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  1. Krisp

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    For my homies at the shop F
  2. Krisp

    S1 Kras 6/24/2019 20:24

    My POV: @Gavin and Seth (Not sure what his @ sign is ) Were on radio and Gavin said there was someone who was trying to break into his home, @HDragon and @TheGodPerre were entering the house, Seth came out on the radio and asked for help. I am the Shop keep for their group, and when I heard that someone was breaking into Gavin's home, I followed Seth. Seth and Gavin both asked the two of them to stop numerous of times, they kept running. They jumped out the second story window and sprinted away, even trying to shut doors on us before they dipped out the 2nd story window. So we had extreme suspicion that these dudes were the ones breaking into homes recently. (With fair reason to suggest) I stayed behind because I didn't really have the best of weapons, and only had 15 rounds for what I was carrying. The three of us split up and remained on radio with each other to find the two thieves. Seth radioed he found them, and I intersected the three of them, Gavin was too far away at this time. Seth was being lead into the forest, I knew at that moment they were going to initiate on him. They never asked me if I was affiliated with them whatsoever, or if I have any connections. I just spoke as if I was neutral on terms. When they initiated on a fellow member, I got behind the both of them and started to shoot. I killed one, and ran out of ammo, I started to hide behind a tree. In the nick of time, Gavin arrived and finished the other one off. Seth still had his hands up during the whole thing. V/R Kris
  3. Hey everyone, if you guys were at the Warband, I had alot of fun, I wanna kinda get a little group together from ya'll and see what we can do as a "Warband" I was the guy screaming motivational and war chants V/R Kris phin
  4. My In game name: Kris Phin There was a man being held up, and two were killed in a house we were all in. I told everyone the town isn't safe, and I convinced the most of everyone to leave, as we were heading out. One of the guys who was walking next to me, was just shot. Now I can see why both of you have your own terms of what happened, but im extremely curious, you did absolutely initiate a warning to him if he followed you. But we were leaving the town and going somewhere that was safe, does that not mean he cannot go in the same direction of you? (We had no idea you were there to begin with) Can he not RP with us, and avoid the Rp with you guys, like he was trying to do? Nobody was expecting you to chill outside of town. I believe there could've been more clarification instead of shooting him, and im not sure when that whole initiation happened. But the mate you shot with your sniper was with us in the house for a good 15-20 minutes, talking about how we're gonna deal with whats going on in the town. Right after that, we started to leave. In the video at 0:03 everyone was behind me, and I was in front, mainly because I was leading everyone away from the huge dangers of the town, he wasn't coming for you, and still had no perception of you staying inside that house. Once he was killed, we scattered because we had no idea where it came from, and we stayed in the town for an hour, thinking we were gonna get sniped. If anything I said was wrong, we can talk about it maturely, I hope whats being said here doesn't offend or make anyone upset. V/R Kris
  5. Krisp

    S1 - BadRP/ trollRP - Pustoshka barn - around 00:00 27-4-2019

    My Ingame name: Kris Phin Allies: @wirpy MY POV: Me and my friend @wirpy were walking with this larger group to the barn, we didn't know any of them well, we just know we were all heading in the same direction. So around 10 of us decided to tag along together. Originally, we were going to a town, but when we saw the barn lit up during the night, we saw it as a place of cover from rain and other elements. Im the guy who got the fire started during the video, Teran and I stayed quiet the whole time. At 1:33.25 I walk towards the mexican stand off without my gun, I got close because I thought they were trying to hold the guy up. I was gonna try to defuse the situation if I could in anyway, hoping to avoid a massive fight in the barn. When someone pointed a gun at me at 1:34:33 I pulled out my knife just in case. I thought they were trying to initiate or disrupt the dude with his hands up, at 1:34:35 I told them to calm down, but when they kept their guns aiming, I kinda figured they knew each other, and it wasn't a serious initiation, so I left that little circle immediately because I figured it was just a troll incident and I didn't want to be part of it. Even if it wasn't a troll incident, and they were absolutely being serious, I still wanted to be no part of it, since what I was saying wasn't doing much. Teran and I after that, spoke to Constance about there being a couple of bad guys in the Barn, and she allowed me to open up a stall to sell my various foods that I hunted, around the daytime, most of everyone left. During the whole pile on, I took a screenshots because I figured there would be a report made, and I just wanted to clear my name, since my voice is heard throughout the video. If theres any concerns of what I did, or what me and Teran had RP'ed just lemme know here. Im sure everyone can act maturely here. V/R Kris
  6. Krisp

