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Ramsey Sleevar

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  1. I had to do a lot of resetting but Finally figured it out. Thank yall again.
  2. I tried that and reset my keybinds. What is the key to chat in game?
  3. So long story short. My mic on three different headsets don't work on y'alls server. So now everyone thinks I am a mute. XD
  4. based out of Alabama. His name will be Damion Russel. Just some good ol' boy that woke up in what he thinks is Russia. He came from a small town trying to make a name for him self. The star Running back for his football team, coming from a very poor family. He had to work on his down time to provide food for his mother and two little sisters. The only time he met with anybody out side or school, work, and or the store was by selling drugs. This is where he thinks he has ended up in the god forbidden land that seems to have Russian decent. He struggles trying to find peace with him self. "Was it a drug deal gone wrong? I thought it was all there? Was it just a boat ride? I thought we where coming to pick up some guns, and a lot of drug?" All the answers where wrong. It was a set up. A little ol boat ride turned into possible hit on our character Damion Russel. He sat there at this little boat dark right before the sun was rising. The only dude he knew, (Jacks) said he needed to step away for a piss. Damion stood there and waited until he heard something behind him. As he turs around all he knows was he was hit with a blunt object. waking up in pain and confusion he sees what hew thinks is his friend Jacks. To learn he isn't Jacks anymore at all. Damion fights off this Zombie like Jacks. Fighting and turning he relies what he must to. Damion pick jacks up and slams him on top of his head. Looking around in confusion. The boat is gone. There is no Drugs. And there isn't a single shell casing to be found. Damion relies that he isn't in Bama anymore and start his journey to survival, and to find others. As this wonderer walks down these roads he is searching for someone to tell him how he can make it back home to his little sisters and his mother. He soul source of surviving is going to consist of hunting, fishing, finding others to trade with, and some good ol back woods medicine. He is an expert at long range weapons from growing up in the wood from hunting deer, boar, and bears. He just wants to find friends and call a place a home. where it may be by a lake a river or in the woods. He will not be found in cities unless it is deemed safe. Growing up cities where never a great place to be for him. He always stuck to back roads, and/or woods. He is a really friendly guy that lives off the land. Some may think he is a threat, but once they know him. He is just a big ol teddy bear and would give the shirt off of his back for another
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