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Wedding Ceremony of Eddie Sorella & Alexa Valentine
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  • Birthday 05/28/1997
  1. Ryo Inoue

    Ryo was born in the summer of 1990. Being the son of a single mother and a father who abandoned him at birth greatly affected him. From a young age Ryo secretly financially supported his mother, a hostess in a host bar. Ryo worked illegally in a steel factory as an underage employee faking his age throughout his junior and high school years, where he met his future employer in the debt collection business. Once Ryo graduated high school he decided to work full time as a debt collector, his larger than average size often intimidating people in debt. Although most people complied, there were rare moments when he had to resort to fighting. As he became older, his resent for his father grew, and he found out that he was a United States soldier posted in a military base. Ryo interrogated his mother, he was told that he was an unwanted pregnancy from a rape. After hearing this news, Ryo left his mother to work less legal jobs for his boss, venting out his frustration through heavy drinking and fighting.
  2. There is a man across the hallway. [align=justify]He is clutching a hammer drenched in blood. His wild, bloodthirsty eyes burn deeply through mine straight into my soul. Behind him are the dismembered remains of my wife and children. Blood is streaming down this his face, flowing like the river Styx. There is a man across the hallway. [align=justify] [align=justify]The synapses in my brain refuse to connect as time slows down. Questions that I should be asking, "who is he", "what does he want", "why is he doing this" have blurred out and disappeared like many other forgotten memories. I try to open my mouth, to formulate words, anything. The man stands rigidly still, waiting to hear my response. The blood on his hammer dries up, forming small cracks. There is a man across the hallway. [align=justify] A tide of blood and grey matter oozes past the mans shoe, seeping through the gaps between the floorboards. All is quiet except for the sound of fluids dripping underneath the house. Time speeds up. I see flashbacks of my wife pushing my oldest child on the swings. My vision blurs. I feel blood rush back to my head and I let our a blood-curdling scream. There is a man across the hallway. I charge towards the man in a manic frenzy, like a martyr with nothing left to lose. I want to tear this man limb from limb. The man runs towards me. I feel a crunch on my foot as I step on a shard of skull. The man raises his hammer, ready to strike. I raise my hammer, ready to strike.
  3. I think getting hit by a car without a just cause is a blatant KoS attempt and should allow you to retaliate. But if you do get hit and want to roleplay it, depending on how you get hit by the car you might have to role-play your ribs being broken, having a concussion etc. The rules of this world become more complicated each time with every update!
  4. Nice to see you getting back into DayZ RP! Good luck with your whitelist, it has changed a lot since then but I am sure you will be fine!
  5. After what seemed like days, Desmond's blurry vision adjusted. As he slowly came to his senses he heard a flurry of hushed mutters. "Дедушка, человек просыпается!" A young boys voice would say exitedly. "Дайте ему немного места ." Another would say. As Desmond strained his neck to look around the room he gasped as an immesnse pain echoed throughout his temple. He looked around the room to see a small crowd of people surrounding him inside a dusty shack. A single beam of light poured through a crack in the planked walls. "You be sleep for week. We think you may have кровоизлияние. I do not know how to say in English." A softly spoken voice would emerge from the crowd. "Wh..where am I.." Desmond mumbles. "Somewhere safe. Drink this." An old man would raise a steaming mug against Desmonds lips. "Drink." He would say. As Desmond lets the liquid slide down his throat, he would feel an instant urge to hurl. Spraying out the liquid from his mouth Desmond would gasp, "What the fuck are you poisoning me with?!" The crowd surrounding Desmond would chuckle at his reaction. "This make you better. It taste bad but it help. Drink." The old man would once again press the cup to Desmonds lips. Desmond grimaces as he takes down the bitter brew. "Good, good. You rest now." The old man would say as Desmond takes a closer look at his features. He wore a battered woolen coat, and his face had about a hundred wrinkles. "You could have left me. Why?" Desmond asked the man. "Because when you have nothing left to give, you have nothing to lose." "Оставьте человека в покое." The old man would say to the crowd. "Rest well, Englishman." The old man would say as he closes the door. Desmond would stare at the dusty ceiling in thought, before sliding into sleep.
  6. The Dark One

    pretty spooky tbh
  7. Since the combat rule is 500m even average level quicksc-snipers would be able to participate.
  8. Interest in ArmA3: Exile server?

    ^ This. While the devs are away, its arma we play
  9. Good to see you know the rules. Although the group idea is good, I fear I may not be able to join due to the vast time differences. Despite this, it is possible to attain members from different time zones which match every group members needs.
  10. Sounds like a group I would like to join. Maybe have some history to your group, like it was an official hunting club of South Zagoria before the outbreak which eventually turned into hired surveillance or something. When following you have to make sure you are within the distance rules for fighting, you don't want to be too far away. Send a pm if you need advice or whatnot.
  11. [align=justify]Heavy static could be heard, followed by three loud bleeps. [align=justify] [align=justify]Around five seconds after, an automated voice says in a monotone voice: [align=justify] [align=justify]You have THREE new messages. [align=justify] [align=justify]Message one: [align=justify] [align=justify]1480071300 [align=justify] [align=justify]Здравствуйте, дорогие, пожалуйста, купи мне яблоки на завтрак. [align=justify] [align=justify]Message two: [align=justify] [align=justify]0990001500 [align=justify]Здравствуйте, дорогие, пожалуйста, купи мне апельсинов на обед. [align=justify]Message three: [align=justify]0010282000 [align=justify]Здравствуйте, дорогие, пожалуйста, купи мне бананы для ужина. [align=justify] [align=justify]End of messages. To delete all messages, press 1. To sav*psssshhhh*click*