Born on the northside of Jacksonville, FL he saw death all through out his child hood. Drive-bys and assassinations were a daily occurrence in Brandon's life. The local coked up OG (Original Gangster) gave a 8 year old Brandon a Glock-23 with a extended magazine and directed him to shoot a rival gang leader. Brandon got the job done with stunning accuracy and little to no help. LaMont "Sick" Washington only sent Brandon as a "crash test dumby" and didnt expect the jit to get the job done. Due to how young Brandon was, LaMont decided he was going to use the jit as a quick and easy "shooter" to take the competition by surprise. When Brandon was 16, Sick ordered Brandon to kill a junkie in the alley where they would serve crack cocaine. Instead of pulling out a firearm, Brandon pulled out a bowie knife and started stabbing the junkie in the neck. Brandon started to take a piss on the junkie while he was bleeding out and Sick was surprised by what happen. He was quoted in saying "Damn B, you a muh fuckin Butcher for real for real". Ever since then Brandon has been called "The Butcher" and he wears the name with pride. His small gang eventually integrated with the Russian Mafia to where they would then assign Brandon "The Butcher" to hit certain targets in Chernarus. Things broke down pretty quick after he arrived.
Vassilis was born in [Redacted],Russia but his family along with him moved to the U.S. when he was 7 years old.
A close friend of the family would watch Vassilis while the parents were at work. At some point [Redacted] began to torture
Vassilis physically and mentally while his parents were at work. Telling Vassilis that he would die if he snitched."He [Vassilis] pulled a kitchen knife
out of his waist band and stabbed [Redacted] in the throat and face area a total of 78 times" - source (Lane Parkway Local News 1993)
Vassilis was sent to a juvenile criminally insane "ward" 3 months later. The Agency was looking to invest into potential career agents and
sleeper cells that could operate behind enemy and or allied lines in a blanket of fog. The Agency's chain of comand decided Bogdan was a good first
potential test subject for the operation.They administered 3-6 sessions a day with high doses of [Redacted Redacted Redacted].
He was put into classes that taught "advanced interrogation techniques". Vassilis was finally green lit by the Agency. Vassilis was deployed into
the Republic of Dagestan to infiltrate a group called [Redacted]. A few years after Vassilis infiltrated the group he went radio silent.
The agency has sent damage control to deal with the situation.
The first time Nikolai heard a gunshot, he was terrified. Ears ringing with a frequency he would never hear again. The brave and gallant RAC soldiers were in the process of raiding one of Nikolai's neighbors. Apparently they were CDF sympathizers who were holding secret meetings at various locations in talks of gathering support and eventually striking at government entities. Nikolai's parents had been killed in a grocery store by a planted bombing 2 months prior. The few arrests that RAC had made next door piqued Nikolai's curiosity. He opened his front door and looked outside to see 3 men and 1 woman being searched along the front of their own house. A few bullet filled insurgents laid dead in the middle of the road. Nikolai complimented the soldiers saying "Good job my brothers! Wipe these pieces of shit from the face of the earth!". Nikolai offered a glass of vodka to all of them. He hoped one day he could be alongside his brothers and fight for what would actually be a greater Chernarus. Nikolai started working out to get stronger and more prepared for the day he thought his country would need him. Lopotev was changing things for the better and was praised by Nikolai plus the people he was associated with. Lopotevs death shocked all of his followers and started an unforeseen snowball effect.
