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Thrillshire

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    S1: Invalid Kill in Polana - 07/17/2019 02:43

    Benjamin's POV: The original situation mentioned by OP, I have no POV on that as I was AFK sitting on a bench in the Wolfpack camp and was not involved in any hostilities or initiations at that point. When I returned, I met back up with @PandaOG and @LegoOG . They filled me in on the hostilities in the area so we roamed around up to the barn and around the area up to a hill. We saw a guy in a red track suit so we jogged up the hill when @LegoOG was shot. @PandaOG returned fire and killed him. We then RP'd in the camp after all that.
  2. September 25th, 1991. Jericho, Texas was no longer a ghost town as it's last remaining family, the Carmine's welcomed triplet boys. Anthony, Benjamin, and Carmine. There wasn't much to do in Jericho, a town filled with cattle and ghost barns. Benjamin's Pa had been out of work for years, with little motivation to find a job. Pa was motivated though, to find the next bottle to consume. Often, he'd come home late, drunk, and would take it out on Ma. Benjamin and his brothers first memory is their Pa striking their Ma after a long night of drinking. Ma was no cupcake though, she stayed up one night waiting for Pa to come home and hit her again. When Pa arrived, Ma was sitting in her chair, facing the doorway, shotgun in her lap. "What in the hell do you think you're doing with my gun Woman?!" Pa yelled as he started moving towards her. Ma stood up, put that shotgun barrel right between his eyes and calmly stated "Get out. Don't ever come back." Smirking, Pa replied "You don't have the guts to pull the trigger". Ma cocked the gun and pressed it even harder against his head ready to pull the trigger, but saw all 3 of her boys watching from the staircase, all next to each other and watching. "I have enough guts to protect my boys from a drunk monster like you. Now you've got 3 seconds. 3..." Pa didn't move. "2" Now Pa's face had changed from cocky to worrisome. "1" Pa slowly backed towards the door, hands to his side. He took one last look at the boys. Pa went out the door, walked to his truck, turned it on, and that was the last time the boys ever saw their Pa. Growing up, Benjamin and his brothers were very tight knit. Sure they had their fights, but Ma was always there to remind them that no one in this world was going to protect them except each other. Ma homeschooled the 3 boys and taught them how to read and write, but most importantly she taught them right from wrong. Benjamin had a very active imagination and would read any book he could get his hands on. It was something him and his Ma shared, they would often read together at night while Anthony and Carmine would wrestle around for the last knock-off brand Oreo. Ma started not feeling so great and passed away quickly when the boys were 14. Buried out back underneath her favorite tree, the boys had no more direction. As they stood there in silence, they looked at each other and promised that no matter what, nothing would ever come between them and they would always "do right by Ma". Surviving on their own, the boys looked out for each other, took care of each other, and truly became brothers. When Benjamin was 17, one particular night hit him hard on just how much he missed his Ma. He pulled out one of his favorite books "The Killer Angels", a narrative on the Battle of Gettysburg. Reading it to his brothers, they were all enamored by the sense of justice, morality, and "doing right by Ma". With little direction and nothing else to do in a ghost town, the boys headed in to the local town of Nacogdoches and enlisted in the Marines. At the ages of 18, Benjamin and his brothers enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. During boot camp, the brothers undertook parachute training and combatant diving qualification courses and were designated 0326 Reconnaissance Marine, Parachute and Combatant Diver Qualified, and were assigned to the 27th MEU, aboard the USS Khe Sanh, and deployed overseas to the Green Sea to assist in the Chernarussian Civil War. After the civil war's end the 27th remained in Chernarus as a relief aide for the war torn Nation. In 2017, when the outbreak occurred, Anthony and his brothers were assigned to Delta Squad, led by Lt. Peter Brooks. They were in the Northern region of Chernarus near Tisy Military Base, when radios went silent. After months of fending for themselves, the brothers were separated from their unit and lost all contact with CENTCOM. In the following years, the Carmine brothers had did all they could to stake out a new life in this hell-torn land and were committed to surviving, no matter the cost.
