Day 240: 'Remembering the bad times'
I awake to the sound of the dead in the town below. I briefly gaze upon the town, focusing my wearied eyes on the supermarket being surrounded by hordes of the infected. Some screams and the horde starts flowing inside. I turn over on my improvised bed, so my back is facing the town. My rifle up against the tree along with my rucksack and my engraved hunting knife beneath my jacket-made pillow. I inhale sharply and let out a sigh. Things had changed for me a lot in the last few weeks. I abandoned my only family behind and vowed vengeance against them for their nefarious deeds. It's unpleasant to imagine that I was apart of them for so long. It must've been the hole in my head that made me start thinking straight. Ironic. I reach for my jeans pocket and pull out three worn down pictures. They're of me from before. I try remembering those days through these pictures, but it's blurry. It feels imaginary. For all I know it isn't real.
I often wonder if this genuinely is me. It feels so foreign, so bizarre to the person I am today. I think it's apparent that I'm not this person anymore. But for some weird reason, I'm okay with that. I don't envy the past. I may have a bullet in my head, but it makes me who I am and I wouldn't give that up for anyone. One particular thought enters my mind when I look at this picture. 'I was complacent'. That thought has been haunting me for weeks. I was their lap dog, their toy soldier. It was evident the sole thing they required me for was killing. It is my specialty I suppose. I've gotten so used to it that I don't keep track anymore, the rifle I used then has been lost to the new world.
My finger inches under the picture and moves it aside to reveal the second picture. I loved this outfit. That was self-evident. Its so long ago that I barely remember if this was taken on the same day. It must've been I guess. Strange. I look content, I don't remember ever being a happy person. I'll only be happy again once this is all finished and over. I'm indeed lying to myself. I say happy but who can happy in this place? In reality, is anyone ever happy? We all experience our moments but when has happiness ever mattered? Humans as a species strive for a purpose, it's the sole thing that makes our finite lives worth living. We are all alike in that regard. I thought my purpose was with them. Absolutely, the money was apart of my decision, but I invested nine years of my life following their ideals, their orders. 'Shadow...', 'Light...' 'Dima...', They're all going to die by my hand and mine alone. I heard of some others who defected, I must try to encounter them. I recall being caught scouting the prison out a week or so ago. It went well, despite me being a high priority target they didn't recognize me. At least right now I know the layout of their so-called fortress. Their weaknesses, their strengths, I possess all of it. Not only that but I can identify every key member they have at their disposal so being found out by them is impossible.
I flick over to the last picture. Ah, yes. This one I recognize. Ironic how it's the unhappy photo that I remember. If I recall correctly, I am remembering my days in Project LAZARUS and my upcoming assignment. Assassinating a dignitary in the United Kingdom. It was going to be difficult, but I had survived worse. I wonder if I still have that jumper somewhere in one of my stashes. Too far away for me to grab I suppose. All of my stashes were in high value locations, certainly not in Chernarus. This place is a shit hole of the highest kind. Once this is through, I need to seek some way out of here. I merely have to be careful, if they capture me and don't execute me then I'll be made theirs again and I can't do that anymore. When I said happy earlier, what I really meant was free. Freedom is what separates a person from a slave. I'm not being a slave anymore, not to them or anyone else. Not even to myself.
I fold the pictures over and place them back into my jeans pocket. I turn onto my back and lift myself up so I'm sitting. I let out a sigh, close my eyes briefly and reach for my rucksack and rifle. 'Time to get to work' I think to myself. Work? Work is damn right. This is going to be immensely difficult. When has that ever stopped me, though? Never. I stand up, gather my things and rifle and start slowly moving further into the woods towards the prison.
I "Aran the Maverick" agree that while I am playing in the Potius Cras group CP, I waive my right to report anyone for KOS or attempted KOS on me under any circumstances. All kills on my character will be valid so long as my character is in the Potius Cras CP no matter how the character death came about. So long as I am playing a Potius Cras character that is working for / with the organization, or my forum name is on the group CP on the forums, I waive my right to report any KOS or attempted KOS on my character.
