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About SlayerWR

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  1. Game

    Group: Wanderer's Coffee Club Action: Move Description: Morning: I woke to find Uncle making his usual coffee. As I drank a cup, I wondered how a guy older than me is always waking up earlier. I blame the coffee for it and start packing up my things. I noticed that Uncle's crowbar was broken - the tip had been violated by something... a big chip was missing in it, rendering it temporarily unusable. I wondered if I could do anything to fix it, perhaps if I could find a Basic Tool Kit, I could temper the edge to be used once again. As we left the house, we saw the towering, awful smelling hospital. If I had a gas mask, it would've been ok to search, but we're not about to try that if we don't have one. Uncle and I decided to stick to moving as fast as possible to cover as much distance as we can. Afternoon: After a lunch of Baked Beans and a sweet roll, we kept moving at what felt like an alarming pace. We came across a a very large park that looked very nice. As we hiked through, I saw a couple of deer. I tried pointing at them to Uncle, but they ran away before he could see them, so he looked at me like I was crazy. As we journeyed across a worn out path in the park, I stopped myself two steps away from a European Adder. I halted Uncle, showed him the deadly snake, and we walked around it without any trouble. I almost forgot that people weren't the only thing we had to worry about in this area. Evening: We walked towards an apartment complex that we planned to take residence in. Hastily, we hunkered down in one of the third floor rooms and quickly fell asleep. //writer's block today, just couldn't think of much to write.
  2. Game