    S1 Kabanino - BadRP/Combat Logging - 23:00 - 23:30

    Your in game name: Kris Phin Names of allies involved: @wirpy @Conor Kodak @Tyrone Boone @kotito My POV and reasoning for everything is below: Good evening, I just wanted to talk about the things you pointed out and help clarify what was going on. 1: The reason there is disorganization and chaos, is because we don't like to use discord for our Roleplay, its much better to actually use your in game voice to your friends rather than just speak over discord. The group of us, have extremely unique background, and the initiation and storyline from the server, has changed all our character drastically, and not for the better, which is why you see the few of us going back and forth with each other, even pointing guns and shouting at each other, we're all extremely unstable people who have suffered the consequences from either other players, or the elements of nature, like temperature, and wildlife. We love to use actual in game voice rather than go the "Radio" route because it gives us as a group of survivors, more dialogue to everyone, and also helps us develop our character relationships to other friends, in game. I wouldn't go as far to say our disorganization is a contender for BadRP 2: In the video, when you guys started to type OOC about Bad RP, I stated their characters are genuinely like that. (29:50) The Reason I say this, is because as time moves on within the world, players will have unique and constructive dialogue with other players, good or bad, and it will change their character for either the good or worse, I actually believe Tyrone and everyone else's characters are just wackos and that's how they are. Kodak confirmed their character behaviors also OOC at the time I stamped above. Kris has also been living in the woods for the passed 16 weeks, and this is one of his first encounters in a long time, so he is extremely off putting and socially awkward. 3: The Singing. Kris's character is extremely patriotic, and also extremely holding dear to religion, he also holds Irish heritage which is why I wanted you guys to sing two songs, The National Anthem, and Amazing Grace. While being overseas away from the United States, Kris developed a hatred for what he saw as foreigners, and grew to dislike most of those who weren't American like him. I Rp'ed this route to in a sense, humiliate the three of you, not as "Bad RP" more confirmation to prove Kris's bias, at 20:23, when I demanded to hear the National Anthem, the response of "Im British" was followed up by "Fucking Redcoat". At 20:26 the conversation is transferred over to the topic of Irish enslavement, and the worsening of the potato famine, mainly because @Conor Kodak is Irish and Kris and him have spoken about their hatred for countries like The United Kingdom, and Eastern European nations, and how they have distaste for their country history, and their political affiliations in the passed. 4: If you have any evidence of anyone combat logging, we would love to see that, because after I and @wirpy left after we scarred Scarlet, that was done. I can tell you, after we scarred you, we split into two groups, I and wirpy wanted to circle around the North east, and we ended up in Grishino about an hour and a half later, we set up a campfire and "Went to sleep" for more immersive RP, way after the time you are accusing us. Conor and Tyrone, split and went North West, saying we would meet again the next day, and lay low from what has happened. We didn't want to offend you guys in thinking this was a shit RP, I am a bit rusty in terms of how to interact, and at the same time character development has changed how we interact with the other players in general, if you have any tips for us/me personally I would love to hear them you guys and I would take it as constructive criticism *While taking into account our characters are extremely unstable and aren't normalized like a lot of other characters*. If you wanna dispute anything I said above, that's cool too, im open for us to act like adults here and talk maturely. V/R Kris
  7. Omg! That guy sitting in the middle of the road with the Mosin and Hunters backpack is me, I went AFK because my dog was barking at something, I went into the bush right before he said "Hands up!" I come back, and bullets are flying passed me, I was extremely lucky not to get killed in that fiasco.
  8. Krisp

    Balance Bases and Update Rules

    That would be pretty alright, im trying to RP as a survivalist living in the woods, very simple but also can be very adventurous, its hard to do this mainly because every time I put a tiny base up, its destroyed a couple hours later.
  9. It was extremely fun, I was one of the pink armbands, maybe next battle would take place in the heavy urban area of Cherno this time, instead of outside, by the towers, loads of fun it was
  10. Krisp

