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"The Acid Queen of the Black Circle"

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  1. Angel

    Fifty Two | An IC Focused Survivor Group

    Loved meeting you guys. Great roleplay, had a lot of fun after months without playing. Thanks for leaving a good aftertaste in my mouth, and that is not an euphemism, Jason. (Or was it James?)
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    So PK for NVFL?

    I think it falls under whether the staff are willing to look at each case individually rather than coming up with far reaching solutions which often cause these issues, where people think it's unfair and whatnot. Obviously a case-by-case analysis would be the best way to go about it. If it's aggravated (i.e. followed by trolling, RDM, Fail/BadRP, etc.), then clearly the person doesn't care enough about RP. If it's a new guy who just got around to RPing or someone who just didn't quite catch it, a permanent punishment isn't warranted IMO. EDIT: A (grim but somewhat relevant) comparison could be to the IRL death punishment. Having it "to scare people from breaking rules" doesn't statistically work, and rather gives more trouble for the government to deal with. Really grim, now that I think of it, but you get what I mean.
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    "Famous" DayZRP Last Words

    "Oh yeah? Or what?"
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    What are your religious views DayZRP?

    I don't believe any of the big organized Religions, I feel as if they got it all wrong. I'd consider myself some sort of spiritualist, but I'm really lax about it. I just feel as if there's _something_, I just doubt anyone can actually say for sure what it is.
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    The Current Loot Spawn Rate is to High and should be Lowered

    I still see super soldiers wandering about. Seems like people are very comfortable at the moment. Also, keep in mind people still wait around military areas over restarts, and so loot is never an issue. If you make it even rarer, you'll just make the game frustrating for the rest of us. -1, though I am for replacing certain high tier items with lesser ones.
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    Poor connection to specifically this server

    As someone who has had extensive and strangely specific connection problems in the past, I can confirm that it's almost 100% your end, and it's something you might not even realize at first. I fixed my issues with my ISP. They often hold monopolies over your area so try your hardest to get them to do something about it.
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    Nerf Zombies Please

    I honestly feel like the zombies currently punish all sorts of gameplay styles, instead of rewarding sneaking. Tried to sneak around a town, pretty successful. A zombie was in the way to get inside a house, I sneaked up behind it with my axe, pointed at the head, took 7 hits and alerted every zombie in the city. That makes absolutely no sense. I thought they were just tougher, turns out they're invincible. I feel as if I got mugged off because I chose to sneak instead of killing everything I see. Lol
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    Using The Potius Cras name in game ICly

    Honestly, after this, I'd go as far as reporting people who do that, or at the very least trying to find out who they are and talk to them, to let them know it's not ok. I remember once waaaay back in the DayZ Mod days, when you had Group tags next to your name, I've had people be like "Oh you're with ____!" after they saw the tags in text chat. This isn't as bad, but it's still pretty bad.
  9. Angel

    Hannah Johnson

    Thanks, currently working on some more entries.
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    "I wish I'd met you on Legends of the Hidden Temple
    I wish Hegel wasn't so incomprehensible
    I wish I was more like the Übermensch
    I wish my fears didn't have such a putrid stench
    I think my muscles should be bigger
    I don't know much about Being and Nothingness
    But I might just be a being of nothingness"

