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  1. "I'm getting too old for this shit." - Roger Murtaugh (Danny Glover) in Lethal Weapon Roger Murtaugh's signature catchphrase from the Weapon movies never rang as true in someone as it did Richard 'Dick' English. Dick, like Murtaugh, did not start out too old for this shit. In fact, at one point, he was optimistic, perhaps idealistic. Dick was born on January 9, 1966 to Mary-Beth English and Richard English, Sr. in a city in Pennsylvania known as Duquesne. Duquesne started out in 1789 but didn't start its economic ascent until the 20th century when the Carnegie Steel Corporation built the Duquesne Works, a productive steel mill that was the heart and soul of the working-class population. In fact, Duquesne was the home to the largest blast furnace in the world, named "Dorothy Six." It even inspired a song by Bob Dylan. But in the end, prosperity doesn't last. In 1930, the city population peaked, and by the 1960s, deindustrialization in America took its toll. Richard English, Sr. was a mill worker up until 1967 when it was finally his head on the chopping block. The 60s were turbulent times for the people of Duquesne, with the mill steadily laying off workers, but then came 1968. In 1968, the Duquesne City School District razed the Carnegie Free Library of Duquesne, a gift to the city from Andrew Carnegie from the good ol' days of the Duquesne Works, and none other than Richard English, Sr. and his young son, Richard, Jr., stood and watched as the library was destroyed. If any event would weave the destiny of Duquesne, and of Dick English, Jr., it was the razing of that library and the symbolism behind it. The heart and soul of Duquesne was dying, and nothing would stop it. Richard English, Sr. was now unemployed. He lost the only good job, really the only type of job, in Duquesne. It didn't keep him down, though. Him and his family found hope in Jesus, in God, or more precisely, in the Seventh-Day Adventist Church. Dick, Jr. grew up in a poverty-stricken, religious household. He grew up with sermons flooding his ears and scripture burned into his retinas. Faith, and faith alone, would lead the family through the turmoil. The words hung true in Dick, Jr.'s heart but seemed to slip away for his father in the decade following 1968. In June of 1978, his father climbed into his 1965 Cadillac Calais after plugging the tailpipe in the garage and started the engine. At twelve years old, Dick, Jr. was now the man of the house. His mother was heart-broken that she lost her husband, but it was more than just an emotional loss, it was the lose of the sole-breadwinner for the family. Dick, Jr. got involved in petty crime to help support him and his mother. After a string of luck for the next eleven years, until he got caught on a third-degree misdemeanor charge and the judge sent him to the jail. The judge was a kind-enough fellow and told Dick, Jr. that he better "get his head screwed on straight" or he would be in and out of jail the rest of his life. By the time he got out of jail, the year was 1990 and the start of the next decent war since Vietnam was brewing. When the Gulf War started, Dick did the sensible thing for someone looking for a fresh start. He applied for a waiver to be able to enlist in the United States Armed Forces. It worked. Dick enlisted in the United States Marine Corps and was stationed with the 4th Tank Battalion. He participated in Operation Desert Shield and Operation Desert Storm, including the Battle of Kuwait International Airport. The end of the war should have marked a turning point in his life, but he didn't change. When Dick got back from the war on leave, he took odd jobs to support him until his next deployment. After he served his four years, he got out. Free from the Corps, Dick fell into old habits. After all, old habits die hard. Within two years, that is to say in the year 1996, Dick found himself appearing in front of a judge once again; this time for assault with deadly weapon. Dick, in his infinite wisdom, decided not to take the plea deal and went to court. The judge and jury saw right through him and he was granted no leniency. He was thirty years old and facing down a ten year sentence. His time in prison was rough, to say the least. A year into the sentence, his mother had a heart attack and passed away. And Dick became the cynical bastard he is today. He was a temperamental jackass in the slammer and got into his fair share of brawls on the inside. He was no stranger to solitary, which surprisingly he used to petition God for atonement, and by the last year of his sentence became mellow. Released at forty years old with no one but God on his side, he realized it was time to heed that first judge's words. Time in the Corps and a youthful career that involved the occasional stolen and chopped car gave him some valuable life skills. It was 2006 and he was getting a fresh start as an apprentice mechanic. In 2007, he met a lass a few years younger than him. She may have been reaching middle age, but he saw nothing but beauty and she saw past his glaring flaws and violent history. It was love at first sight. Things moved quickly then. In late 2007, they were engaged with a baby on the way. In early 2008, married. In the middle, a beautiful baby girl was born. Everything was going great until 2012. In 1988, a mistake in an armed robbery of a liquor store left a man dead. It was Dick's fault but he bolted and left his close friend Jay stranded. Jay got arrested for murder and served 24 years in the pen. In 2012, Jay was released and decided to get his revenge. A drive-by attempt to kill Dick English left him wounded with a bullet-grazed shoulder. He wasn't the only casualty, though. Tragically, his wife, Anne, and his daughter, Gen, were