    Happy Marriage

    Happy wife happy life
  11. Krisp

    S1 - KOS - Novy - 2019-03-11 22:00

    Good evening, my POV is represented below. Met up with group of mates, was not part of their group at the time. Was heading into an opposite direction of friends. Was told to put my hands up, before I could put them up someone started to shoot at me, so I returned fire Died V/R Krisp
  12. Lamilton was born in Chicago IL, off of lake Superior, at a young age, his mother and father did not attend to him often, due to their lifestyle of drug trafficking and human trafficking. His family had very well known ties with the famous drug lord El Rapo, who his parents, knew fondly and had very high hopes for him as they were his family's boss. Lamilton grew up without the second opinion of his parents, at the young age of 15, they moved to Mexico, although his family almost like strangers to him, he tried to become closer to their lifestyle. With the bad influence of drugs and alcohol in the house, Lamilton started to use at a young age, getting high almost every other day, and missing school. His family, so busy within their line of work, decided one day, their son was too overbearing. Lamilton's father, decided one day he needed to get his son into the business early, so Lamilton can carry on their legacy of a coke slinging scarface fantasy. For the next two years, Lamilton would undergo a long education process on the drug game. He turned 18 years old, and his mother and father believed he was ready to be taken into larger scores more risk, and much more danger. He only lived this fantasy for his family to only accept him, but he had no idea it would be his demise. On the Mexican-American border, a large sale of Cocaine was to be made, Lamilton, was in charge of the deal. The Cartel worked well with the Lamilton family, so this was to be an easy task. As Lamilton and the Cartel met up in the cover of the night, the deal began, and within a couple of minutes of the sale, the DEA, American Border Patrol, and Mexican police sprung out of the shadow to meet with the drug lords. In only a matter of seconds, gunfire was exchanged. Lamilton being inexperienced, went to cover, but as he found cover and returned fire, he was shot and wounded in his right arm, the Cartel pulled him away and proceeded to retreat. At one of the hideouts for the Cartel, Lamilton was interrogated, believing to plan the set up to take down Cartel influence in that area. He was beaten, tortured, and when he found out his mother and father found out, they sided with the Cartel, well knowing their son never committed a set up and ratted out the Cartel, they knew they wouldn't reason. So they disowned their son from their family, and the Cartels kept full captive of Lamilton. For weeks, he was tortured, and eventually became a slave of the Cartels, he would work long and laborious hours, he was then transported to an unknown location on the Mexican-Guatemalan border and slaved there. five years into his captivity, there was a chance to escape. Locals from a town nearby has seen the Captives come into their sight and have seen their harsh treatment, almost like an underground railroad, they would drive a group of them to Mexico City, only in 4 month intervals to avoid suspicion by the Cartel, once in Mexico City, Lamilton made the long journey to the Mexican American border, which took him a week, hitch hiking, walking, and working his way to smaller cities heading North to the border. Once there, he was taken in by the American government, telling them he was a captive of a Drug Cartel, and his citizenship still stands. His story only got minor attention from the news, soon he decided to move to California, but soon, he became another homeless nobody on the streets of Los Angeles. For a year, to pass the time, and make a little bit of money, he would make chump change rapping on street corners, only getting by with Quarters and Dimes, live seemed to be at a standstill for Lamilton, he didn't want to see his family, in fear of them turning him in to the Cartel. One day, while making some sick beats, a more luxurious vehicle broke down across the street, as Lamilton was continuing to rap to make money, one of the men emerged from the broken down vehicle. He was famous rap producer Andre E Young, more known as Dr E. He introduced himself to Lamilton, telling him he wants to take him to a more quieter place, to hear some of his raps, Lamilton was ecstatic, when they sat down, Lamilton went in, spitting some sick bars, Dr E realized he had soul, and his rap would bring a change to the game, and wanted to help his music get up into the airwaves. After a couple of weeks, Lamilton was put into a luxurious hotel, and was given new clothes, he was worried about his possible fame giving him attention from those who wanted to kill him from his past. He told Dr E. about his past, and concluded that he needs a new name, and a new look to help him blend in, instead of Lamilton, he would be known as Biggith Cheese, rapper from Los Angeles, he had his birth certificate altered, and Dr E helped him obtain a new look. Over the next year, Biggith's music blew up in the rap game, his first hit song called "The Message" spoke about Inner city poverty, and soon, his career took off. Playing all around the world, Japan, UK, Canada, he even did tours in the Middle east for American and British troops. As Biggith continued to make music, he decided to do more tours in the Eastern part of