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Beanz..mainly for the full porn sunnies ;) Nice work dudes :thumbsup:

Are people really this lazy ..

:D Change theme for non tapatalk..the black theme here is about as useful for reading as wearing a blanket while swimming.

everytime i see 1337 type writing in clan names.. :facepalm:

rod..todd..this is god.

my bleedingness flows weight of mighty swinging door forever more...whore

drop as50 and l85 in middle of street, hide, remove hatchet from toolbelt, reload, wait.

avoid all the shit.

broken players.

How can i calm down when all i have been doing is sucking on Morph and painkillers for months on end ??!! ..does TF2 have hatracks ? is that the game that looks like bob the builder ?

Thats a memory i don't need to revisit. Not enough tissues. That was my old job, i am glad someone has finally come along to take it over. Long live the empty tin giver outerrerr ! its a thankless position. :thumbsup:

I rolled into the wonder woman hospital glitch one time, two other dudes where in there acting very suspicious, one was crouching and the other one was prone looking up at him, they both turned and looked at me, i looked at them and promptly rolled out. wtf.

:facepalm:

I approve of this avatar thread.

I had this dream once where something was pushing on my chest, pushing me down into the bed, i was trying to call out but only making weird ass noises like my throat was closed off, i ended up fighting with my blanket and came out the winner after a 10 second semi epic night time battle. Something just felt weird as fuck and when i looked in the dark corner of my room..my sleepy mind still wondering wtf just happened i saw my sheet standing up in the corner ..standing up. Sheets don't fucking stand up. I don't even own starch. I slept in the loungeroom for three nights. Dayz dreams ? You don't wanna know ;)

No...you are strange. Its a good thing ;) That's no dream, simply Steaks driving. You know i am at the window looking in Broseph, get your head of the pillow and just..look my way.. ^^ This guy :D

wherever it is..that van is toast.

I feel like i am missing something..i have no sound at work..or is that a good thing :D

To put it a different way... What Rocket is saying is that it's easy to add these objects but they're only atmospheric...

I really hope that is the endgame look that Rocket and crew are working towards, besides the washing machines the whole damn 'apocalypse' is a very tidy and clean looking place so far. Most places look like someone just finished mopping and dusting. Very nice overpaint ICO :thumbsup: Bring on the grunge Rocket.

Classic shot :D i had pretty much the same reaction. No thermal + smaller chance drop for the 107 and the as50..i feel safer already :)

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Steak spawns in near Lubjansk Bay, preens his musty , oils his hair with fresh zed juice and starts pumping his feet towards Vorkuta. Coming in via the supermarket entrance he trips over a Ural parked out front, keys in the iginition, juiced and ready to roll. Steak slides in over the faded and cracked upholstery, slams the door and cranks her up, putting all 23.2 kilowatts straight to the pavement. Direct erupts in anger as two guys exit the shops spewing rounds at the tailgate of their quickly disappearing work hack, coughing at the dust left behind by the axe(less) wielding Musty train. Toot fucking toot. Steak checks the loadout ,2 jerry's of Namalsk's finest and a shit load of assault rifles , ammo ,drinks and food..this baby is a double d's bra full of ordinance. Once out of range he stops and loads some juice in then heads out towards the land bridge, armed with an iron sighted M16, no hatchet as of yet. Coming across the land bridge a new spawn is spotted. Steak slides up beside him and old mate shouts out ' whoa whoa whoa dont shoot me I'm unarmed..i'm just running here man ! ' Steak yells at him..' Grab a weapon and get in the fucking truck man ! We gotta get outta here !' Confused and scared he grabs an AK then double speed hops in..'good choice' says Steak as he spots another freshie just running down the road ahead, before Steak can say anything his newly picked up passenger shouts out ' Get in the truck man! Hurry up and get a weapon !... No not that one, get an assault rifle man ! We are going to war..do you wanna fucking die !? Steak is thinking, this dude is over the deep end..brilliant. They cruise up past the Old Hospital when small rounds fire peppers the sides, old mate in the back is shouting out as Steak pushes up the hill a bit..Steak thinks..lets get this shit oooon ! Just as they crest the hill, another new guy running down the middle of the road. Damn. Like some super Ho spittin' out full man cubs around here. Steak tells the other two 'we got another guy incoming out front' then jumps out and charges him. He pulls the new spawn confusion stance, hands at sides.. Steak screams 'Get a fecking rifle were going to war and we are taking the hill !! ' ..Old new mate passenger runs up behind Steak and repeats the message with twenty times the intensity ' GET IN THE TRUCK AND GET A WEAPON MAN!! WE GOTTA TAKE THIS HILL!! ITS A WAR MAN!! Steak feels he is losing his mind and really believes they are going to war... Old freshie number two is sitting at the back of the Ural shaking like a leaf as the new boy comes up and is instructed to arm himself. He pulls out a m249 and Old chap is right there in his dish...'THATS RIGHT..THATS THE ONE THAT BRINGS THE PAIN !!' Armed and ready they head off in the direction of the Hospital. Steak begins to lead the newly formed Musty pack down through the trees when he only sees the leaf shaker behind him, over chat he hears Ol boy saying ' WHAT THE FARK ARE YOU DOING ? GET YOUR ASS DOWN THAT HILL SON !!! ' Steak spots them emerge from the treeline at the top of the hill, dives off to the opposite side where the shots came from and spots two urban turbans, one with l85 and one gunning a mk48. Just as Steak takes down the L85 bandit the Musty brigade pours in , Ol boy spraying shots over Steaks shoulder trying to cut down the trees and kill everything that moves, shouting madness, bandito numero dos bolts away in pure fear. Two Loluxs are found parked up side by side, gleaming and fresh, Steak tells the Musty crew to dive in, they now have their own wheels. Steak tells them it is time to go and pick me up over East of the Northern Army base at Lub bay. They are elated and chomping for more action . I am waiting near the beach when this convoy of crazy fuks rolls in, a riddled fat old yellow ural followed by two Loluxs , the crew all jumps out and recount to me the story of their meeting and the following action. My dick falls off from laughter so i grab an M16 acog in replacement and we head out in convoy mode, planning to go and find some warm clothes. Ural in front , i am playing catch up with Steak driving and still talking about the new found 'Musty Vigilantes' , two Loluxs in tow. Top of the Sebjan dam and we spot a bunch of zeds wallowing around near the buildings, shots scatter around and we all bail ,split for the trees. Shaky leaf is hit before he can get out his Lolux.. bandit crew down there blocking entry to the dam. An m16 rattles off nearby and i hear Steak say ' One down!' Another of the Musty brigade is shooting from near the treeline into the buildings, i crouch and drop one just starting to scope at the top of the tower, someone else shooting at him as well, shots are bouncing all around him as i watch him fall. Chat is full.. 'one more near the base of the building' 'i see him' 'eyes on' 'shooting' 'one running right ! running your right!' 'he's down' 'GET SOME YOU HOGFUCKER!' 'where the fuck are you?' 'treeline left of the Ural' 'who is near the Loluxs?' 'all good its me!' 'is the one in the building dead?' 'damn straight, unless he eats stanags for breakfast!' 'i'm at the dam..looks clear' 'who was at the Loluxs?' 'it was me i got a bandit skin' 'they all down?' 'yep, looting now' We wait for shaky leaf to run back up , finish looting, load up the truck and head up towards object all. A fairly successful first run for the unknown Musty Vigilantes.

Chernarus is my loyal pretty wife who makes my lunch and sends me off to work with nicely ironed clothes and clean socks..Namalsk is my dirty weekend whore who drags me in, slams the door, slaps me to the ground and turns us into human origami.