So me and my fellow survivor were northeast of Severograd looking for a V3S. We gave up and he jumped down a hill. I did the same only to have my leg break. We talked about my fate for a while, and it was decided I would stay there while my friend went to Severograd to look for morphine. So I sat there. He came back with the worst news: Nothing could be found of use in the town. So I dropped my repeater, and he knew what he had to do. He raised the rifle and pointed it at my head. The trigger was squeezed. Then my body simply fell through the earth, never to be seen again.
Redpipola has joined the graveyard. We have a nice plot dug out for you.
The firefight broke out about midnight… Cherno was in upheaval as a BTR closed closer and closer to our position. We gave them hell from our position in and around the fire station. There were 9 of us in a small misfit crew of hero’s and bandits turned good. We were looting Cherno, just about to make our way east to the airfield. When we heard shots from the north. They were aways off so we thought nothing of it. We made our way to the fire station when someone from the back screamed ” TANK! F*CKING TANK” Continue reading
Bandits took Green mountain again. It was once a safe haven for the tired and hungry. Too long have they owned the peak. They still lure weak and helpless in and kill them in cold blood. Today that was about to change. The rebels of Green mountain would be removed from the base… by force. Continue reading
“No human dares value another’s… Why do I persist as an exception? What’s wrong with me?”
I had this guy in the game for SOO long. To be taken out by a glitchy zombie was so undignified. I filmed the sad affair as I waxed poetic about my life.