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  1. Kenyi

    Flaming a Permed played and Staff's response to this

    If you're the type of person that gets permabanned from a community but somehow still feels the need to flame, hate or insult people that are still inside that community, you should take a good look at the kind of person you are and what kind of priorities you have in life. If you're the type of person that's still within the community and feels the need to engage in some form of flaming, hating or insulting to someone that's no longer part of said community, you too should do the very same thing as stated above. Don't be susceptible to being baited into a aggressive reaction by some permabanned player that says bad words about you. Hold yourself to higher standards than the person that flames you and don't give them the satisfaction by giving a response, even if that'd mean having to 'swallow your pride' in front of anyone present. It's just some words on the internet, they should hold no power or influence over you or your emotions.
  2. I feel it's best to leave it on until Spring comes around. It's nice to have a change of scenery.
  3. Kenyi

    let amnesty players apply for staff

    Having quietly observed the way the community has been swaying back and forth, I voted no. I do wish there had been a 'Yes, but ___ " option. A majority of the people 'perma'-banned have been for a good reason. They should not be allowed the same measure of 'rights' (as harsh as that may sound) as those that have behaved themselves well in the same timeframe it took others to get banned, unbanned, banned and then return with the Amnesty program. Even if it's been years ago and you're a changed (wo)man now, this does not mean that it invalidates the fact you've been eligible for a (supposedly) permanent removal from the community at some point. While I'm all for people being allowed go get a second (or third, or fourth, or fifth) chance to be part of the community, I personally wouldn't enjoy knowing that those that have previously done enough rulebreaking to warrant being permed would now hold any form moderation rank (and being well aware this sounds hypocritical, I would have less of a problem with accepting people that do mapping or coding). I will say (after reading through the comments) that doing it on a strict case by case basis would be acceptable. Though I feel that if done in such a way, only very few would have any real chance of getting through such a application. But, seeing that JimRP has already firmly stated no, there's not going to be much room left to argue for anything else.
  4. Daniël Ezekiel Hammerson, born to Jacob Joshua Hammerson and Jana Svoboda on a blisteringly hot afternoon in Phoenix, Arizona. As far as youth goes, Daniël's grew up in a borishly normal way. While he was no stranger to mischief, his general respect for his parents (paired with the firm hand of guidance from both his mother and father) kept him from going out of control and on a (relatively) straight path. A solid C+ student throughout his learning years up to the end of high school, he'd take up the same job as his father had so dutifully performed over the many hot summers in Phoenix, starting a apprenticeship under the guidance of his old man himself and learning all the tricks of the trade along the way. A few years in (although at first perfectly content with his "low-end" job and no college education), he decided that it would be time for him to pick up the slack of his own absence of career. With the support of his dearest mother he enrolled into Arizona State College and managed to score himself a Bachelor's degree in Construction. Jobs being ample in supply for construction related projects at the time, he'd find himself engulfed in work and job security well into his adulthood. The rest of his history was pretty unremarkable. He made a decent living, supported his old folks (even more so after his father's health declined and was unable to work after the many years as a construction worker) and even went as far as to sponsor his sister's college education, knowing that she deserved just as much of a chance that he had gotten. In the earlier 2000's, Dan set his gaze to Europe. With his resume having been padded with years of experience and recommendations, he felt he could take the leap outside of the American borders and test his luck in the foreign construction market. He sold his small apartment back in Arizona after having acquired a contract or two for development in the eastern regions (mostly thanked to the Russian roots of his mother) and set off to continue his life and career in a foreign environment. Eventually, he picked up several lucrative contracts for the redevelopment and construction of several projects in Chernarus. While being hilariously terrible at the language and unfamiliar with the traditions and history of the place, Daniël nevertheless dutifully did his part in the rebuilding of the ravaged country. Most of his work taking place in the south western region of the country, Daniel never really got any real sense of danger coming from the resurgence of hatred between the russian government and that of Chernarus. It came as a surprise to him when the Chernarussian government declared martial law and had the military take over large portions of the government affairs. Dan immediately started making calls, wanting nothing to do with being stuck in a country under military control and knowing damn well that with the rising tensions, there'd be no shortly of local populace seeking to focus their hatred to the countries that just idly stood by. However, all his arrangments were met with negative response. All his pleas with the local authorities fell on deaf ears. Unable to arrange proper transport back to home within the short time before the Russians bombarded Chernarussian soil (Dan hearing it was somekind of old storage depot, leaving him more than visibly confused as to why they would outright attack it in such a show of force), Dan found himself caught in a escalating conflict that he neither wanted to be part of nor be near. It was safe to say that it scared the hell out of him. He wasn't a military man, he'd never been in a conflict zone. The prospect of becoming a casualty in some faraway country was nothing more than terrifying. He holed up in the room he had rented at the hotel in Chernogorsk, watching the events unfold on the tv and spending each terrifying night on his phone with his family, telling them that he'd do everything he'd can to get the hell out of dodge. It was the sense of safety that nearly got him killed as he had heard of the NATO fleet assembling off the coast and NATO forces coming to assist with whatever crisis was going on outside. During the early morning of the 19th of July, Dan would hear a few trapped tourists expressing their concern about the capabilities of the military forces in the area. The chilling reports of "maniacs, bleeding from their eyes and beating everyone to death" made Dan shiver, not knowing what had caused it to develop to such severity in one short week. Being in the lobby area during the morning, he watched citizens out on the streets, breaking into stores and generally causing havoc while (unbeknownst to him) the CDF and NATO forces were failing to hold back the march of the infected onto the city. It wasn't long before the looting and rioting turned to the hotel, leaving Dan with nothing left but to try and act as inconspicious as possible to not get swept up in the rage and panic of the general populace. Unable to get back to his room, he'd find himself out on the streets, surrounded by angry foreigners and hearing gunfire closing in slowly. Terrified, bewildered and truly all alone (as his phone had been left upstairs) Dan tried to make his way to the docks, hoping to find somewhere, ANYWHERE where he could take shelter. Or maybe find someone of the NATO and explain to them that he was a American citizen stuck in this mess. Unfortunately, lady luck wasn't much in his favor (as she hadn't been since the whole ordeal started) T.B.C (last addition 11/11/2018)
  5. Kenyi

