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  1. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move DESCRIPTION: "Its probably nothing, lets keep moving forward" Dunteon told his friends. There was no point on going on a goose chase now, they had a place to be at sooner than later. After some hours the smell had finally washed from Jacks boot. Althought the beaten path was easy to traverse there was something oppresive on the air, maybe a storm was coming? a forecast would have been nice, travelling Tarkov was a series of lucky(for now) guesses. Around the afternoon a bit had found its way into Dunteon's boot "Hijo de p*ta!" exclaimed while jumping on one foot, his friends were baffled on the situation, Dunteon sat on the ground to get his footwear and sock off, a small pebble was the culprit "How the hell you got inside?!" The group pushed onward.
  2. Dunteon

    New weapons in stock, help needed

    A friend! I still remember the package you gave me last time we met, that lady is still is with, top quality as always in your stock. Well my 9x19 gal could use some company on the long nights of Tarkov
  3. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move DESCRIPTION: Digging the graves was harder than expected, maybe with a good shovel it would have been easy. Althought it took them quite a while it was worth it, neither of the two deserved to be left rotting on the street, to be pecked by wildlife or be washed out by time and weather. Dunteon was not a religious man but held quiet in front of the final resting place of the once sworn enemies, now in death they laid one by the other
  4. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Search DESCRIPTION: The sun was at its highest when we moved into the IDEA's parking lot. It was quite extensive with some abandoned cars and a couple URALs (they were military trucks), shopping carts all over the place and two bodies near the main entrance. Something itched behind Dunteon's neck, althought they needed the supplies there was something off about this place, there was no way to know yet it the two bodies were fresh or have them that way for days. The group spaced a little and moved in. Finally at the door the two bodies were finally discernible. Both were wearing thick raincoats but one had a smaller frame, a woman. They were holding hands. The man had the bad of his skull destroyed by a bullet while the woman had the back of her coat completely shredded by automatic fire. Maybe she was gunned down and her couple was able to leave her behind? Could he be a looter that was shot while checking the body? The store stood in front of them, Dunteon knew he was going to look for food if the store had any kind of food court or employees lounge.
  5. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move DESCRIPTION: Another night spent in a dilapidated building, althought this one still had its windows in place. This might seem trivial in a normal day but in Tarkov it is a luxury, that night the wind was a little bit more chilly than usual. It was a three story building with only one entrance through the front, anyone guarding the street through a window looking to the front would spot any unwanted guest. Morning came, Dunteon ate some of the supplies his comrades had brought, the ones he had packed were already consumed. "We must be very lucky" Dunteon thought It have been days since they had seen anyone else This day the group had to cover some warehouses and small industrial buildings to reach the outskirts. After picking their belongings they left their temporary shelter. That day Tarkov was just being Tarkov but without the violence, a carcass that once held thousands of people, a ghost town.
  6. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move DESCRIPTION: —Another reason to survive this mess, right? Do you smell it? Love the woods, we are closer, come on.- Jules told the party, clearly with high spirits. Dunteon checked his hand, the bit that was nicked by the bayonet was already healing, luckily for him he barely grabbed the blade and he was wearing his tactical fingerless gloves. Now he felt rather dumb, so much time had passed since he met Jack on the woods, helping him with his injuries, the encounter in the garage and joining Jules and Oranje. Back then he felt invincible but after his close encounter with death near the coast and the recent failure he was shocked at how small he felt in Tarkov. Although at first he felt silly for cutting his hand now he realized that any life was fragile and much more in a lawless place like this hell, far away was the luxuries of the 21st and the marvelous advances in medicine. -F*ck- Dunteon whispered, while drifting into the back of his conciousness he had removed part of the scab on his finger. Trying to avoid attention of his partners he moved his hand to his face and posed the wound in between his lips Why we still lick or wound? A ferrous taste invaded his tongue... The group moved onward, trying to reach the woods, although the pace was calm it was the only thing the group did, only by nightfall they stopped to find adequate cover for the night