With Lopotev dead, a civil war started to seem inevitable. Due to the unrest of the general public and CDF agitators people began to riot. Nikolai and his friends started a small gang in order to acquire food for them and family members. They would leave under the cover of night. Going to surrounding cities and breaking into the stores there. The plans were working for Nikolai and his friends. One night when they were breaking into a grocery store. Gunfire erupted as soon as all of them made it inside. All of Nikolai's friends had been shot and killed. A RAC soldier grabs Nikolai by his collar and lifts him up where his forehead meets the barrel of a pistol. "You are CDF or NAPA?" the soldier asked. To which Nikolai answers with a disgusted and angry tone in his voice "I would never be a piece of shit like those fucks!". The RAC soldiers put their lights on Nikolai's face and they all recognized him. They were the same soldiers that Nikolai offered vodka to. "You have no idea what you've done. You and your friends have increased food shortages all across the country you dumb fuck!". Nikolai couldn't help but be flooded with regret. He was trying to help his friends and family but ended up hurting way more of his fellow citizens. Nikolai begged that he needed to right his wrong to the RAC soldiers. They said they were part of the "34th" and they could always use guys but it wasn't up to them. They ziptied the back of Nikolai's hands and tagged the bodies of his friends. After a few weeks of questioning and testing, the RAC higher ups agreed with local officials that they could use someone like Nikolai. RAC then started putting Nikolai through physical and mental training. Trying to prepare him for what would be expected. Now that he is with RAC he feels his life has purpose. Only time will tell whether he feels the same about his decision.
@G_DateLR @KohlSkaal @Maybelele @Duke @Eddie @ZedLR @AlkisLR @Inferno @Marik
Good to roll with you guys and see some action. Always a pleasure
@IntenseGeek @Phoenix @Harvey @Lamb @Miamomoh @Kessik
From River calling Mikey's death, and everything in between to the funeral.
I'm happy I was part of it
Pretty good day
@Duke @MaybeleleLR @Eddie @Inferno @EarlBB
It was a fun day rollin around. Few good laughs and strong punches
@Alkis Good to finally meet you IC. Hope Whiskers doesn't run off with Martin
@River I'm glad that you pulled Chad over and had that discussion. Look forward to seeing how being a co guardian goes
@IntenseGeek Awesome that Chad and Michael could connect a little today. Interested to see how this plays out in the long run
Sorry if I missed some of you Kings Ridge people
I was in help desk with Realize for something similar for 4 hours. After that my friends helped me and we eventually figured it out. I usually wouldn't endorse letting someone log into your Steam account unless its someone you REALLY trust. Anyway this is his explanation of how he fixed my problem, hope this works.
"I ended up having him let me sign in again and I overwrote his cloud data with my local files when prompted while launching. In our process, it was imperative that he not have any of his old steam cloud files on his PC. So I had him uninstall and remove dayz files from his computer while I was overwriting his old cloud files.
Basically having a friend log in from another PC, replacing the cloud data, and making sure all his files were deleted was what worked for us. I'm not sure why or how, but I've narrowed it down to some corrupting file on his steam cloud data."
As much as I hate to say it, I agree. Farming, Hunting and Fishing should be the main sources of food. I don't think we should completely do away with canned goods at first. Maybe lower the spawn rates little by little to where eventually they are rare. That way people can get into the swing of relying on farming, hunting and or fishing. Overall I agree with this idea
The Name Has Been Changed In The Story To Protect His Identity
As Chad traveled around he met a new friend. A man that spoke in the 3rd person named Helios. A older man in his late 50's or early 60's Chad guessed. A slim man who seemed malnourished. "Helios collects junk and treasure alike, if you have literally any undesirables maybe we can trade?" he said to Chad with enthusiasm. Chad sat down, pulled his ski mask up and took off his ushanka. "The only thing I really need is 5.56 rounds for my rifle. How ever, I don't really have anything to trade. Can we make some sort of deal?" Chad asked. Thinking to himself and talking to himself under his breath, Helios had a confused look. He counted on his fingers as if he was doing math, and made many expressions on his face showing a variety of emotions within a few seconds. "FUCK!" Helios screamed. Which startled Chad, making him take a step back. "Helios thinks you could travel with Helios and offer protection for 5.56 rounds yes? Does Helios make a good offer?". Helios looked at Chad with a crazy look in his eye as he waited for the answer. That look, reminded Chad of his own reflection in broken glass. He's only had that look when thinking about eating flesh. The urge was getting worse. His sleep deprivation wasn't helping his state of mind either. "Helios asks you if you are ok? You have that 1,000 meter stare Helios says". Snapping out of his thoughts he remembered what the current situation was. Chad didn't like the idea of traveling with someone as crazy and unpredictable as Helios but he didn't have a choice. With a concerned look on his face, Chad wiped the sweat from his forehead and said "Yeah that sounds fair". Helios gave a crooked smile, "Alright then, onward my friend. We have a little bit of ways to go".