    Show some love <3

    You should really be on Teamspeak more and stop hiding @Autumn, there's games to be played together. Anyway, might as well jump on this little appreciation bandwagon while we're at it. @Halven Not much to be said here really, you're probably the oldest friend I've got on DayZRP. CBR4LYFE. @Pipski You aussie twat, never change. @SomeWeirdAssGuy You might not make Autumn's special list, but I know where our roots lie and brothers guard the gates to hell long after this forum and its population has died. You should come back in for a talk sometime, old man. @Masulii Thought I'd forget you, did you? We might've not have talked whatsoever for the past... year(s), but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you. Sneaky Beaky Cheeki Breeki to you, my friend, remember to COMMS every once in a while. @Michael Cross I don't even think he browses the forums anymore. But even so, I will always remember the Radio Voice. @Denton Fitz Brother. BROTHER. BROTHER. brother. brother. Brother. I miss the CBR TS sometimes. @Mohawk A relatively recent addition to my pool of socialites. But hey, can't go wrong with a wimpy Swede. You're pretty good, kid. @RedSky and @Fluffles, your relationship makes me depressed, but in a good way. Glad to have met you and talk to you lot every once in a while. @Heroz_Nick Ah, professor Hunter. I remember a lot of fun encounters during my post CBR days (and post RBO days) with you. Pretty sure you went mad at the TP and tried to contact aliens to beam you back up. Good times. @J.D. Thanks for RBO. It's a precious little corner of my DayZRP memory. I still get homey feels whenever I see Rog. @Jack Bandit Even though your voice modulators have driven me mad sometimes, you're one of the good ones, Jack. I totally did not edit this because I forgot to add you at first. Here's some names thrown in that I want to show appreciation for the fact they exist or at one point existed on the server. @TrilbyAsh, @Lunabug, @Yuval and @DJREX (Not really though). To the rest I forgot... My bad.
  6. Kenyi

    Let's switch to Discord

    I personally enjoy Teamspeak more than I do discord, so I voted for that. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. I can however see how people like discord better due to it being shinier and having more features (it's what all the hip kids use nowadays) and how it's more cost-effective for Rolle to switch to Discord due to it being free. But we should either have one of the other, not both. Both will just cause another fracture in the community (with people no longer being in teamspeak and others not going to discord, making in-game communication vastly more difficult amongst groups).
  7. Kenyi

    The Tower

    Hey there, Major. We've been alive and well, albeit a little inactive due to the recent floods in Houston making Halven incapable of leading the group (it's kind of hard to lead a group when it would require a set of scuba-gear and a watertight pc rig) and others returning to school/work etc. We'll be more active once Halven returns and the others find their spin in combining irl affairs with game time again, don't worry. The Tower will remain.
  8. Kenyi