    Group Name: Wanderer's Coffee Club Action: Search Interlude: Smoke clouded the air as the rapid firing of expensive guns pegged the cover I held. I had been betrayed by one of my drug lords I worked for... perhaps I shouldn't have delivered short on their last order. They had tried to kill me after all I've done for them, though! How could they? Such was typical of such a sketchy business, but I was no con or scam! I had a good reputation for my job, and these filthy rats try something like this just because I kept a bit for myself? Granted, I was trying to gain trust with them... yea, that was dumb of me. I had to get out of this warehouse! They had me pinned from multiple angles, but almost like always, I had a trick up my sleeve. In my back jeans pocket, two tear gas grenades. They would give me concealment and keep them away. As I graced my hold on the metal pins holding back the painful contents of the lightweight canisters, one of those bastards shot me in my shoulder! I didn't feel a broken shoulder blade, but it hurt like hell. Infuriated, I threw one at the scumbag who shot me - hit him with it straight between the eyes. The other one I threw somewhat in front of me, creating a cloud of haze that would allow me to run out of the warehouse without making me Swiss cheese. I ran as fast as I remembered in my life towards the shoreline 150 feet away. As I ran away, gunshots landed around me. "TREVOR! START THE GOD DAMN BOAT RIGHT NOW! THIS INSTANT!" As I jumped eight feet from the cliff of the concrete to the boat, I landed on my side and smacked my forehead against one of the side-rails of the boat. The rest went by as a daze. As the boat graced across the water at top speeds away from the crane yard with towering shipping containers and even bigger boats, bullets rang against the boat and plopped in large splashes around the boat. I remember the water... the jets of water hitting me from the boat... Morning: Alarmed from the splash of water in my face, thinking I was still dreaming, I shot up from the couch, almost slugging Uncle in the face. I saw a friendly face holding a water bottle in his hand, saying "Washed your face yet, Sunshine?" I remembered that very day. It was when I brought a shipment to a drug-lord in Hawaii. It seems that Uncle was making his typical coffee every morning. I asked him for a cup once again, and he made me one. I told him about my memory, and he seemed very interested in my story. I wondered if he ever was curious about my past. I wondered even more if he trusted me because of the business I used to work in. That cold morning didn't seem so cold once I held the warm mug of Uncle's coffee. I finally noticed it after so long - this is the best coffee I've ever had. Granted I didn't drink coffee much, but nonetheless it was great. "Hey Uncle, where'd you learn to make coffee like this? It's great! Maybe you could have your own coffee shop one day once this Tarkov thing comes to a standstill" I said with enthusiasm. He made some monotone grunting noise, something about the world not deserving it. After breakfast, we packed our stuff and headed out to finally start searching for supplies again. I didn't forget about the gunshots I heard yesterday and the people we saw, but I wasn't so concerned now that we had better weaponry. Now, the two of us were ready. We would be able to hold our ground against others... at least, for the most part. From my research, the south of Tarkov is populated with a very high concentration of Scavs. I don't know if these guys we keep seeing are with each other, but I felt like moving away from this area - it felt unsafe with so many people around. The quiet streets that we walked on had an unspoken ambiance of sinister evil. As we walked, I felt like we were being watched. I don't know from what, or who, but I felt with my being. I was more tense than usual, and even Uncle felt something as well. We picked up our pace from a fast walk to a run, so we could book it out of the area. We came across a very large office corporation building... perhaps it was for the military. Uncle and I decided to split up and try to find the security office or something more interesting... if the building has one, that is. As I walked down the hallway and looked into some of the offices through the hallway windows, it felt like I was some sort of guard looking into prison cells. Despite the turn it forced on me in life, I'm happier than ever that I decided to have a more exciting job to pay the bills than the mindless typing and printing of these offices... not moving all day... seeing the same people every day... makes me sick. As I come up to the third floor, the humid smell of gut wrenching death clogs my nostrils. It seems Uncle didn't come to this part, but I guess it will save him the stomach for it. A bit out of the doorway, a dead man was crouched on the floor with a lifeless gaze, and a hole in the bottom of his jaw. "Poor bastard," I thought. It seems that he couldn't take anymore of life... I didn't blame him. Life looks grim when you work from 9 to 5 looking through a window in some cooped up office, waiting until the second your shift ends and you get to go home, only to repeat the process every day. In a way, I looked at that dead man and saw what I could have been in life if I didn't decide to join with that fated stranger, Nikolai, on the day that changed my life forever... But, perhaps a story for another time. I looked for a gun laying near the man, but unfortunately I didn't find one. I closed the man's eyes and continued my journey through the rest of the offices on the floor, and I found a maintenance room. "This could be gold for an engineer like me!" I thought. I wrapped my fingers around the door, and twisted the knob. Surprisingly, the door opened with no resistance. I hoped to find tools or repair kits in here that I could put to use. In the room, I found [insert]. Afternoon: Feeling safer from the area as we walked away from it, Uncle asked me a somewhat touchy question - "Hey Slayer... what did you do before you ended up here, and what brought you to this place anyway?" "Buckle up, it's a long story" I said. "Try not to fall asleep." "It started when I was going to my old job one day. I had worked in college for a couple years to get an Bachelor's degree in Science, so I could get a job in Meteorology. I like the weather, you know? It sparked my interest probably more than anything else I've ever seen in my life... save for why we're here, and the mysteries of the Universe. I was going to work one day at my office when I got stuck up by a guy who I came to know as Nikolai. He held me at gunpoint and told me to follow him into an alley. You probably seem pretty confused, and at the time, I was just as clueless as you are right now. Then, after I'm in an alley with not a soul to see, this man dressed in a trench coat with a suppressed 9mm pistol asks me 'Where's the shipment you were supposed to deliver?' I tell him I don't know what the hell he's on, but he's got the wrong guy. For the most part, I would have to comply with him if I cared for my own life, so when he asked me the same thing again, I told him about my life. Thankfully, he was convinced that he had the wrong guy, but then he got a different idea. 'No wonder I thought I had the right guy... you look exactly like him. Well, you know I can't let you go, right? I don't know what you'll do.' I told him I wasn't going to do anything, blah blah, generic innocence stuff, right? This scar-faced bastard makes me go with him." "It was the last time my co-workers ever saw me. This man makes me go through the process of 'going off the radar.' I get a new identity, my death is faked, and I'm basically forced to work for this kingpin that I never saw the face of. I swore I'll never even speak of the name people called him again... and that's how my new life started. I was responsible for the transportation of many illegal items, like high-class weaponry, and drugs. I was thankful that they listened to my one request, which was that I would not be responsible for moving..." I choked, "people." "It was so discreet, I only heard of it. I never saw it with my own eyes, even though I was within the same field of operation. That always baffled me, but I guess for my own sanity it worked out. From there, I worked with Nikolai for several years. We raked in a lot of cash and I got to even keep some for myself. Too bad that I had to leave it all behind after I messed up big time. I'd tell you, but my tongue grows sore. Perhaps another day. Besides... I've already relived enough of what I swore to forget." After I told him, we walked without a word for a long time. Evening: We came upon a hospital that wafted awful smells to us after we crossed the exceptionally large perimeter of the park, so we found a residential area nearby and decided to crash there for the night. Uncle asked that I took the first watch, which was only fair considering he did it yesterday. Hesitantly, I agreed and he practically jumped onto the couch in the house. I searched through all of it to check for anything of danger, and after not finding anything, I locked all the doors and sat against the wall. As Uncle slept, I wondered what he thought of me and if he really trusted me.
  3. Game