Europe, Ukraine, Belarus, and Lithuania were some of his favorite places to tour. Doing tours in Chernarus and Takistan a year before for American troops, decided to come back on more peaceful terms for the Chernorussian people. Dr E, before having Biggith leave over seas for his next tour, spoke to him about when he first found him on the streets, they both exchanged great stories from their adventure, and Biggith thanked him for saving his life, they both then gave the most sickest fist bump the world has seen, and Biggith was on his way. While in Chernarus, stories of the sick became prominent in daily news, although this was quite popular in Los Angeles, outbreaks of the flu was common, although Biggith's advisers exclaimed to cancel the show because of the tension between the civilians and military was high, but Biggith ignored his warnings, and decided to play. Throughout the month of being there, the news played more and more about the outbreak of sickness, now Riots, and possible miilitary action from the Western world. Biggith started to worry, he decided it was time to leave, once at the Airport, he was confronted by security forces, saying he cannot leave. Biggith was furious, he yelled, used his status to sound condescending to the men, but he was aggressively escorted away. Biggith Called Dr E, but there was nothing they could do. A week later, American Forces landed into Chernarus to help provide military aid and humanitarian aid. Once Biggith had taken to the streets, to perform a concert in Down town Chernogorsk. Biggith believed those who were sick, were contaminated with a cold, or a flu, but not until he saw the horrors of the plague, he realized how serious the issue was. One of the stage managers have been sick for a couple weeks now, during the Concert, Biggith played his music, the sick Stage manager started to heave blood, and soon collapsed, only a few feet away from Biggith, he flinched, and went to go help, the paramedics surrounded the man, and the concert stopped, in a split second, the man who was pronounced dead minutes ago, soon leaped up and started to bite one of the paramedics in the neck, blood and flesh flew all over the stage, some even landing on Biggith's sick gold chains. In panic, the public of Chernogorsk started to flee the concert, once Biggith escaped the scene in one of his vehicles, shots could be heard in the area of the Concert. For the next couple of days, Biggith hid in the International Hotel where he stayed, and watched from above the riots and the sick overtake the city, he needed to escape and fast. As Biggith was trying to get down to the Lobby Floor, the lights went out, and shots could be heard from the lobby floor. He reversed his position and stepped through the door of his room, out into the lobby, only darkness, he ran to the elevator as quickly as he could, only to be forced down by an infected man, his face, completed bloodied, and his shoulder blades exposed, he smelled of rotting flesh and his teeth were almost as if they rotted in minutes. Now on top of the rapper, he reached for Biggith's neck, Biggith then deflected and rerouted his jaws into the floor to his right, he noticed a sharp steak of glass to the left of him, shattered from the Emergency Fire Alarm case, as the struggled continued, Biggith was able to grab the sharp object, and repeatably stabbed the infected man, blood would fly all over the walls, onto the floor, and on Biggith's clothing and face. In complete shock he made his way to the elevator, before the elevator doors close, he would take one last glimpse at the infected body laying in front of him, completely drained of blood and life. In the elevator, explosions from outside would shake the building, the light in the elevator would flicker with every explosion. Once to the lobby, he would then see chaos, the lobby, would be filled with people trying to flee, some being attacked by the infected, and some trying to defend the building from more infected coming in, Biggith searched around, the front door would mean suicide, With too much time put to thought, a small group of infected started to approach him, in an extreme panic, Biggith look towards the hotel lobby windows, one was especially weak from gunfire. With the hotel lobby now lighting aflame to the panic, the room started to heat up, and oxygen started to become rare, without anymore thought, Biggith jumped out of the weak window, and landed head first onto the concrete, in a daze, he laid there, he would then hear an explosion within the Hotel, if he were only seconds late, the flames would of killed him. as he laid there he would see feet pass by him, panicked civilians trying to escape the infected and into the military barriers. as Biggith started to get up, he realized his arm was broken due to the fall, he started to run towards a nearby alleyway to gain his bearings, he sat near a dumpster in the corner of the alleyway, this was a nightmare come to life, as he quickly tried to open a backdoor near the dumpster to seek refuge, it had already been opened by another man, he then jumped at Biggith and then tried to thrust a knife at him, but only to see that Biggith wasn't an infected. The blood on his clothing and face made him look as if he was, and he quickly apologized. In a panic Biggith asked what was going on, but no answers could be given. What people thought was a simple flu, turned into a nightmare, as if there was no more room in hell for evil, it has now come to Earth. The