it's too vague to fully understand what constitutes and what doesnt.
  3. Your friend assumed the situation. I had not told you to drop your gun or drop anything for that matter. My game was lagging out and I was going to lower my gun as soon as I asked you your name. I'd also like to ask if you and your friends are in an official dayzrp group or if you just roll together. Because as far as I've been told by mods it needs to be an approved group for you to get your friends defense rights
  4. I never told you to put your hands up so you are lying. I told you to please come down from the ladder and put your gun away. Never told you to drop anything, I always have my gun out as a precaution. Your buddy could have atleast tries to defuse things as he completely caught me off guard. I dont appreciate you trying to make it sound worse than it was. My group and I are a friendly bunch who take precaution because we have been through hell. If the mods could please take into consideration that I was outnumbered and KOSd before even having a chance to start a roleplay I'd appreciate that. I was shot before I could say "I'm not going to harm you, I just want to talk." Essentially, you both assumed the situation without letting it even roll out the littlest bit. That's badRP in my opinion. Just because someone approaches you with a gun out doesnt mean they mean to do harm. You just immediately shout out "IM BEING ROBBED" before I could even tell you I was looking for a hammer and willing to trade anything for one. Had it been a robbery, I would have told you to drop your gun, not put it away.
  5. Server and location: S1, Zelenogorsk Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 2018-12-17, approx. 03:00 Your in game name: Stan Richards Names of allies involved: Jacob Freeman ( @InfinityFP ) Name of suspect/s: n/a, two culprits Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): none Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): a dead character, no video or screenshot Detailed description of the events: I approached someone climbing a ladder in Zelenogorsks military base, and asked him to climb down the ladder and put his gun away. He complied, and I heard him say he was being robbed and I was immediately gunned down by his friend who must have came up behind me. I had not implied in any way that it was a robbery, my gun was in my hands but that is a precaution most players take while in military zones. His friend did not make his presence known, and did not try to defuse the situation in any way. He just shot on sight before I could explain I was just looking to trade.
  6. Stan Richards is 26 years old. He came to Chernaurus from Canada after graduating college, as a way of living life before settling into his career as a future mechanic. He had apprenticed in a shop for 2 years while he was in school, so he knows quite a bit about fixing up vehicles. His family didn't want him to leave, especially not his younger brother Frederick, who had always been close friends with Stan. Fred had begged Stan to bring him with when he left, but Stan said no because his brother was still in High School, and graduating was important. When he arrived in Chernaurus, and the chaos began only a few hours after his plane landed, Stan took refuge in a nearby house from the riots and flesh craving monsters outside. He watched a plane plummet out of the sky above the city of Cherno, and a massive explosion followed. He immediately wished his family was okay, and that whatever this pandemic was, it would not reach North America. The following weeks were the loneliest he had ever felt. Running from building to building in search of food and water, constantly checking over his shoulder every stride he took. Eventually he stopped hearing the distant gunfire and screams, and he feared he was all alone. He spent the next few months hunkered down in a small supermarket that was stocked with enough food to live off of. The overwhelming loneliness was starting to take a toll on his mind, as he found himself caring less about surviving this disaster. It was one rainy night that changed his outlook completely. The sound of rapid footsteps outside echoed through the streets, and the screams for help immediately registered in Stan's ears as another survivor. He threw the doors open and yelled for them to get inside quickly. It was an older woman, who was probably in her 30s. She dove through the doors as Stan shut them on the group of infected that were right on her heels. He asked her if she was okay and checked her over for any serious wounds. She had a bite on her right shoulder, which he put pressure on with a ripped up shirt. They spent the night talking about the last few months, and Stan was extremely ecstatic to finally have someone to converse with. The next morning, Stan awoke to his new friend gargling on her own blood. As he tried to check on her, she attempted to bite a chunk out of him, but he threw her off and made a run for the doors. She tackled him and clawed at him, forcing him to reach out and bash her head in with a can of peaches. Stan walked out of the grocery store, hands covered in the blood of his first kill, clenching the can of peaches as hard as he could. He looked around the streets to see wrecked cars, garbage scattered everywhere, and infected spread out amongst the fields and roads. He noticed most of them had bite marks on their arms or necks, and remembered his friends bite wound. Stan felt a sudden urge to kill anything non human that gets within a close range of him, and he headed off in search of other survivors.
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