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  2. insulting someone is rude and in your society it might me not acceptable but in mine its seen difrently
  3. did you not read what i posted. i said i didt know about the rule?
  4. Well i did see any rules agenst force feeding or removing cloths? what if i wanted to steal your cloths
  5. Well if it was so horrible why did't you just log off I don't think anyone would hold it against you if you thought you were being mentally attacked online. Also most of the rp i did was about canablism and in the game of dayz you cannot be naked so me taking off your cloths was completely ok and not to mention i told you both to drop everything at the start as a safety precaution. Also me not knowing rape rp was not a thing is my fault but you not saying you don't want to is yours even if you did't know about the rule either. I was trying to make the RP realistic because in the real world terrible things happen not to mention a post-apocalyptic world would be 10x worse. I would like to add i kept the rape rp to a minimum and i did't go into detail i literallyjust said suck his pp.
  6. well one i did't know rape rp is not allowed two they did't say to me that they did't want to three the extent of the rp was me saying suck my pp
  7. He was a canadian soldger who had fought in the cival war, years after the war he became a peace keeper representing Canada. When the outbreak happened he fled to the woods to be alone not trusting the locals. After months of being in the woods alone he went into the citys looking for signs of life. I am not alone. If you set aside the killers. I have found others. Survivors that are just like me. Or at least I believe so, I want to believe so. Sometimes I manage to just catch a glimpse of a poor soul as he gets carried away. Others I have actually told my name. I do not always want to know their names. It makes it harder as they hang from the hook. I help them...sometimes. Just as they help me. Fear is our common denominator. And we bond. We have nobody else. Human contact and interaction sooths this trial we share. I ask myself whether I am better off alone, or if we can come farther together. Sometimes I bare shame as I sneak away from screams. But I have equally often been on the other side, hanging two feet off the ground, whereas I see someone, watching from shrubbery. Like a witness. Maybe it is important to watch, and remind oneself that pain is not the only thing that burdens our lives at this point? But also our souls. Do we deserve to live if we were to escape?
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