Considering that the overarching RP revolves around the big groups, large changes in socio-political conditions within SZ have always been dictated by the "zergs".
I have no problem with this as a lone wolf. It's how real life society works. Some people organize themselves for a common goal, and some people want to achieve their goals on their own. And some groups are even big enough to induct socio-political change. People with the same beliefs and the same ideals always flock together. There is no obvious way to alleviate that because it's human nature.
I've had interactions with large groups and most of the time I've had good RP experiences with them. No GearRP, Ruleplay, etc. but maybe that's just my luck as a new player.
As for groups constantly under deathmatch, I believe that competition is healthy. The conflict itself makes us all better roleplayers and better community members. Whether you win or you lose, you learn and you grow. People change when faced with conflict and I think that's one of many great avenues for character and story development that many of our community members have probably gone through.
My whitelist got approved days ago and have been playing ever since but this is my first time posting on the forums ooc.
Being in a new, unfamiliar community is pretty daunting for me as I have always played with close friends even in other RP games.
But now, I'm joining this community completely solo. Although it's not within my comfort zone, it's refreshing.
My short time in-game has been really great. Interactions have been interesting but sparse (maybe because of my timezone).
Being born in a third-world country always leaves a sense of dissatisfaction in an individual because of the human longing for success. Kotong Ipis is one of those individuals that dreaded living at his birthplace. As a boy, he would often collect almanacs, photographs from magazines, cut interesting articles from the newspaper, & would never miss a single daily TV news report. Mocked by his schoolmates, peers, & siblings because of his unusual hobbies, it was obvious that he was keen on the inner workings of society and was fascinated in how the world outside of his hometown worked. This reflected greatly when he reached his teen years. He often joined school publications and continued his passion for the human condition. Kotong dropped out of school when he reached his sophomore year in college. His parents could barely afford his siblings' tuition, let alone his. He was forced to drop journalism and find a "real" paying job at the age of 15. He worked various laborious jobs such as helping with fishing boats and construction & was at the brink of poverty when he turned 18. His siblings were also out-of-school and were struggling to find scraps & pennies for the family. With only his high-school diploma and some of the money he saved in hand, Kotong turned his back against his family and his hometown to find opportunities for himself in the bigger cities of the Philippines. He left the small, brisk fishing town leaving a portion of his savings in an envelope with a letter to his parents. He left an uncertain promise to come back to them as a final goodbye. It was 2015 when Kotong first set foot in Manila. The dream of success by many people from the provinces. The Manila Dream finally was at the cusp of Kotong's life. He was invited by a college friend of his to their apartment as a temporary refuge while he finds a steady income. Kotong hated abusing other people for his own benefit and so he sent out his CV and resume to a number of publications. Interviews came around and after each one, he felt hope. The feeling of hope that he once felt when he was travelling on a bus to Manila. This was it. He landed a job at a small, online publication in Pasay City as an entry-level assistant; bringing coffee, printing documents, and the like. They reported local petty crimes & national news. It was a miracle that he got this office job since most of the publications he applied for required a Bachelors' Degree as a minimum requirement. Nevertheless, a job is still a job. While working, Kotong sought out to get a degree. He applied for a nightly program in Journalism at the national university. Since this was a public university, he only had to pay minimal fees. He struck a deal with his college friend to split the rent of the apartment so he could stay indefinitely. Moving up the ranks, Kotong became a contributing editor at the small publication. At this time, the Philippines was on minimal lockdown due to the Turkish flu pandemic that just hit the world by storm. Airports were still open yet followed strict protocol. Although the country only had a few hundred cases, he would often go out in the field to collect interesting local stories on the pandemic and featured them in his section as mandated by his department head. Although, he felt as if he was stuck in a specific region of the world. He believed that journalism is not bound by borders, divisions or any pandemic. It was time for Kotong to finish up his degree. The only thing blocking him from getting his degree was his final dissertation. He wanted to cheap out on his thesis and make a generic study on local affairs but his passionate heart screamed inside of him. This was his chance to make a name for himself. This was his chance to let out the burning passion inside of him. At this time, the second wave of the flu had just subsided. Russia was celebrating the dawn of the new decade and vaccines were rolling out locally and internationally. Kotong was truly interested in how the governments of the region managed to subside the Frenzy Flu in such a small amount of time and how media reception was doing in the region despite government censorship. He knew he had to look more into the topic on the ground to help build his final dissertation. On January 2020, Kotong filed for leave and with his visa in hand, flew straight to Russia and travelled to the Russia-Chernarus border. Struggling with the military, border patrol, and the fear of being alone in a foreign country with aggressive flu cases, Kotong kept his head towards his goal. Arriving at the region of South Zagoria, he realized how downplayed the situation was by international media.