  3. September 25th, 1995. Jericho, Texas was no longer a ghost town as it's last remaining family, the Carmine's welcomed triplet boys. Anthony, Benjamin, and Carmine. There wasn't much to do in Jericho, a town filled with cattle and ghost barns. Benjamin's Pa had been out of work for years, with little motivation to find a job. Pa was motivated though, to find the next bottle to consume. Often, he'd come home late, drunk, and would take it out on Ma. Benjamin and his brothers first memory is their Pa striking their Ma after a long night of drinking. Ma was no cupcake though, she stayed up one night waiting for Pa to come home and hit her again. When Pa arrived, Ma was sitting in her chair, facing the doorway, shotgun in her lap. "What in the hell do you think you're doing with my gun Woman?!" Pa yelled as he started moving towards her. Ma stood up, put that shotgun barrel right between his eyes and calmly stated "Get out. Don't ever come back." Smirking, Pa replied "You don't have the guts to pull the trigger". Ma cocked the gun and pressed it even harder against his head ready to pull the trigger, but saw all 3 of her boys watching from the staircase, all next to each other and watching. "I have enough guts to protect my boys from a drunk monster like you. Now you've got 3 seconds. 3..." Pa didn't move. "2" Now Pa's face had changed from cocky to worrisome. "1" Pa slowly backed towards the door, hands to his side. He took one last look at the boys. Pa went out the door, walked to his truck, turned it on, and that was the last time the boys ever saw their Pa. Growing up, Benjamin and his brothers were very tight knit. Sure they had their fights, but Ma was always there to remind them that no one in this world was going to protect them except each other. Ma homeschooled the 3 boys and taught them how to read and write, but most importantly she taught them right from wrong. Benjamin had a very active imagination and would read any book he could get his hands on. It was something him and his Ma shared, they would often read together at night while Anthony and Carmine would wrestle around for the last knock-off brand Oreo. Ma started not feeling so great and passed away quickly when the boys were 14. Buried out back underneath her favorite tree, the boys had no more direction. As they stood there in silence, they looked at each other and promised that no matter what, nothing would ever come between them and they would always "do right by Ma". Surviving on their own, the boys looked out for each other, took care of each other, and truly became brothers. When Benjamin was 17, one particular night hit him hard on just how much he missed his Ma. He pulled out one of his favorite books "The Killer Angels", a narrative on the Battle of Gettysburg. Reading it to his brothers, they were all enamored by the sense of justice, morality, and "doing right by Ma". With little direction and nothing else to do in a ghost town, the boys headed in to the local town of Nacogdoches and enlisted in the Marines. At the ages of 18, Benjamin and his brothers enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. During boot camp, the brothers undertook parachute training and combatant diving qualification courses and were designated 0326 Reconnaissance Marine, Parachute and Combatant Diver Qualified, and were assigned to the 27th MEU, aboard the USS Khe Sanh, and deployed overseas to the Green Sea to assist in the Chernarussian Civil War. After the civil war's end the 27th remained in Chernarus as a relief aide for the war torn Nation. In 2017, when the outbreak occurred, Anthony and his brothers were assigned to Delta Squad, led by Lt. Peter Brooks. They were in the Northern region of Chernarus near Tisy Military Base, when radios went silent. After months of fending for themselves, the brothers were separated from their unit and lost all contact with CENTCOM. In the following years, the Carmine brothers had did all they could to stake out a new life in this hell-torn land and were committed to surviving, no matter the cost.
  4. Take all of my beanz. This is awesome
  5. Xehara