    The Tower

    We love you too, even though you're a teddybear controlling a human meat puppet <3
  9. There's not a lot to say about David Hazenburg, really. He's a pretty average guy, having lived a decent life without any hardships or woes that would befall many others. Born to Klaas en Cynthia in the town of Huizen, David spent most of his youth playing around on the beach and causing general mischief that youth tends to do. His teenage years were riddled with interest in the things of old (sparked by a very proficient history teacher at his high school, who was capable of taking a mere historical subject and turn it into a story that would leave anyone impressed) leaving him searching for ways to express his enthousiasm, eventually ending up in historical reenactment. After having gone through high school and gaining his HAVO diploma, he immediately jumped on the chance to start studying Archeaology, wanting to be part of the endless endeavour to reclaim bits of the past and piece together human history through the ages. Two years into his study, David planned himself a long vacation based around various historical sites throughout Europe. Unfortunately for him, Chernarus was on that list, with it's rich abundance of ruins and delapitated castles. He was present during the initial chaos that started the entire downfall of society, at first hoping to find himself being evacuated, but soon realizing that he was to be left behind. Abandoned by what he thought to be "his" western world, he fell into a depression, making his way to Chernogorsk a while the infection spread over the golobe. Unprepared and unskilled for a true apocalypse, all David could do was to hide away from the terror and the insanity that had come with the end of the world (as he knew it). After the first month (suffering from a gnawing hunger and running dangerously low on fresh water) David found himself forced to come out of hiding. He learned the hard way how ruthless and unforgiving the infected were, and how it made the people surviving within this broken country just as ruthless and unforgiving. But luck had it that he ran into a group of people that, despite the infection having ruined their world, decided to band together and make something out of it. This group made their base at the large Tower that stood proud in the middle of Chernogorsk and comprised of a variety of people that David soon came to respect and admire. Being the youngest (and the least experienced in life), the time he spent with those people taught him to be more sure of himself as well as being able to defend himself whenever necessary. Valuable lessons learned, David was present when the NATO fleet got destroyed in the black sea, any remaining hope of ever getting out vanishing. Not too long after that distaster struck again. A second plane (after the initial hit into the international hotel) crashed into Chernogorsk, clipping David's precious Tower on the way and making collapse. Being on the docks at the time, David had to watch as his beacon of safety and hope broke down. He spent the days after searching for any signs of any survivors of his group but couldn't find any sign of it, leaving him once more stranded and alone in the unforgiving harshness of the world. Mentally broken, he went back into hiding, leaving the city behind. As time went on and meeting with fellow human beings became increasingly scarce, David's mental state slowly deteriorated to the point where he spent most of his time talking to himself, no longer believing anyone to be alive and others 'survivors' merely figments of his imagination taunting him with the prospect of any human decency and/or contact. He currently roams the western portion of Chernarus in a disassociated daze, the only thing on his mind (aside from the constant grief) being staying alive.
  10. Kenyi


    Well, least that seems to have changed for now, though a single day is barely a good reference to see if it changed. There should be a less 'tough-as-nails' atmosphere around now though, as the infection is still fresh and everyone's still naïve and innocent in some way. Only way to find out is to jump in, my friend. Feel free to visit the old guard in TS whenever you spot us.
  11. Kenyi