killed. And so the story of his life turned into one tragic revenge tale. Dick, known around the neighborhood at the time as Grandpa Dick (because of his old visage), began his quest for vengeance. It took him a year to methodically plan out his revenge and gather the supplies. One by one he executed the living family members of his old friend, Jay. First was Jay's mother, car bomb. Then his sister, house fire caused by arson. And finally, his girlfriend and newborn daughter, drive-by shooting. Jay went on the run. It took him a couple years for Dick to find him, but he was relentless in his task. On March 5, 2016, Dick tracked Jay down to a run-down motel in a crappy Minnesotan town. In the middle of the night, the motel occupants were awoken by several gunshots. By the time the police arrived, Dick had vanished and Jay had five rounds in his chest. An eye for an eye, at last. The next year Dick spent wandering the country, until he heard about the zombie outbreak in Chernarus. The scripture and sermons from his youth, still burned into his mind, showed him a revelation. He had learned that "he ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father. He will come again in his glory to judge the living and the dead, and his kingdom will have no end. ... We look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come." It was then that he knew he had a purpose, to embrace the zombie apocalypse as the Second Coming. In 2018, he took the leap and journeyed to the apocalyptic Chernarus. In the Second Coming, in Jesus Christ, he would have salvation. And, so, from listening to that Duquesne whistle blowing to the Second Coming, the story of Grandpa Dick continues. But doubtful the zombie outbreak meets his expectations; doubtful Chernarus is his salvation. After all, life isn't always happy endings.
  2. That was really fast. It looks amazing. Thanks!
  3. Signature/Avatar/Other stuff: Signature Text: "Muhammad" in Aceh Darusalam font. Color: Red Imagine(s) to be used (in links): Description(optional): Just include the stuff above please and work out the rest however you see fit. I'm sure you're more creative than me.
  4. *Muhammad al-Assad pulls out his radio. He had been heard the radio chatter about Casey Halls and it peaked his interest. He pushed down the button and asked the audience a question.* "Hey. Muhammad here. I heard the chatter about Mr. Halls' "accident." Mind filling me in on what happened?" *He ends his transmission and clips it back onto his belt.*
  5. Team State Farm DrEpicFail12 - Muhammad al-Assad tracksuittony - Vadik Drago lolppq223 - Jaroswav Pavowv
  6. Hey. At the tents in North West airfield, Jaroswav talked to someone about FAL mags while I was looting up. He sent them over to the barracks by the fire station, if my memory serves me well, where he claimed to have seen some earlier. The group of us went over to the well by the barracks on one corner of the airfield. We noticed a helicopter crash on our way there. We all drank until we were hydrated and refilled our canteens. We marched on over to the helicopter crash and we encountered the three people over there. There were some words exchanged (I can't remember exactly what everyone talked about) and then the three left. As they were leaving, we decided to initiate a robbery because we thought there might have some valuable medical supplies; I had learned days ago from Casey Halls of the Andronicus Corporation that medical supplies were pretty valuable and rare. I figured we might be able to get a good trade going on if we had whatever medical supplies they might of had. Two of them put their hands up and another one ran. Two of the guys marched the people getting robbed to the wall. I had to leave very soon because of OOC reasons so I left the situation (I didn't really approach them during the robbery because I was hanging back as a sniper, anyway) and went AFK in a tree, because I did not want to be brought up on combat logging charges because I did commit a hostile action after all. Once I was able to get back and after at least thirty minutes had passed since I left the situation, I logged off the server.
  7. I am Muhammad al-Assad, although because of name constraints I am forced to guy by Muhammad al-Assad on the server. To reiterate what Jaroswav is saying, I followed after him when we saw two armed men. One guy had some sort of rifle with a scope, maybe a Winchester or an SVD, which also had a ghillie gun wrap. The other guy had an AK variant on his back. While we were communicating with those two gentlemen, three more armed men arrived at different times. If I recall correctly, two of them had Steyr Augs and another had a gun which I can not remember. After we talked about our struggles, the leader (who I guess was Cory?) led us across the street. He asked us to put our guns away, which we did. Jaroswav dropped his trumpet and put his shotgun on his back. Cory pulled up his rifle and I ran. Shots were fired at me but I turned down another street. I booked it past some walls and houses and into the forest. I ran up the hill through the woods; I was followed for a little bit. Eventually I went down the hill and across the street. I was radioed by Jaroswav telling me to come back with my hands up. I told him that I would come in from the fire station side (the opposite side of where I am now) as a distraction so I could save him. He told me not to do anything stupid. I went up into the woods and met up with two friends, Tyler Smith, whom was armed with a scoped Mosin, and Daniel Bishop, whom was armed with an AK74 with a suppressor and Kashtan scope. I had a Mosin. At that point in time, we all started losing connection. I got kicked for "Battleye not responding." I tried multiple times to get on but kept getting kicked for the same reason.