  7. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move After resting in the building they searched the group prepared to leave "If this was a videogame, specially a RPG, i could take a perk point to get two handed combat and slash baddies" Dunteon teased his friends while holding his knife and the one he found, one in each hand. "That way i would hit enemies without penalty two times per round" he added Jack exhaled, facepalming slowly, maybe wondering what had gone into his friend. Jules on the other hand was checking his weapon, sliding the receiver, pulling the mag and inserting it gently and looking downsight, Dunteon could be many things but at least he was skillfull when it came to cleaning weapons, maybe somehow the inner workings were not more complex than those found on his lab thingies... The group pushed onward satisfied with their findings, the shadow of their failed mission somehow dissolving into the south. Although they were not walking through the same way they used before they did use some of the interseccions that Max had showed them, helping them to avoid completely blocked off paths //Sorry for not specifying were we actually searched last turn, i portrayed the setting but i felt i was leaving room for adding either loot or an encounter depending on dice rolls
  8. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Search With Max returning to extract the group pushes to a office/apartment building which looked like it was the center of an intense firefight; two black SUVs flanking a green MRAP stand before the building's lobby, the three vehicles show serious amount of firepower on them, the SUVs are completely destroyed, most likely thanks to what it looks like a belt fed MG on the MRAP's roof, which stands with two small bullets on its side (over the trigger) "A pity, i would have dragged this back to use it next time we get in a tight spot" Dunteon said while pulling one of the bullets from the broken MG. The SUVs had its backseats with several stains of blood, spent cartridges and empty mags, no bodies. One of the MRAP sides clearly was used as fire position as the floor was littered with 5.45x39 spent cartridges and AK black colored magazines. No blood on the MRAP side thought. The trail of AK caliber rounds lead to the building
  9. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move DESCRIPTION: The mayor's office proved to be empty, mostly yellowed papers crowded the office floor but everything was on Russian so it was incomprehensible for Dunteon. As Dunteon had thought the Mayor DID have a small "bar" of sorts, a silver plate with glasses but the bottles were empty, not broken, as someone deliberately had a party here, two of the glasses had residues on their bottoms. A basket with rotten fruit (not more than a black husk remained) decorated a small wooden table and the mayor's desk had deep markings on its fine wood, the roof above had cracks, rain water got through the roof here. After reuniting with his friends they all settled to move out before nightfall. The street was as calm as the building itself, no traces of other people were to be seem or heard, only the gentle breathing of the city could be heard, the wind blew against the broken windows, the alveoli of this huge organism which Dunteon was part. The question was: Was he a white cell ready to fight? or a bacteria left to die it a husk running out of nutrients?
  10. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Explore DESCRIPTION: "We are about an hour or two from our target tovarishchi" Max exclaimed while the group was setting up to leave camp, Max this time had the last watch and was already ready to leave the runned down store the party used to spend the night, the rest of the group was storing their stuff and readying some breakfast over the small fire they had started last night so the watchman could warm up their hands while covering those who were sleeping. Around midday the group is just a few blocks away from the target location, Max suddenly stops the formation and ushes the group to a side alley and starts scanning the street with his scoped weapon, after some tense seconds he turns around and moves to a back door, opening it at signaling us to move with him inside "What's going on?" Jules asked "Hear something. Don't like it" Max added calmly." We are better here. I think we can go up to find spot" We three follow again Max lead upstairs. There is not much space going up. All apartments got their doors broken and there is ragtag clothes here and there and even broken furniture in the corridors. "Try not to make any noise. What a mess" Jules said The small squad pushed upwards thorugh the building covering each other as they checked any opened door that lead to the staircase they where using How many steps does this dammed building have! After some minutes we reach a door that was not like the ones before, the others were located at landings while this one was in front of a couple of steps. Max rushed the old metal door pushed beyond our sight, daylight blinded us, Jules followed "Max?!" Jules whispered . "There!" I said Max was standing by the edge of the roof holding his rifle by his side and as he tossed the beanie that covered his shaved head he just exclaimed "Cyka Blyat" looking down to the city hall.