man exclaimed to Biggith that he could help fix his broken arm, and tend to it, he had a group of people hiding in the bar, and asked if Biggith wanted to seek refuge. For the next couple of hours, they hid, and listened to the screams and gunshots, Biggith tried to get sleep, but he couldn't nobody could. In a swift discussion, the group has decided to leave in one of the Restaurant's food vans. Seven people piled into the van, Biggith, sat in the front with the driver. Not alot of words were exchanged while there, but people started to calm down when they finally had left the city. The Driver, also the man who saved Biggith's arm, introduced himself as Dobry Vasiliev, who was a baker in the pub they had taken shelter in earlier. Biggith and Dobry exchanged their reasoning for being in Chernogorsk, Dobry worked in Drozhino, but moved to Chernogorsk because work was slow. As quickly as day became night, they had to become more aware of the road, Dobry believed there would still be refuge in Pavlovo, he had friends there that could help protect the group. During the long drive, a beam of light became more prominent on the road as they got closer. It was a Military checkpoint. The van came to a stopping halt, shifting the people in the back towards the breaks. Guns aimed at the van everyone was ordered to get out. As everyone was searched and lined up, they were detained until the Van was inspected. Almost to be over, one of the Checkpoint guards noticed a small bite mark on one of the females traveling in their group. Another man exclaimed his wife was injured in a cooking accident, and their dog bit her. Although they never told their group about the incident, and went as far to hide it from them when they were in Chernogorsk, the Checkpoint guards didn't believe their story, as one of the guards, who was completely covered from head to toe in military style gear, grabbed the woman, the man lunged, putting the guards at a panic and raising their guns, Dobry's group scattered amongst the road and into the fields and forest, Dobry and Biggith take off into the direction of the forest, but the Checkpoint guards started to open fire on the fleeing group, one by one, everyone was shot in their back and they collapsed as the force of each bullet hit them. Biggith kept running, he turned back to speak to Dobry, but as Biggith reached the treeline, the body of Dobry could be seen outside of the treeline in the light of a Soldier's flashlight. Biggith, having no choice, ran deeper into the forest. When Dawn came, he realized what type of situation he's gotten himself into, in a motion, feeling sick from the thoughts of a group of civilians being murdered, he puked. Biggith knew if he was going to survive, he needs to find other survivors and somehow combat the sickness, or thrive in it, all of what Biggith was before the outbreak, had no meaning anymore, he knew nobody was coming for him, now he must begin his journey to survive, or die trying.
  13. Kris Phin was born in Florida in 1998 2nd of June. His early life consisted of playing with Legos and going to the Parks to play Baseball. His father, a contractor, his mother, a working class woman who led a business dealing with moving equipment. Growing up Kris never had any family issues, or any dramatic changes in his life, though he wanted to be part of something greater than himself. So once he graduated highschool, he joined the Navy Reserves. Though he was still close to home, Kris was part of an HM unit. Corpsman were deployed all around the world for the United States benefit. They were used as Medics for the Marine Corp, but Kris wasn't a combat medic, his unit was tasked in providing Humanitarian aid to the people of Chernarus. The world never really knew of the epidemic for the first couple weeks before it spread globally, but the OHSU unit from Jax FL, joined the Fifth Fleet which was stationed in Bahrain, to provide medicinal and any other humanitarian aid to the populace of Chernarus. The Fifth Fleet arrived, and alongside with it, came Military intervention from the United States and its allies. There, Kris helped the population with what time was left before another major disaster occurred. July 17th, bombing campaigns committed by Nato and the CDF forced to stop the widespread undead, was beginning to be ineffective. That morning word of a large force of the sick were heading towards Chernogorsk, the siege of the city began early, and US forces were beginning to crumble under the intense fighting. The Fifth Fleet departed a week before, to continue the blockade into area to disrupt anyone from entering into the Peninsula, so escape wasn't an option, soon panic overtook the town of Chernogorsk. Kris's Unit, OHSU Jax was nearly wiped out in riots that night overtaking the city. US forces were either dispersed and lost, or completely destroyed. That night Chernogorsk was set ablaze by riots, and many knew the city was going to fall under the chaos of the sick. Defeated by monsters and demoralized by the loss of his friends and the fighting force in Chernogorsk, Kris fled to the East, only to find the same conclusion of destruction and panic. Although Nato forces continued to fight through Chernarus, it soon became too much. Evacuations zones that Kris planned to be at, were never fulfilled, now he must survive and do whatever it takes, to secure himself from the crime of others, and the undead that plague the cities.
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