This is an extract from Gnasher's diary, 2i/c T.F Knight, stationed in Klen, Eastern Chernarus, written one week into the outbreak "My name is Gnasher. This is probably the last you'll hear of me, but f**k it, people are gonna know my story. I'd like to tell you the story of our apocalypse, before they get in here and it's too late. Chernarus. A peaceful, obsolete landscape situated far into the depths of the Ukrainian soil. At it's peak, Chernarus was top of the pile when it came to medicines of the world. At one point, Chernarus was the world leader in supplying first-class medicinal drugs to third-world countries. The chemists behind the medicines were of the highest quality and education, and success was their native language. But it went wrong. Something changed, mutated, transformed. The development of the Repulsive-Active-Growth-Embryos (R.A.G.E) was tainted with a fatal ingredient causing the induced patient to suffer at the hands of experts. R.A.G.E was commonly tested on the unworthy, prisoners and escapees from HMP Devil's Castle, and HMP Black Mountain. During the broadcast of the world reveal of R.A.G.E, the show hosts involved were subject to...cannibalism. Their test subject had seemingly changed in body, in mind and in spirit, and not for the better. The disease...illness...malfunction whatever you went to call it spread like wildfire. In two weeks, Ukraine was in their control. Prospectively, in another 2 weeks, the entirety of Europe would be subject to the wrath of these...creatures. The disease spreads through biting and contact, passing through the bloodstream, person-to-person. There were still survivors. People without families, friends who took things very seriously when it came to things like this. Bandits, local heroes and John Doe alike somehow managed to survive. The Ukrainian military had disappeared. They were nowhere to be seen, and still with a handful of survivors to look after, maintain, just incase things turned out even worse than they already are. They left behind men. Lots of men. Men with the capability to fight back against the outbreak. They left behind over 100 still working vehicles, including more than 10 helicopters. They abandoned their bases at the airfields, leaving behind all their weaponry, kit and ammunition. Tons of dedicated control systems keeping the population under control, acting as The Silent Warriors of the virtual world. Instead, the Czechs sent us (T.F. Knight) into the heart of Ukraine in an attempt to contain the outbreak, with marginal success rate. We can succeed, but we need YOUR help! Have YOU got what it takes to survive? Have YOU got what it takes to beat the infection, and re-generate Chernarus back to the glorious state it once was? If anyone, ANYONE thinks they have the strength, the drive, the determination to fight back against the onslaught of cannibalism, the uprising of the Bandit population, and stand as one against infection? Then join the fight. I'll be waiting for candidates. Klen. Eastern Chernarus. Wait for the distress signal, code: 146.185.30.234:3408. When you hear that code. You know what to do. But be warned. Not everyone is going to be as friendly as you. Not everyone is going to feel the same sympathetic values as you. They don't care what you lose, what you leave behind. Some are only interested in death. So be warned. It's a hostile environment. At any time, a bullet can hit you in the chest, and you'll be left exposed to fend for yourself. On your feet soldier, WE ARE LEAVING! T.F. KNIGHT ADVISES YOU TO MOVE NORTH AS SOON AS YOU HIT THE COAST. THE INFECTION IS WORSE IN THE SOUTH, AND FOR THE GOOD OF THE POPULATION, MOVE NORTH. T.F. KNIGHT WILL ADVISE SURVIVORS ON THE HOSTILE ZONES AND CITIES WITHIN THE STATE THROUGHOUT THE DAY. IF YOU'RE SMART, YOU WON'T STICK AROUND IN THOSE AREAS. IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT, WELL THEN GOOD LUCK TO YOU.