Imafighter

Isn't this like the fifth time you've posted this thread. Lol

but y0 d00d deres all dat shewtin stoof 2 do y wud u get su b0red?!?!!?!?11eleven

Now there's something you don't see everyday.

Because he'll die and cry about people being too good.

Its not trolling. Its being a true bandit.

Its funny what KoS says. In case you haven't noticed, humans are social creatures. Those who would wish to stop that, would be killed, and then the remaining humans would band together, and form a society, and rebuild. Of course, this is a game, so that social interaction is completely taken away. There IS a difference between KoS asshats and bandits, though. KoS asshats tend to not give a fuck about who they're shooting, they just kill for fun. Bandits kill because they see something they want or consider the other person a threat. There is nothing threatening about a guy walking on the coast with no weapon whatsoever. There is something threatening about a guy running around Stary with a Lee Enfield or a CZ 550.

Having trouble connecting. Gets to the loading bar, then stuck at the screen with the numbers in the lower right. Might just be me, just not. Any idea how to fix? Edit: Fixed it by rejoining.

Wrong section of the forum. And I don't know.

Since the server is a private hive, you will need to contact the admin of that server. This is for reporting cheaters on the public hives.

(I'm stuck with what to do here. >:/)

"Fuck that, I'm going to track it down." Brian said. "Why the hell should we piss them off and have them know its us? If we take it while its at wherever they're staying, they won't know who it is, and we'll be home free," he said. It was pretty simple. And he already knew how he was going to do it. Looking back towards the road, he had his mind set: find a map.

"Well, there's been a car driving up and down the coast, in case you didn't notice. Maybe we could grab that. Just need to find out where its going," Brian replied. "Once we find it, or I could if you want to remain at base, we will get it back here and load the stuff up. Alright?" Brian walked back up to the lighthouse, and opened his canteen. Drinking down about half of it, he put the cap back on. He hated this place already. Remembering back to the job, who was the guy that they were escorting? He heard it was some political figure, but for what? Shaking his head with confusions, he waited for Kyle to answer.

"Why should we stay here? We're near a city, and according to you, a lot of people here are not friendly," Brian said, stopping and looking back at him. "And this is super fucking exposed. Why should we stay somewhere where someone could snipe us so easily? Especially with that mountain right there," he said, pointing at the mountain. "We need to get out of here, or we will end up dead." Looking around at the trees, he decided to take cover, as there might really be a sniper up on top of the mountain, Pik Kozlovo.

"Team up...I guess. I just want to get the hell out of this god-forsaken country." Brian said, and walked over to the ladder. "What the hell is going on here..." he asks himself quietly, and descends down the lighthouse. Looking out across the coasts, he starts walking. He doesn't know where to go, but assuming the man is following him, he starts heading towards that nearby farming town. Prigidorki or something like that. Hearing that car again, he sees it drive by at around 100kph. Looks like this was going to be his new life, at least for a while. Bringing his Winchester 1866 to bear, he continues on.

"Bandits. As in, highway bandits, people that kill you and rob you, like medieval times?" Brian said. Shaking his head, he wondered at the stupidity of humanity. Gathering his stuff together, he looked back towards the town of Elektro. "Are there any sane people left? Also, have you thought that these 'bandits' may just be people trying to survive. Everybody is an insane mutant freak, and they're in the middle of it. Why shouldn't they shoot other people?" he asked the man. "Also, what's your name?"

Ah, alright. I might join as a Hero then.

"Brian. That's not what I meant. What the hell is going on here? What is up with those insane people? The ones that tried to tear me to peices? And why were those two trying to kill you?" Brian said, motioning all around him. Insane people, people trying to kill each other...and for what? What was happening in this place? (He has no clue theres a zombie apocalypse, and doesn't know about bandits and such.)

What do you mean, "permanant mod" What's wrong with good ol' vanilla? :(

Looking around, he saw the dead woman. What the hell...is this guy insane? 'Or did something else kill the woman?' he thought to himself. Going up the ladder, he saw another guy, dead, two holes in his chest. Blood dripped down the ladder, almost causing him to slip. Getting to the top, he went out onto the railing, and helped the guy up. Standing back, he then leveled his rifle at the man he has just helped. "Now answer me this. Why are there two dead people here? And what the hell are with all these insane people? What the bloody hell is going on here?"

