Server and location: RP1, Zelenogorsk
Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): 02/17/2016 around 14:45
Your in game name: Krystof Sudek
Names of allies involved: N/A
Name of suspect/s: christmas tree
Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): N/A
Additional evidence? (video/screenshot):
Detailed description of the events: well i log into zelenogorsk, move around to see if there is people around and i encounter this....
*Krystof presses in his transmission button*
So this is radio frequency filled with stupid jokes ah?
well here is joke for you, why did the foreigner cross the road?
to get the fuck to russia!
*releases the button*
listen and read as it goes.
The shots breaks the eerie silence of what was thought of as being a finished gunfight. First one. Then another before a huge barrage of gunshots fill the air like a mad drummers solo, Before it once more falls into silence, But this silence is different. I am looking down. But the only thing i see is a shadow running away in the sunrise, shouting something as he leaves. the only thing that is left is the bloodied grass, and a body. it's mine. i am laying down there, gushing blood, twitching every now and then.
A horrible chill shoots through me, as i it finally hits me. I'm dying. I am finally released by the sweet gift that is death. It has finally called in its Debt, finally wanting its borrowed time back.
The noise from the radio is getting fainter and fainter. shadows starts to gather around the body. unable to see what they are doing, not hearing what they are saying moving around like it's a puppeteer show. I look away from the crowd and i am met by a friendly face. smiling as the sun is bright. It's Milana, behind her there is a mixture of old friends and family, long gone, Rasper gently tipping his flat cap and gives me one of his usually ugly smiles.
She reaches out to me, wanting me to grab her hand as she nods towards the rest. her gentle, innocent smile, and her sparkly eyes.
I look behind me one last time, more shadows have gathered around. moving around. I look forward again, grab her hand and before the first step is taken. Darkness.
*A somewhat annoyed yawn can be heard through the radio*
Well i guess i can put my say in this, names Joe i'm sure they remember me sure, we weren't the best of manners but we had his and the colony's best interest in mind, in case that your man stirred up shit he could be taken for being the colony and causing shite to them and what if an enemy of the colony was to see him, surely they would try to capture him. we were never the once to aim guns we weren't the one flipping the others of but hey i mean i'm alive so the way i see it keep that armband on yourself we tried and you simply ignored us, so suit yourself the troubles to come are your and yours alone, but never the less i wish you good luck.
*another yawn comes through before the radio static continues*
Congratulations to Mary G. Archer for taking the power of the family and have now complete dictatorship <3
And congratulations to Mason Held for being now one of Mary's slaves
And good luck to Pebbles for working with Noah! You will need it.
you'd best behave otherwise things could get ugly <3
* humming silence is disrupted by a short sigh before Joe's voice breaks through with a sad and cold tone*
I won't promise anything before I hear a date and time but I'll try I believe there are a few things that has been waiting for to long.
so, just a little update on the problem, for some weird reason it seem to happen only when i go to highly populated areas, because everytime there is a bunch of people crowded by GM by the looks of it the issue seem to occour
In the silent of the night he was sitting in the utter darkness, all alone. Frantically trying to come up with any explanation. In a outburst of rage he jumped out of his chair making the table flip, before he got a hold of the chair hurling it in the wall on the opposite side of the room as it partially broke on impact.
I fell, collapsed together on the cold chilly floor. in a mixture of rage and sorrow i was laying there not caring whom might hear the loud sobbing and the loud yells whether it was the undead or the living. It felt like hours.I must of fallen asleep because all of the sudden i swear i could feel someone shaking me to wake me up.
In disbelief i opened my eyes. It was Milana. her bright eyes. her wide smile. and her face, shining of happiness as if nothing had ever happened. i rubbed my eyes in disbelief. and then i looked around me. They were all there. my Family back in Norway. Everyone from the Menagerie. Tosha, Louie, Calypso, Tim, Mike and Rasper.
They were all there as if nothing of this had ever happened and as if they had known each other forever. having the time of their life. Cheering. Celebrating. Partying as if nothing had happened. all of them turned towards me and smiled, and waved me over. I slowly moved towards them in disbelief. Step by step. But they just went further and further away by every step.
For every step i took they took Ten backwards until i could barley see them anymore.
I woke up and started to look around me. It was still dark and it finally dawned on me, they were all people i would never see again. I broke down. shaking and crying uncontrollably in the darkness that felt like the deepest hole in hell. In a moment of madness i reached into my holster, grabbed the pistol, made sure there was a bullet in the chamber. put it to my temple, ready to finally join my friends once more.
all of the sudden the radio sparks to life. Its the others small-talking on the radio, i lean my head down away from the end of the pistol, yet still i pushed the trigger letting the gun fly out of my hand and the empty shell casing bounces in front of me like the tiniest bell chiming. the gun slides slowly on the floor before it comes to a halt. "i'm running out of time, but these people are my last hope. After this there is nothing left here for me, this has to work!"
He took a quick peak down from the window to see that the streets are quiet. he picks up his pistol and chambers it again, puts it in his holster before he rush down the stairs and out of the house still struggling to keep a hold of his feelings from all the memories washing onto him.