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    Hannah Johnson

    ------------------------------- I - "Liliya." The tapping was all she could hear. That and, of course, her own breathing. He tapped against the table with that fucking spoon every night. Every dinner, if you could call that dinner. Hannah’s desperation and fear turned into apathy. If at first the stench made her stomach twirl, it now fueled a new feeling, stronger than anger. Stronger than hate, definitely. Tears no longer rolled down her cheeks, a ghostly trail instead permanently rested against the skin of her face. “Eat,” the man grunted, “daddy gets angry if children don’t eat.” The man’s russian accent was thick, but manageable. Though not much was thicker than the so-called soup the girl had been forced to eat for the last couple of weeks. Was it the soup that radiated the stench that haunted his cabin, or was it the others? “Liliya, deti ne yedyat,” he grunted, without raising his gaze from his plate. Liliya was probably his wife, Hannah thought. He grunted her name constantly, always grunting, always speaking through his gross, swollen lips. Regardless of who she was, her remains sat to the left of Hannah, destined to dine for eternity. To her right sat a smaller corpse, all dried up, of a child. It was hard to tell when they had died. The kid seemed to be dead for much longer and was probably buried at some point - his only remarkable features were a bite mark on his left leg and a hole in his forehead. The woman, Liliya, was much fresher, relatively speaking. A bullet wound marked her right temple, probably self-inflicted. Across the table, of course, sat the man. He was Russian, that’s for sure. Not much else could be gathered. His diaries, the scribbles on the walls, the table, they were all in Russian. Their only form of communication was his broken, grunted English, which consisted mostly of orders and calls. He couldn’t be any younger than 50, though his overgrown beard and hair hid most of his features. Scars were visible all over his hands and arms, going all the way up to his shoulders, where many more were probably covered by a dirty old vest. Something was missing, however; there was a fourth chair at the table, and a half empty bunk-bed. Photos of the family often depicted four people: a mother, a father, a son and… A daughter. There were no signs of this daughter anywhere. Before Hannah could think any further, the man slammed his hand on the table, disturbing the remains of his family and turning most of the silverware airborne for a very brief moment. “You will fucking eat,” he growled at the only other living guest. Her gaze remained fixed, even though her hands were shaking. Her soup had flown off the plate, but that was far from her focus. For the past twenty minutes or so, all her eyes could seem to be drawn to was the man’s knife, sitting tidily next to his plate. She could see it already, her mind played it all time and time again, her plan to finally end this torment: a swift movement up from her seat and towards the weapon, then towards his throat. Regardless, it was unfortunately too far from reality. It would take her took long to reach for it. “EAT,” he roared. If it were not for the rain that quickly followed, one would think his shout aloned summoned thunder. “You had to fucking leave. Run away. You will never run away again, no.” “Is that what she did?” Hannah asked, finally moving her gaze up to the man’s furious eyes. “Did she run away from you? Was that before or after your wife blew her brains out?” “ENOUGH.” The Russian slammed the table again, now with both of his fists, almost breaking it in half. This burst of anger disturbed the entire cabin. The corpses fell to their sides, the plates were thrown towards the ground and that precious knife fell to the floor, ever closer to Hannah. This was her chance. She swiftly got up from her chair and stood aside, taunting the man. “Or… Did your wife help her escape, and when she was left alone with you, her only hope was to take that revolver to her head?” He could not handle any more. The man stood up, seemingly doubling in size in a second. His sudden steps towards the small girl were wide and swift, each with a thud that rumbled her chest within - it was now or never. Once she was within arm’s reach, he swung for her head in an attempt to grab the girl by the hair. Her agility and size, however, allowed for a successful dodge, followed by a run for the hunting knife that had dropped to the floor. It was big, heavy and old, but sharp. “I will leave. Tonight,” she demanded, standing with her new weapon pointed to the brute in front of her. For the next few, long seconds, they remained in a stalemate, circling the room around the table. Each step closer to the door was a step closer to freedom for Hannah. Rain began to pour stronger than ever before, making its way through the roof in the form of tiny drops falling in between the adversaries. It was another lightning strike nearby that broke the stalemate once again: the flash convinced Hannah to run for the door, dodging her captor’s grasp once again. The wife’s corpse blocked the man’s step, tripping him onto the floor, almost as a last attempt to save another girl from the monster. Hannah’s freedom, however, was short lived: her escape was only a small head start. Being quickly chased by the brute, she found herself sprinting deep into the unknown forest, attempting to follow what was left of the trail once used to find the cabin. Regardless of how agile and small she was, her strides were still no match for the man following her steps. Hannah was no match for his speed or determination. Becoming aware of this, she stopped and turned towards the approaching threat, preparing for a harsh impact with her knife. Moments before the collision, she swung low, aiming towards his fat stomach. The man hit her like a truck, her body did nothing to stop his inertia. Their bodies, entangled, flew back another five feet before finally resting on a mount of mud. No movement could be seen on the aftermath, except for Hannah beneath a mount of flesh struggling to free herself, covered in mud and blood - his blood. Her blade had pierced deep into his belly, slicing many organs on its way and swiftly bleeding him out. It was as if nothing, not even nature, conspired for her escape. The heavy rain turned the forest ground into a stream of mud and rocks. Each time she felt stable footing, it was swiped away by mud and debris. After much struggle, Hannah escaped and walked South through the forest, finding herself by the coast. Her safest bet was to follow it, unknowingly heading towards the Green Sea peninsula and, eventually, Chernarus.
  12. Angel

    Combat Logging Rule

    So far it seems the only argument to keep the rule is because it would take effort to "interpret it". It's not rocket science, plus we punish people who don't read the rules thoroughly. If you engage in hostile activity, the attacker must remain in the server for 30 minutes, while the defenders are allowed to leave. Realistically speaking, this would be like running away and hiding. Even if the person stays in the server, you can run the entire map in 30 minutes. Effectively ending your roleplay. Hell, I would rather the attackers have a permanent aggression pact with my character than be punished in a report for something so victimless. +1, no reason not to remove it. EDIT: Plus, no one's talking about logging out mid-roleplay. If you have someone hostage, you let them go and they disconnect right next to you, that's fucked. But we're talking about 30 minutes here. As I said, you can cross the map in that time. Your RP has ended, therefore you shouldn't be forced to stay.
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    Regarding marketing

    Some people get iffy about new players because that means, at times, more reports or a lower quality of RP. Though I think most of us would agree that it's better to have many decent/okay RPers than a couple of great ones. Definitely would love to see a thriving, expansive community, rather than a niche one. This should also mean contacting mainstream content creators, at least mainstream when it comes to DayZ.
  14. Angel

    Be Grateful For What You Have

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    I am very sorry

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    RP regarding base raiding/takeover

    I'm pretty sure the reason why there are no rules regarding base raids is because there are no logs at the moment. Like, how would the Staff ever enforce "25% of the content" from each base? How do you even quantify that? I'm also pretty sure raiding for the sake of trolling or griefing is already against the rules, but all reports just end up inconclusive because its hard to get evidence and there are no logs. The Staff here have taken a new approach when it comes to rules because of how difficult some are to enforce, due to how vague they are, or due to the lack of logs. They're mostly umbrella terms or guidelines. Like trolling doesn't have to include every single way a person could troll another. If trolling is against the rules, anything done in a trollish way is punishable. If you make everything too specific, you end up limiting yourself.
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    Okay... This Fog.