I do the same thing, except I say "Do you have a moment to talk about Satan?"

Waking up, I look around me, and notice a pistol on the ground, as well as some basic supplies, and a note. Meet me at the lighthouse. Well, seemed like a lead to seeing what this fucked up outbreak was. Getting up and checking to see if the pistol was loaded, I slid in a magazine, and started walking towards the nearest lighthouse, which was across the town, at Cap Galova. Looking at the town, he made his way into it, checking through a couple of building and finding some more food and drink. Checking the pub, he found a Winchester hunting rifle upstairs, underneath a bed. Attaching a couple of straps to it, he put it across his back, with the straps keeping it held on from the front. Making his way, he found a fire station, and decided to look around it. He found some fire axes, probably better than his saw. Picking one of them up, he left his saw on the ground, blood covering the blade, and left the building. Making his way towards the industrial section of Elektro, he decided it was best to not go in, as there were too many of those insane people about. Seeing the lighthouse in the distance, he continued on, entering the rural area of Elektro, and finding some 1886 slugs. Putting them in his backpack, which he had been given by Black Element, the PMC, he continued on towards the lighthouse. Hearing something, he took cover in some bushes, and heard a car drive past at high speeds. 'Somebody's in a hurry...' he thought to himself, and walked on. Nearing the lighthouse, he looked around, wondering where the man who wanted to talk to him was. Deciding it best to be at the lighthouse itself, he went up to it. "Anybody here?" he called out to the top.

You're character sheet hasn't been accepted yet, good sir, so please refrain from posting until it has. Also, when roleplaying, you take the form of YOUR character. Not other people.

They were too common at heli crashes. I found three M107s and two AS50s at a single crash, right next to the NWAF.

What's wrong with us Americans? :|

Brian looked around at his surroundings, remembering those things that had attacked the convoy. They appeared human, but looked to be something else. The way they tore at Daneil's body...like they had an unending hunger for blood and flesh. He shivered, feeling the ocean breeze blow against him. Walking down the coast, he noticed a small industrial port, with more of those people walking around it. Deciding it best to avoid attention, he moved towards the woods. Nearing the road, he noticed a sign, calling the town ЭЛЕКТРОЗАВОДСК. Remembering back to his teachings of Russian for the security company, he could read the first part, Elektro. He must be at Elektrozavodsk. Was some major port city, or major for this small part of the country. Continuing on towards the woods, he crept along, as to not disturb the denizens of the port. Seeing a warehouse, he crept up towards it, walking around a person who was on the ground, eating something. He didn't want to know what. Going inside the warehouse, he saw various construction tools. Picking up a handsaw, he gave it a few swings, and looked around the building. Seeing a cafe, he went inside, and saw a man hitting his hand against a soda machine. 'Even they can't give up their hunger for that which they need to survive; water.' he thought to himself, and snuck up behind the person. He saw the blood dripping from him, the growls coming from him, and decided he would be in a better place if he was dead. Bringing up the saw he picked up, he buried it into the man, blood spattering the soda machine. He watched as the body slumped over, blood making a pool on the floor. He picked up a packed lunch, a bottle of water, and a beer from a locker that was open. Putting them in his backpack that he had been issued back in the United Kingdom, he walked out of the building, saw ready, just in case the people grew wild. He then creeped on, nearing the fence of the port, when he heard a growl. He looked behind him, in time to see a man looking at him, his eyes glowing a strange yellow. The man screamed, alerting the other people around him, and charged at Brian. Scrambling to his feet from his crouching stance, he started sprinting towards the woods, rounding the corner of the fence and jumping into a pine tree. He watched as the people charged out, and began looking for him. Appearing not to have a good sense of anything, they walked around, their eyes wandering. Eventually they gave up, and slowly walked back to the port. Brian let out a breath he didnn't realize he was holding, and sat down against the trunk of the tree. He fell asleep shortly after.