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  1. Yay now I can see at night!
  2. I, CynicalCertainty, 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. //Signed, CynicalCertainty
  3. Born in the Soviet Union, Leonid is used to secrecy. His whole life has been a secret. Even from his own wife. The world is a fascinating place. All it takes is the right mind, and the right means to take advantage of it. Leonid's KGB file, c. 1982.
  4. Looks fantastic. Which general items spawns were changed?
  5. Met these guys on the road the other day. Short, but enjoyable and funny conversation and great RP. Good luck folks!
  6. CHAPTER ONE - Prologue “I hate airports…” the old man thought, as he trudged through the crowds of people at Smolensk International Airport. After finally finding a place to rest, he set down what luggage he had elected to carry onto the plane and heaved a sigh. Glancing quickly around the terminal, he quickly noticed a set of old, bulky phone booths. As the old man walked towards them, he began to fiddle around in his coat pockets, reaching for a coin wallet. He seemed to grasp it just as he reached the phone booth. Carefully, and with a slightly shaking hand, he inserted a few coins into the slot and dialed a number, beginning with the country code of the Republic of Chernarus. The line rang for a few seconds. The man paced around the small booth, waiting impatiently for an answer. Finally, one came. A man, slightly younger, answered; “Hello?” “Lyonya, it’s me.” The old man responded. “Ah, Valera; I was expecting your call. Are you on your way?” “Of course I am. My flight was delayed. I thought the civil war was over?” The younger man chuckled slightly “That may be, Valera. But the air is still in a sorry state.” “I see. Give my love to Petro and Lyudmilla; I’ll be there soon.” With that, Valery hung up the phone, and returned to his seat; shuffling through a long line which had grown during the short few minutes he was on the phone. His wool coat flopped onto the cheap leather, as Valery picked up a crumpled copy of the newspaper he had bought at the newsstand. “More of the same…” he mumbled to himself. The main headlines disinterested him. Talk of the recent Brexit vote, and subsequent mess it had made in Britain and Europe. Of more interest to him was news on the situation in Chernarus, specifically in South Zagoria; his destination. The old man was flying to a war-torn region of the world, with the sole purpose of visiting his brother, Leonid. He was unsure why he had to fly to Chernarus to do so, as his brother had not said anything to him about the details of his job at the Chernogorsk Hospital. All he knew, and truthfully all he cared about, was that his brother, niece and nephew all lived together in Chernogorsk. He had been unable to see them in many years, not since his nephew was a small child; and his niece had still been in the womb. Yet now, having taken two weeks off work, he hoped to make up for the lost time. Valery’s thoughts were interrupted by the airport’s public address system. A woman’s voice, shrill and loud, rang out through the terminal; ‘Aeroflot flight to Miroslavl departing in twenty minutes. Calling all remaining passengers to board immediately at Gate 12.’ Valery quickly sprung into a series of rapid movements. Sitting up, he pulled his wool overcoat over his torso, collected his briefcase and knapsack, and began to shuffle towards the Gate. As he reached the gate, he sighed impatiently upon seeing the lineup. He resided himself to his excitement to see his family again. They would go fishing with his nephew, hunting with his brother, and reading with his sister in law and niece. At last, the boarding agent’s voice snapped him out of his daydreaming. Handing over his passport and plane ticket, he had cheered himself into a state of excitement. Little did he know that he would never return to Smolensk.
  7. Valery begins to speak slowly and softly into the radio, adjusting his glasses to not get in the way. "I don't deny it. I went with them on two occasions. I went alone without any relation to Borealis; my actions were mine alone. It was personal to me alone, not with anyone else from Borealis. However, my presence alone cannot count for what you accuse me of. I am honest about my flaws. I had a momentary lapse of judgement. What about you? Are your actions lapses of judgement as well? Or have you always been terrible people. Like a lion waiting to strike the weak. My conscience is clear, is yours?" Valery pauses before beginning to speak again. "Also, pretending to be the horsemen in the end times is heresy. Tell your leaders I said that. Wanting to kill innocent people like Dr. Kim is worse than what I did. My actions are remedied and made better by the simple fact that I am honest about them. You aren't." The old man lets go of the button on his radio and resumes chopping firewood.
  8. Valery would raise his radio and press his PTT. Exhausted he presses it weakly. "I have not encountered such an individual. Poor thing though, what a pity. If I come into contact with anyone who matches your description I will make sure to radio back. Maybe he can be helped? What help there is to be had in this wasteland." The man would release the button and lay back down.
  9. I try to use gear that would make sense for my character. For example, as a veteran of the Soviet military, my character trained and used the Kalashnikov series as well as rifles such as the Mosin-Nagant, so I try to stick to those. Of course, there are examples of my character using western weapons; but that is usually when he feels that he likes the feel of that weapon. For example, if he had an AK-74, he would switch to an FAL (who wouldn't), but since he'd use the FAL for a while before getting a better Kalashnikov such as an AKM, he may decide to stick with the FAL. In terms of clothing, my character hasn't been in the military for 40 years. So he wears civilian clothing. I prefer not to wear plate carriers or battle belts unless I have a lot of stuff to carry, since it makes more sense for my character to wear more civilian to police level vests. Ultimately, as many have said before, it depends on the character.
  10. After consulting with the other members of my group, we have decided not to close the report and go ahead with it. With that said we would also like to take the report off hold.
  11. I have spoken with the person mentioned in the report. I am considering closing the report but I would like to discuss with other members of my group first before coming to a final conclusion. Could the report be put on hold?
  12. Server and location: S2 Livonia, Topolin Approximate time and date of the incident (SERVER TIME): Between 21:00 and 23:00 Your in game name: Valery Kuznetsov Names of allies involved: N/A Name of suspect/s: N/A Friendly/Enemy vehicles involved (if any): Unknown Additional evidence? (video/screenshot): Detailed description of the events: I went out of town to visit the Soup Kitchen in Sitnik. On the way there I found a car. When I drove back, I returned to our gate being open. I parked the car and went inside to find stuff on the floor with adequate space in the barrels to put it back in. There was also a water barrel stand left outside our base but I do not have photographs of that. I am unsure as to when this took place, only that they sawed off the lock to raid us. Then, when I parked the car and went to find a lock, they returned and took the car again (I assume) as it was gone.
  13. People will play on whatever map they like best. Some people will change maps depending on different factors, such as population. Either way, I feel as though the reason Livonia is popping recently is simply because it is very new in comparison to Chernarus. Many people here have said they simply feel it is a better map, and that's perfectly fine. But intrinsically, in my personal opinion, Livonia is simply not as good as Chernarus. Don't get me wrong, Livonia is still a good map, but its still relatively new; and when compared to Deer Isle, its actually finished. Either way, the servers will most likely balance out sooner or later. Until that happens, my advice is simply do what you want to do. Or, use your own judgement and determine which course of action is best for you.
  14. This character is a WIP.
  15. *The static breaks again as the man's voice comes across the radio.* "Good day friends. Welcome to Postman Calls. Today I wish to speak to you about the benefits of charity. We today all have so little. While many have plenty. I encourage you all to reach into the bottom of your hearts and share. We, as humans, as civilized beings, cannot survive alone; both physically and mentally. And physically we require many items to survive; food, clothes and water among the few. Mentally we require the goodness of other human beings. I urge those with plenty to give to the few. You will help those in need with the survival of the mentality and of their physicality. For it is as our Lord said, "One thing you still lack; sell all that you possess and distribute it to the poor, and you shall have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me." This I tell you; those who are charitable will inherit the peace and goodness of God." *The message ends as static resumes.*
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