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      Thrillshire

      This takes me back to middle school

  6. Thrillshire

    Jaysh Allah (Closed Recruitment)

    I’ve had a few interactions with this group and all I can say is...you guys ICly are complete dicks. And it has greatly enhanced my experience on this server because I’m not about the cupcake and rainbows life. Every time I’ve been interrogated or questioned by you, I’ve had to come up with different accents and names so you don’t catch on to my characters true allegiance. It’s made me better at RP. When raiding Novaya 4 days ago, playing that Islamic battle song before you initiated was a nice touch. I hate you guys ICly, keep up the good work!
  7. Always a good time RPing with @Peril, had fun last night!
  8. Xehara

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  9. Quick background: I played maybe 50 hours on public servers and had zero interaction with anyone before I found DayZRP. Woke up for the first time, can't remember where at. Found a small town and began looting. Nighttime started rolling in so I quickly finished up and then hid in a farmhouse on the outskirts of the town. While sitting down, I could hear footsteps in the other room (hadn't checked the house out yet). Panic attack set in and I didn't move for a solid 5 minutes, holding my Mosin. Finally I build up the courage to say something VOIP "Uh, Hi is someone in here with me?". The footsteps stop so now I'm really panicking. "My name is Jason, I just got here". No response. "Uh, ok do you need anything? I have a little water and food I can spare". No response. Waiting a couple more minutes without saying anything, just listening to the footsteps. "Ok, if you don't say anything, I'm coming in" No response. After talking myself up, I crouch walk to the door, count to 3 and open it. Finally got a reply of "raaahhhhhhhhh". I RP'd with an infected for 10 minutes.
  10. Thrillshire

    Capital Vices (Strict IC Recruitment)

    After being interrogated, radio destroyed, and stripped of everything by the Muslims at VMC last night, I headed South hoping that the Medic @Xehara sent was still at Rogovo. Found Tyler (not sure of tag), and really provided excellent Combat Medic RP. As someone still very new to the RP scene, I followed Tyler's lead and felt my RP improved. The firefight rescuing the hostages outside the Camp was nuts. Was planning on going to bed not long after it happened, but had way to much adrenaline. Both sides had excellent RP and I had a lot of fun, even though I got absolutely wrecked
  11. Within 5 minutes of waking up, I ran into this [email protected] @Scumbagx @G_Date (hope I got the tags correct). Outstanding RP from them and legitimately had me laughing. Looking forward to running into you guys again!
  12. Thank you for your patience yesterday @PandaOG as I learn the ropes here! Appreciate the tips and you and your groups RP, it was fun!
  13. Glad we ran into each other @Dr Brandon Thanks for showing me around and the excellent RP. I learned a lot from you!
  14. Jason Adams passion in life is teaching, specifically European History. Jason started teaching 10 years ago at a suburban high school outside Chicago, IL. He is very well liked by both his fellow teachers and students. Every year, Jason takes his AP European History class to Europe. 99 years in a row, Jason has helped create lasting memories for himself and his students. This year will be much different... Jason was on a school trip with his class to Chernarus when the outbreak hit. Staying on the coastline, Jason and his students took shelter in a large ship that had beached. With food and water running low, Jason and his students started scavenging boats and beach side houses, making sure to stay away from the large cities. Eventually, one of Jason's students, Kristen, was bit by a zombie while looking for water. The group rushed her back to the ship with the medical supplies they scavenged. Desperately trying to save her life, the group worked hard in scavenging for more IV needles, blood bags, and saline kits. Kristen passed 6 hours later and the group had their first loss. While in mourning, Kristen sat up from the table she was on. Her friends rush to her side to witness the miracle, but Kristen didn't look right. She had blood in her eyes, pale skin, and her head was cocked to one side. "Kristen?" one of the kids asked. Within 2 hours, 22 of the 25 students had been turned. Jason and 3 of his students took off running inland. Finding shelter in an abandoned boarded up house, Jason sat by the fireplace keeping watch, wondering how he'll live with himself knowing those students trusted him to take care of them all and 22 of them were now walking the coastline ready to attack the next survivor who came passing through. As he sat there eating his 1/4 of the canned peaches they found, Jason heard a noise outside. Then lights. Torches. "We know you're in there, come on out and no one has to get hurt". Jason's stomach dropped, they were survivors, but they weren't there to help. The 3 students all woke up asking Jason what to do. A gunshot rings out. "We're either coming in or you're coming out". Jason tells the students to hide and opens the front door. "Greetings gentlemen, what can I help you with?" Jason said. "Give us the kids" said the bandits. The bandits all had ski masks on, wearing matching armbands. "There aren't any kids in here, just me by myself" Jason said. *Thud* the butt of the Bandit's shotgun was slammed into Jason's stomach. Jason collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach, moaning. "Go on and get the kids, we need fresh blood for the war!" shouted the lead bandit. Jason stumbled to his feet. "Take me, let them be". The bandit leader replied "Mister, you're lucky we're even letting you live" *SLAM* Jason falls back, the bandit striking him in the face with the gun. Jason fought going unconscious as long as he could. The last words he heard were "We need to get you kids some better clothing, it's cold up North". The next morning Jason woke up, blood on chin and cheek, his eye swollen shut. No food, no water, no tools. Jason got to his feet and in the horizon he saw a large crane and the tops of some skyscrapers. "I'm getting those kids back" Jason thought to himself as he slowly headed to the city.
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