  11. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move DESCRIPTION: The surroundings of city hall were akwardly quiet, unlike the pier area they visited a few days ago which were almost like the setting of a Mad Max movie. The second day of marching was ahead of the team. Dunteon had the last part of the morning to sleep, he did so until someone shook his shoulder for him to wake up, his bravery to push sleep time to the last second cost him the opportunity to eat a hot meal, nevertheless the MRE was good enough. This M R E stuff is oddly good, i wonder how they do prepare this things to taste decently, be full of nutrients and last for years. Damm, i could propose the higher ups to invest in the food industry once i get back home. Using a small tin cup Dunteon sipped the coffee that came with his ratio, it was lacking a bit of sugar for his taste but MREs didnt have that much sugar on them. Around the midday something caught Dunteon's attention Whats that? Could it be? Dunteon walked away from the formation to reach something from the ground, a small red cylinder. - I would kill to drink some more of that - What are you up to?- someone called from behind -I think i found something- Dunteon replied without turning around- Ooh come on!!- Dunteon claimed out loud while raising a small TarCola can. The can was almost like it would have been taken from a shelve recently but after raising it was revealed it was already opened. -All this fuzz for this? -Yes! I tried this stuff back in the hotel i was staying, damm its good -Da tovarish, you see, if made by locals it always tastes better The group pushed deeper into the city, yet again having Max as a guide was paying off, not in a single ocasion they walked into a closed street (which were rather common) or blocked by debris. The guy knew the streets of Tarkov like if they were the palm of his hand. Was he from around here before the conflict? Dunteon decided to ask him about it
  12. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Move DESCRIPTION: After going through the last details we set to reach our destination. Our allies did help us picking a safe route, well, safe in Tarkov standards; Max seemed like a seasoned scout, although he was rather well built his footsteps where almost impossible to hear, even when moving next to him, sometimes the ground beneath him whispered even lower than the light passing wind that was blowing. The rest of the morning was like a walk through the park, the beaten path through the woods was calm and beyond the birds there was no other creature or human to be seen. Having Max turned to be a sound decision, the new member was odd but he managed to get a laugh out of us with ease, most likely of how he mixed english and russian without caring, sometimes he began cursuing something in his mother tongue to end up in something that (most likely) sound like english. His mood also helped us, he walked without woring too much and only stopped for some seconds to scan the horizon before moving onwards, he was not worried of the way ahead and that definetely was a good omen for out trip. We stopped after midday for a snack in a small clearing, this spot was clearly man made; some tree tunks were positioned in a semicrcular fashion around a wide tree stump. We have a small snack and some water before walking for the rest of the day with the gentle wind blowing our faces as we approached our personal corner of hell on earth.
  13. And how does reapiring work numbers wise? cleaning works on a 1:1 basis, 1 point of cleaning removes 1 point from the cleaning set condition but with repairing how does that stack? the repairing kit costs 135 Rubles but a decent weapon costs as much or a little bit more, if its also 1:1 then its by far cheaper buying a new gun than fixing a used one
  14. Dunteon

    Game

    GROUP: United Survivors. ACTION: Moving to location. DESCRIPTION: "Damm Jules! Dont let the breakfast get burned!" Staying in that small house proved to be adequate for a change, this time no rodents visited us. A shame, at first Dunteon thought that was a bad omen but eventually fell sleep, walking all day was tiring after all. Getting ready to leave camp was becoming increasingly efficient with each passing day, the first times on the field with Jack Dunten wasted over 15 minutes picking up his things and preparing his backpack, now in less than five minutes he was already prepared to hit the road. The air continued getting less dense, the atmosphere was rather calm, as if time had almost stopped in this corner of the world. Although this was true for most Tarkov, here the cars, bag and other belongings seemed to tell a story apart from just being there apart from just laying around forgotten. That bag over there had some now yellowed baby diapers, but that backpack on the opposite side had a slim personal computer poking out. Each told a chronicle of its former owner. How many of those stories ended in tragedy? Did any of them had a happy ending? Gunshots on the distance See you in hell b@stards
  15. Weapons that are repair rank 2 can only be repaired by engineers rank 2(at least lvl 4 pc) right?
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