    So to increase server performance they just made it so some people can't see further than a few dozen meters?
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    Moving and Open Inventory

    After playing Metro Exodus, I've started to appreciate stopping to look into your backpack. Sometimes it really doesn't make sense to be able to do everything while sprinting. But, hey, quality of life and all that. My personal opinion is to keep it as it is, wouldn't mind that. But I see why people would want it back the way it was.
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    I pull my hood down, I got some walls up
    Walls up
    I keep my coat on I got some walls up
    Chips down, walls up
    I cut the lights off

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    1. Eagle



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    Transparency and the Terms of Service.

    Disclaimer: This is not a spiteful thread in any way. It's not meant to start drama, which is one of the reasons I'm making it as a post in Ask the Staff as opposed to other open places so I can get an answer directly from staff and avoid cluttering from other people. It has come to my attention that the Terms of Service either are not properly worded, or omit important information. On the DayZRP Staff Agreement page, Roland says the following: The two highlighted parts are what I'm coming to question, because of these two direct quotes from Roland and JimRP, respectively: This exception is not mentioned anywhere in the ToS, one that JimRP signed himself and Roland would intuitively follow as well as he is, after all, part of the Staff team. And focusing on the first quote, I myself had personal flame directed at me through PMs which I could not handle myself, having to wait for other staff to deal with to avoid seeming biased - one of the ToS clauses. My question is not in regards to the validity of their actions, or whether they were wrong or not for doing so. I'm just confused as to the how two members of Staff, one of which openly signed the Terms of Service publicly available on the forums, exempted themselves from said Terms without any mention of said exemption on the document, other than their responses to criticism, which can be easily overlooked. Is this openly stated in any Terms of Service clauses? If not, how is this enforced? As a member of the community, not knowing what the Staff can or can not do feels shady, specially as someone who has had trouble with the Staff ToS in the past. Would seem like a matter of respect with the Community.
  22. *** Childhood. Hannah was always brilliant - top of her class. She was interested in almost everything, it seemed. Sports, the sciences, humanities. She scored an A in Maths and Literature in the same breath. That resulted in a lot of targeting from her classmates. It didn't help that she was pretty, too. Whether it was jealousy or hollow hate, it hardened Hannah from a young age. Being alone was her best pass-time. Her love of sports is what got her interested in going to Sochi, host of the 2014 Winter Olympics. She fell in love with the city from the coverage, and decided she wanted to explore the world at an early age. Early Adulthood. On her 18th birthday, she had gathered enough money - and trust from her parents - to gain a trip to Russia. It wasn't in the winter like she had hoped, but it was good enough. To Sochi it was, not knowing she would probably never return. After just a few days in her favorite city, news of a disease outbreak in the nearby country of Chernarus put everyone on edge, considering the closeness to the peninsula. Though diseases spread all the time, this was different. Reports of psychotic attacks started to emerge and soon enough, Hannah found herself stuck in Sochi, as highways were absolutely jammed, and all flights cancelled. Surviving Sochi. Hannah spent the first year and a half in the city of her dreams. It had gone to shit quickly. She saw it go from mild public distress to absolute chaos in a matter of weeks, or was it months? She managed to get by with the little money she had, but it quickly lost its importance. Communication with the exterior lasted briefly, and Hannah had only began to make sense of the Russian language. Months after the initial outbreak, Sochi had been overrun. The streets which were once crowded with rioters and a panicking population were now empty, if not infested with infected. Hannah barricaded herself with many other survivors inside a supermarket, which provided safety and supplies for a long while, though it was not permanent. On a cold night, a careless scout allowed for the infected to enter and cause havoc. Hannah does not know if others survived that horrible night. Chernarus. Chernarus came much later. Almost two years after the initial outbreak, Hannah started to head East of Sochi, hoping to reach Western European countries, or anything better than the city she was just in. Her journey eventually lead her to Chernarus after a wrong turn. She only found out when it was too late.
  23. Angel

    DayZRP Battle Royale

    The fact that it's OOC disappoints me a bit, would be nice to have a battle-royale in-character.
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    My wife - Tucker Brookes

    Thank you Tucker, very cool!
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    Get rid of the Sickness.

    It was funny at first, how in our group we kept betting on who would get it next. But the frequency of the sneezes and coughs makes it an annoyance, feels like a bug rather than a feature. I would be fine with it if the symptoms were much more spread out. Like every couple of minutes a fit of sneezing and coughing, that then goes away for a while. And a lot of sniffling in between. But I think outright removing it would be for the best.
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