The Airfield Incident
Chad and Helios started their journey at Novoselky. Most of the stores, like everywhere else, were empty. Helios pulled out a screw driver and stabbed the last zed at the well through the back of its skull. Covered in blood and semi exhausted, they filled up their canteens while only nodding their heads in unison. Traveling Northwest, they would stop at almost every town to search through abandoned buildings. Military checkpoints and clinics is what Helios mainly focused on. "Helios thinks we need tetracycline and sterilized bandages more than anything yes?". Chad nodded his head "If that's what you think is important than hell yeah I agree". After a day of travelling they finally ended up where Helios wanted to start building a home. Chad looked at the map realizing that they are were all the way in Krasnostav. "Holy shit Helios, I've never even been this far Northwest before. I've heard there are only cannibals up here!". Chad lied in fear of running into the people that forced fed him human flesh. Thinking of the aroma from the cooked flesh, and the taste of it. Chad started hyper salivating at the thought. Helios was looking at Chad straight in the eye as he was talking, but Chad was once again in his own world. (Inaudible) "H-l-o- -i-e- i- h-r-, d- you?". Snapping out of it "Yes I totally agree Helios. That's a great idea". Helios cocked his head to one side "My friend, Helios thinks you need sleep yes? We sleep after Helios and you go to the air strip ok?". Helios nods his head a few more times. Then they make their way to the ATC in the air strip. They split up to look for supplies faster. Chad was in the second floor of the ATC and Helios was by a camouflage building. Chad saw a man approach Helios from behind, sticking a gun in his back. "Oh fuck" he said to himself. Running down the stairs and going out the door. Chad advanced towards them with the cover of buildings, sea crates and burned out military vehicles.
The robber put Helios inside of a car garage "Don't you dare fucking leave until you count to 90 you son of a bitch" the man said. Chad was on the side of the building. The robber came running towards Chads side of the building, his heart started to race. His adrenaline was pumping and he started to breathe heavy. Popping out from the corner of the building, Chad opened fire and didn't stop until the man's body dropped. Chad's eyes got big and he had a devilish grin on his face. He took out his knife with the intentions of cutting the mans body up. He knelt down beside the body, then shoved his knife into the right calf muscle. As soon as the knife entered, Helios opened the garage doors but Chad didn't hear it. He continued to cut the length of the calf, as if butchering a deer or any other animal. "This is it, I'm finally going to silence my demons" Chad thought to himself. Chad let out a chuckle of delight at the thought. Chad heard a footstep behind him "What the fu--" Chad grabbed his gun off the ground, opening fire as soon as he turned around. Helios fell to the ground dead. Chad couldn't believe what he just did. Getting up to check Helios's pulse, Chad screamed "FUCK!". "YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER! WHY DID YOU SNEAK UP ON ME! THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT!". With tears in his eyes, Chad went through Helios's backpack. Finding a ammo box with 200 rounds of 5.56. Stuffing it into his own backpack, he got up and went to the robbers body. He finished cutting off the right calf, put it into a protective case and ran the edge of the airfield. "How could I do this. What's wrong with me? No....this isn't my fault. If the old man would have never snuck up on me, this wouldn't have happened. Throwing his gun down on the ground in rage, he sat down against a broken slab of wall. "Even someone I somewhat cared about, I had no problem killing him....its not my fault". With tears falling down his face, he realized what would make him happy. He smiled "I need to start cooking" he started laughing. "No one can hurt me, or save me...I'm my own worst enemy".
For the past few days I've been trying to contact anyone on the open frequencies to meet new people and create potential RP story lines. Does anyone use them like that or is it just me? Just curious if I'm wasting my time trying or not....