  8. I was also involved in the incident. I am Muhammad al-Assad. I hope I am not breaking any rules by posting this. We met a man in the fields. He wanted some food. I had offered him some and so had Dan. He added the condition that the man put away his MP5. I assume he was scared of being sprayed down. The man refused and said he did not feel comfortable putting away his weapon with two armed men. I told him that I would put away mine before him if he agreed. He still refused. Dan had asked him if he had any friends. He said he didn't. He then started to back away from the both of us. I moved far to the left to keep eyes and get a better position on him in case he decided to try to rob or assault us. I had an AK at the time, I believe. When I returned to Dan, he was chasing someone who was apparently aiming at him with some sort of rifle from a bush. I helped chase him. We both yelled at him, from a small distance away during the chase, to stop and put his hands up. The man continued running. We decided to let him go. We did not want to experience a firefight. He met up with the man who had walked away from us earlier near the top of the hill. We stayed behind cover to make sure we didn't get shot. The man waved at us. I waved at him. They both kept running. Both of them stopped near the top of the hill and aimed their weapons down at us. We were hesitant to fire at first. They continued and so both Dan and I opened fire on them. They continued up the hill. We ran in the opposite direction, using the barn behind us as cover from their view. We continued running. We didn't want to continue the fight.
  9. DrEpicFail12

    S2: NVFL Pavlovo - 26-01-2016, 01:03

    I apologize if this is a long post. I'm going to attempt to start from the beginning of this mess. Daniel Bishop and I were looting the military base near Kamenka (correct me if that's the wrong town). Upon reaching the end of the base, we ran into Anya. Anya informed us, in Chernorussian, that she was looking for a man that attacked her with a grenade. I was unable to understand her, however, because I did not speak Chernorussian. I believe I made a remark along the lines of "the hell she sayin'?" to Dan, who was able to understand her because of his knowledge of Chernorussian. We briskly parted ways and left the base. Right outside of the walls we encountered a man (whose name I still do not know) holding an AK with another AK on his back. Dan asked if the man was willing to trade his TTsKO pants (I think that's what they were) for Dan's Gorka pants. I assume he wanted to match his TTsKO jacket to the pants. The man, understandably, refused. We asked if Anya was his friend. He said she wasn't. We parted ways soon after, however, we watched as he walked down to the military base. I did decide to run down to him and offer him an AK mag that I had in my inventory as I had no need for it; I already had a PM73 RAK with somewhere around fifty rounds, a Glock 19 with thirty rounds, and an MP-133 Shotgun with pistol grip with fifteen rounds. For a reason I do not know, he refused the offer of the free magazine. Daniel Bishop and I continued on our journey to a nearby town. As we were looting, we heard some gunshots (which I believe were from an AK) off in the distance. I had just eaten a can of peaches when I went outside to find two armed individuals approaching. They both had AKs, if I recall correctly. I drew my MP-133 shotgun from my backpack and got behind cover. I later realized that this was Anya and the other man. Dan communicated with Anya, I believe. He accused the man of lying about their friendship/partnership and of following the two of us. Tensions were high. The man with the AK moved behind the cover of another building. I maneuvered to try and get on eyes on his to no avail. I returned to the side of the road. I suggested that the man with the AK and I move to the middle of the street and put away our weapons or put our hands on our head as a gesture of good faith. I also suggested that after we did that both Anya and Dan would be able to holster their weapons and move into the open. Anya yelled something in Chernorussian. None of us followed through with my suggestion. My attempted defusal of the tense situation had failed. Once again, I maneuvered to get visibility on the man with the AK. I lost him by the church. Then, I walked back towards the last known position of Dan and spotted a group. I walked up and asked who everyone is. I informed them I was confused of what was going on. To my recollection, there was five of us in total. As the video shows, however, I was wrong. The group had talked to each other in Chernorussian and Dan had been explaining himself to the group. They told us to put our hands up and the gunfire rang out. I shot the man in front of me with my shotgun and moved behind the cover of the tree. I thought I may have been able to survive and conquer when I dove behind that tree, but my life was quickly ended. At least I tried to send the infidels to Jahannam and died a glorious death in combat. I died a true Muslim; I died a death worthy of my entry into Jahannah. That's my two cents. I hope it gave some insight into my actions. I wish it did not come to violence so quickly; it may have made a great RP session if it hadn't!
  10. Welcome, Dan. Hope you enjoy your time here.
  11. The introduction/farewell posts don't count towards your post count.
  12. Well, I wish you well on your whitelist, Rob. Can't wait to see you in-game.
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