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IJoeGamer

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About IJoeGamer

  • Birthday 03/18/98
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    I was started life in a small town in the north of England and was bought up in a middle-class family. My dad was a businessman who worked for the local bank and my mother was a housewife. My life was relatively normal, I got most things that I wanted and needed up until I was about 13 years old. My dad came home from work one day, he seemed very excited, he had been given a promotion! The only problem was that it required us to move house and even country, the reason for this was that the Chernarus branch of his company was short on qualified workers and wanted to hire someone they could trust and not have to train because this would cost the company more money. My mother was apprehensive about moving but understood why we had to go. We didn't have much money and was struggling to pay of the mortgage in England So we Sold the house and moved immediately. With the money we got from selling the house we purchased a small shack on the outskirts of Elektro. The house wasn't as nice as our old house but I enjoyed it because of the wildlife. Years went by and eventually I got a job at the quarry in Solnichniy. The pay wasn't bad for what I was doing and I finally somewhat content with life. I worked there for years doing the same thing day in and day out, shovelling the rock and minerals into containers so that they could be shipped to larger cities. I came home one day to find that my mother had been told that she has cancer, I didn't know what to do. Will she pull through it? How are we going to afford medical care? We didn't have much money as it was. A few months went by and her health got worse and worse, it got to the point that she was bed ridden. She didn't make it. My father blamed himself for her death, he would say things like "it's all my fault" and "if only I had worked more hours so that we could afford medical care". He would always come home late at night drunk even if he had work. He eventually got fired from his job. Sometimes it would be days before he came home, he practically lived in the pub. 3 months after my mothers death the outbreak happened. I was at work at the time and my father was god knows where. There was rioting happening all over Chernarus, my boss let all workers have the day of in fear of us starting one. Naturally I was happy and I thought nothing of the riots, so I went home and waited for the riots to stop. Of course they didn't stop and my work was closed until they did, I didn't have any money now and my dad had not returned home for a week. Radio broadcasts warned people to stay indoors due to some kind of "disease". I had heard hundreds of gun shots over the next few days and this worried me deeply, I needed to know what was really going on and more importantly I needed to look for my dad. There was madness in the streets, people biting people, I didn't know what to make of it. My instincts told my to run, and run is what I did and what I am doing even to this present day. I don't know the fate of my farther but that isn't stopping my from searching for him.
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  5. My Story

    Name: Scott Bradey Age: 22 Weight: 146 Pounds Ethnicity: British I was started life in a small town in the north of England and was bought up in a middle-class family. My dad was a businessman who worked for the local bank and my mother was a housewife. My life was relatively normal, I got most things that I wanted and needed(I was an only child) up until I was about 13 years old. My dad came home from work one day, he seemed very excited, he had been given a promotion! The only problem was that it required us to move house and even country, the reason for this was that the Chernarus branch of his company was short on qualified workers and wanted to hire someone they could trust and not have to train because this would cost the company more money. My mother was apprehensive but understood why we had to go, we didn't have much money and was struggling to pay of the mortgage. So we Sold the house and moved immediately. With the money we got from selling the house we purchased a small shack on the outskirts of Elektro, it wasn't as nice as our old house but I enjoyed it because of the wildlife. Years went by and eventually I got a job at the quarry in Solnichniy, the pay wasn't bad for what I was doing, I was finally somewhat content with life. I worked there for years doing the same thing day in and day out, shovelling the rock and minerals into containers so that they could be shipped to larger cities. I came home one day to find that my mother had been told that she has cancer, I didn't know what to do. Will she pull through it? How are we going to afford medical care? We didn't have much money as it was. A few months went by and her health got worse and worse, it got to the point that she was bed ridden. She didn't make it. My father blamed himself for her death, he would say things like "it's all my fault" and "if only I had worked more hours so that we could afford medical care". He would always come home late at night drunk even if he had work. He eventually got fired from his job. Sometimes it would be days before he came home, he practically lived in the pub. 3 months after my mothers death the outbreak happened. I was at work at the time and my father was god knows where. There was rioting happening all over Chernarus, my boss let all workers have the day of in fear of us starting one. Naturally I was happy and I thought nothing of the riots, so I went home and waited for the riots to stop. Of course they didn't stop and my work was closed until they did, I didn't have any money now and my dad had not returned home for a week. Radio broadcasts warned people to stay indoors due to some kind of "disease". I had heard hundreds of gun shots over the next few days and this worried me deeply, I needed to know what was really going on and more importantly I needed to look for my dad. There was madness in the streets, people biting people, I didn't know what to make of it. My instincts told my to run, and run is what I did and what I am doing even to this present day. I don't know the fate of my farther but that isn't stopping my from searching for him. Please tell me what you guys think and how it can be improved!
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