-1 from me. This being a RP server is my reasoning. Don't get me wrong, if people want the majority of Chernarus to be scared to venture into NWAF specifically, why not create a group that mainly patrols airstrip and bash (maybe a Chernarussian group) to deter people? If the rest of the community supports the idea, then lets give it a trial by all means. IMO I just think it wouldn't be a good idea. XOXO - Look forward to seeing the outcome of this poll
As Chad switched through radio channels searching for familiar voices, he began to become upset. All the people that told him they would be there for them, are no longer answering his transmissions.
"Hello? Is anyone on this frequency? This is Chad. I repeat this is Chad....". Chad muttered to himself. "What the fuck man. What is going on?". As soon as he clipped his radio back onto his backpack strap, he got hit over the head and fell to the ground.
"Look what we have here boys". A unfamiliar voice said with delight. "A poor bird that has strayed away from his flock". Chad's head was throbbing with pain. He grabbed the back of his head to feel a stream of blood. "Take his gun and search him for weapons you DICK HEADS! Get your thumb out of your asses now!". A swift kick to the side of Chad's head knocked him unconscious. The strangers grabbed and carried him to the inside of a church. As Chad began to regain consciousness he tried to reach for his gun but discovered his hands were tied with rope. "He's awake". A woman said. "Gooood, we can finally begin. Before we start do you have any requests?". Chad looked around to see if he could recognize anybody, but 4 out of the 5 people that were there all had masks on. Some had ski masks, others had surgery masks, but the person who seemed like the leader wasn't wearing one. "I think he should have our favorite snack". The woman squealed with laughter. As the man approached, Chad saw his face clearly now. The man had a scar from the top right of his forehead down to the left cheek bone, a dirty blonde mohawk with brown eyes. Chad started to get nervous.
"What do you want with me?" Chad said with a shaky voice. "We just want to have you try one of our favorite delicacies. That's all lonely bird". The man smiled and he had skin from some sort of animal hanging from his teeth. "You knocked me out and took my stuff just so I could try your food?" Chad said with a angered tone. The man bent down and punched Chad in the face with the strength of an ox. "OK, FUCK! I'll try your god damn food just give it to me so this can be over with". "I absolutely LOVE your enthusiasm" The masked woman said. One of the masked figures handed the leader a knife with a chunk of cooked meat on it. "Open your mouth lonely bird." The man said with a angry expression on his face. "What is it?" Chad asked with hesitation. A pistol being cock pierced the air and was pushed violently onto the side of Chad's head. "QUIT FUCKING TALKING AND EAT THE FOOD OR YOU WONT MAKE IT OUT OF HERE ALIVE" The woman screamed at the top of her lungs. Chad was sweating bad at this point and started to think he was going to die. In his head Chad called out to a god he had never believed in saying "Please Lord. Dont let me die today. Let me make it out alive and I swear I'll do what I can to help people." Chad opened his mouth and took a bite of the "food". It had the texture of a medium rare steak. The woman began to laugh and pulled her surgery mask off. It was a beautiful brunette with hazel eyes. She nodded to the rest of the people, and they exited the church. "You just ate a piece of your fellow man". Chad spit out the rest of the meat he hadn't swallowed. "HOW DARE YOU!" The woman yelled. Kicking Chad in the head, she knocked him out. When Chad came to, nobody was there. Neither was any of his gear.
"Holy shit....that didn't taste half bad"......
Chad left the church, and walked down the side of a hill. Looking at the rising sun he smiled. In his head, he was at war with himself. Whether he should try to cook a fellow human being to see if he actually liked the taste, or if he was just that hungry in the first place.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Chad John POV - We were running north on the east coast. We arrived near Solnichny Factories when we spot a guy on the left side of the road by a bridge. He clearly see's us and takes off running towards the woods up the hill. Masonn orders the boys and I to take off after him. I trail behind from a decent distance due to the weight in my inventory. I pursued up the hill into a open field. I hear Masonn on the radio trying to talk to the man, a couple seconds later all I hear is gunfire. Masonn then says "He's dead" on the radio.