Logang4lyf - Maverick Power
This looks awesome! Loving the graphics, might need to get @neom to do some graphics for me.
Really hoping this lasts a long time in Chernarus, live long and prevail and such.
Good luck with this guys!
I, "Unnxmed" agree that while I am playing in the Peacebreakers group CP, I waive my right to report anyone for KOS or attempted KOS on me under any circumstances. All kills on my character will be valid so long as my character is in the Peacebreakers CP no matter how the character death came about. So long as I am playing a Peacebreakers character that is working for/with the group, or my forum name is on the group CP on the forums, I waive my right to report any KOS or attempted KOS on my character.
Me and my squad were on the airfield for about an hour or two before this event occurred. We had initiated on two separate guys in the tent area to the North maybe an hour before. One in a full red tracksuit who went by Elliot and the other guy in full black civi clothing whose name I forget.
Shortly after moving into the ATC, I heard shots in the East so I broke away from my group who continued to hold up in the ATC, to go do some recon, when they were approached by Spikey's group. I however didn't know this at the time as I was already across the airfield following the shots I had heard.
Whilst running through an open field just outside the borders of NWAF I spotted a group of 3 people running into the airfield from the East who immediately started firing shots at infected. I noticed one of them was wearing a green armband, which I know ICly as what the Muslims tend to identify themselves as, and presumed they were the origin of the shots I had heard to the East as before moving onto the airfield a squad member and I spotted a man with a green armband outside Grishino presumably executing someone.
I followed the group of 3 for about 10-15 minutes before meeting up with my squad. I told my squad ICly that these guys were Muslims because of the member I spotted who was wearing a green armband. That is knowledge I know in character.
I moved up on the Eastern side with my weapon drawn watching Ravenous and his group slowly moving North towards the tents.
Was told over communications to keep an eye on them and that as soon as Spikey was ready, we were going to initiate on the group.
I am with the Corporation. I open fired on the group after Spikey did. Just so happened I got the kill shot.
I had full view of the OP when Spikey took the first shot. Ravenous ran around in a circle, took out his weapon and I dropped him as you can see in his video evidence.
Rule 4.2 states in reference to DEFENDER RIGHTS that defender rights can be shared with anyone you recently role played with. As a result of us meeting Spikey's group before initiating on the OP, according to this rule, we gain defender rights upon an initiation from Spikey.
Spikey initiated the firefight whilst our group was role playing with him. This in turn gave us defender rights (See above quote) when Ravenous' group decided to return fire.
Link to the situation: N/A
Any supporting evidence or notes: I spoke with him for about maybe 30 minutes about a rule query.
Feedback: Was extremely helpful and empathetic towards me and my emotions. Explained to me perfectly the rule I was looking for an inquiry on. I felt frustrated upon entering the help desk and when I left I felt happy that I got to speak to him again so soon after our first encounter ingame. I just hope he stays around longer. Would also like to say that a few seconds upon entering the help desk looking for help, he joined boasting a really cheery and friendly attitude towards which is a really nice thing to see as I have done this before whilst waiting for quite a long time.
Suggestions for improvement: 0 improvement is needed in my opinion honestly, he's a great guy and really really helpful in a stressful situation for me.
Being a member of Potius Cras better known as The Corporation IG, this rule just seems to limit the way I, personally, can play the game. I would genuinely have to think about leaving my group if I was forced to wear clothing that would get me shot without interaction on a daily basis. I think with matters like this, you need experience in being metagamed. I'm nearly certain it's pretty obvious why this rule would never work within my group and other's like it. Especially with the recent events that led to us finding out that we are referred to as "Potius Cras" by a number of people who have never met us. Even my character doesn't know that the group is called Potius Cras and I'm a member of it. It just doesn't make sense within an RP situation for us to be wearing clothing that we know for a fact would get us shot. No person, ordered to or not, would take that risk unless they have a major death wish.
My vote is, understandably, no.