    You can change your name, you can distort your profile picture, but you can't hide from me, Dayer. Good to have you back. You didn't miss all that much aside from the lore wipe. Seems like it inspired people to put effort into their characters and groups though, so it's looking to hopefully be a positive change. Will I see you out in the field anytime soon?
  12. Havel Kovac. If he still would've had his youthful voice, he would tell you all about his troubled past. How he grew up on the fringe of society making one stupid mistake after the other. How he lost his path to cheap booze, paid company and petty crimes. How his time in jail cost him more than his naïve innocence during his adolescent years. He'd try to play on your empathy to get some coin out of you. But he wouldn't be able to tell you all that, having lost most of his voice to a incredibly dumb parlor trick involving too much vodka and a match too close to his mouth. It left him with perpetual pain and discomfort in his throat, making him resort to short replies or general silence. His adult life didn't fare much better either. Not being able to talk very well without wanting to take a overdose of painkillers left his impression on future employers rather poor. You can understand that looking like a hobo with no redeemable qualities is not exactly the type of person people would want working at theirs desks. Or even mopping their floors, for that matter. With a weary sigh he'd start wandering from street to street. When the streets of Kirovograd no longer accepted his presence, he would wander from town to town, moving on whenever the local populace forced him out or got sick of his increasingly poor appearance. He's been all around Chernarus. Living on scraps, wearing nothing but rags, depending on the goodwill of the people (or their inability to keep a watchful eye on their belongings). Until his roaming brought him to Chernogorsk, where he settled in a couple of weeks before the world became a living hell. He was frequently seen using a makeshift rod to fish off the shore, sitting in the church under the guise of 'prayer' (while in reality it was just a good place to stay warm and have a roof over your head) or sit around the international hotel begging to foreigners for a small donation for food (vodka) or water (also vodka). Having little interest in the affairs of the world, he was one of the last to realize when things went south. However, as the world started falling apart, Havel's life started to come together. The more the panic spread, the easier Havel's life became. The 19th of July was a liberating experience for him, as the riots broke out all throughout Chernogorsk, leaving stores broken, apartments ruined and houses ripe for ransacking. For the first time in years, Havel was capable of living life decently. Fresh clothes, a chance to shave (who wouldn't use a perfectly functional bathroom of a house deserted by the occupant) and plenty of things laying about. Being the homeless that he was, he wasted no time finding the biggest backpack he could find and stuffing it full of useful doodads and supplies which could help him survive another day. He proceeded to do what he had learned to do best, which was to disappear into the background of life's ongoings (the perks of having spent many years as a hobo and being shunned by everyone, making you near invisible). He kept to himself, learned hard lessons about the reality of the situation when he encountered his first infected (leaving him minus two fingers and very cautious). As more people fell and the city emptied out, he felt something that he thought he'd never experience again. For the first time a long, long time, he felt like a person. Not some trash that wasn't worth the time, effort or money. As society fell, he felt like he became part of it. And though the situation was bleak and the infected numerous and terrifying, he felt good. Damn. Damn good. UPDATE #01 (25-07-2017) It had been a quiet day for Havel, aside from scrambling away from some all too eager infected while on his way to the Chernogorsk docks (to which he was sure that his heart was outrunning his body at some point by how fast it was beating). His usual routine brought him sitting at the far end of the pier, makeshift rod in hand and a small can of Kvass to his side. If it wasn't the apocalypse, he'd probably call this a good day. But unfortunately it was, catching himself looking over his shoulder often with certain discomfort about his exposed position.
  13. Kenyi

    Character names and Alias

    I was already curious as of why it was suddenly disabled. Maybe it's to prevent people haphazardly changing names or something, but it is quite bothersome if you end up messing up something or, as others said, end up using special characters and being unable to convey that in the DayZ name bar itself. Hopefully it'll be tweaked or at least be on a time limit, as others suggested.
  14. Kenyi

    Ban Amnesty

    Just out of curiosity. What exactly makes you prefer permabanned players over new roleplayers? Purely the fact that they have more rp experience? Sure, permabanned players (and not all of them, mind you, plenty of permabanned players who'se roleplay was about as bad/disingeniune as their attitudes) might have a track record of good roleplay, but amongst the usual swarm of new roleplayers with each patch is the potential for that same quality as long as you're willing to give it a chance. Did we not all start off as a whitename at some point? Bringing back permabanned players purely because their roleplay was okay seems like a invalid excuse to me, good roleplay does not excuse poor behavior in the slightest. Aside from that, your other point fits in with the general consensus pretty well. If staff decides to grant amnesty, make the process time-consuming and long-term. We have nothing to prove to them when it comes to being able to be part of this community, they have to prove that to staff and therewith to us too.
  15. Kenyi

    Ban Amnesty

    Why bother having permanent bans if we keep undoing them? Don't get me wrong, I agree that during the last banwave (of which several have since already been unbanned again, because permabans are more of a extended time-out corner) there have been some people that made a honest, if stupid mistake of reacting without thinking when the entire situation was at a boiling point. However, there have been plenty of people that got themselves perma'd while they knew damn well what they did and intentionally went in with malicious intent. Not only during the last banwave, but times before too. These people will just have to learn to live with the consequences of their actions, however trivial they might seem in hindsight. If the staff decides to pursue this (and in my personal opinion, they shouldn't. A ban is a ban), they should give second chances (second chances, if someone's been 'perma'-banned twice already, they have no business being in this community) based on objective and thorough case-by-case basis. And should they be let in, they should be held to strict rules and regulations for at least six months.
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