teraustralis
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i ventured to green mountain once... i thought it was nothing at first, but then...
enigmatic sequences began.
For gods sake, listen to a voice of reason, we tried to tell omgwtfbbq not to go there, but they had to learn the hard way. Sweet mother of zombie Jesus, learn from those of us who have suffered loss and damnation,. Do Not Go! save yourself from the evil that resides there.
Dante was right when he said "Abandon all hope Ye who enter here"
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When I started playing this game I made a conscious decision: that I would "try" and play it as If in real life. So a few months later, I still don't have a murder. Some of the people I play with do, hell some of them play just for the PVP. Take a look at the TMW guys, Bandit skin or no their services are still on offer, theirs is a noble choice (albeit a very hard one sometimes ), in the end its a decision we all make and that's the beauty of this game. Its your choice, to trust or to evade, to shoot or to assist, the real power is in your hands. Embrace the challenge :)
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Great work mate, happy to help out if ever possible.
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Sigh after three months of playing I have only just found out about this. But now I am in the know I am completely on board. At the moment I play pretty much on the Aussie or Kiwi servers, but I am happy to jump to any server should anyone on the white list need a backup, or just an extra set of eyes My call sign is Archangel Steam is Teraustralis
Green mountain?
in DayZ Mod General Discussion
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
We who survive never forget and never forgive.