    Group: Wanderer's Coffee Club Action: Move Description: I woke during the night with a very vivid and disturbing dream. It seemed to be based off of our encounter at the Motel with the bandits, and I was re-living the whole experience. I alarmingly perked up holding my AK when I glanced over my shoulder towards Uncle, seeing him sleep without a care in the world. I cursed to myself silently, then got up and set a folding chair next to the window near the door of the balcony. I took out a pack of Marlboro Smooth 100's, and against my better judgement, I smoked for the first time in a long time. I was going to do it on the balcony, but I didn't want to be left out in the wide open holding a red, flaring beacon for everyone to see. Despite me remembering how awful the dream I had was, I couldn't really remember... well, the dream. I hate it the most when you remember something for a certain reason, but can't remember the actual contents of the memory - you just know that it was important, and nothing else. Perhaps I'm just having a "philosophical smoke break," but at least it helps me think. I drifted back to sleep shortly after. Morning: I woke up at dawn pissed off about the lack of sleep. I saw Uncle stretching out with a grin on his face, feeling better than ever. "I slept well last night Slayer, what about you?" He said with a slight mock on his tone, seeing the bags under my eyes. "Don't even start with that," I said, "I'm not in the mood for it." We planned our moves for the day ahead, desiring to get away from the extraction point quickly. Staying near the border won't get us very far if we decide to search, because we won't find a lot - almost everything has been picked clean. If we wanted to find good supplies, we had to move further into the heart of Tarkov. From all of our firefights, I had grown more experienced with aiming - it appears that I'm a better shot now. Mid-Day: I appreciated the bright sun over our heads as Uncle and I marched through the streets and back alleys of the city. Despite how tired I was, I felt as if Uncle's tributes to luck may have influenced it into our favor today. It made me feel better than I have felt in a long while... then I remembered that it was just the two of us, by ourselves. Dalton no longer was here, so I kept my thoughts of trinkets to myself. The ambient presence of Zao, with eyes ever watching but never speaking, was also no longer with us. Now, I no longer felt so well. Unlike the usual, Uncle and I talked some while we were travelling. I had asked him some about what he did for a living when he was younger - prior to our presence in this city of anarchy. He talked to me about it for a while. Overhead, a cascade of clouds began to haze the warming rays of the run, leaving an empty, bleak feeling in us. Evening: We figured that we would settle in a house in a residential area. Perhaps we would find something in the building that works in our favor before resting for the night. As we walked through the streets, we saw some acts of destruction upon the community of houses. There were cars turned over, some looked like they had been on fire. There was blood cascaded on a garage door of a house - it looked like a brutal torturing session occurred in front of it. We picked a house and walked in to a relatively clean home. Granted, there was the usual dust everywhere, but I wouldn't have had a second thought of getting lice from sleeping on the rugs, if I chose to. Of course, I wasn't, but it's nice that I'd be able to without risk. We cleared the very inviting building hastily, and then pillaged the cabinets and rooms for supplies. I decided that I would sleep on the couch for the night downstairs.
  4. Create a humorous inscription for the screenshot!

    "Me after the millionth comment on the removal of Klean as an emissary."
  5. Game

    Group Name: Wanderer's Coffee Club Action: Move Description: It felt like forever. The night of the raid, every minute felt like an eternity. It feels good to finally be walking again with my friend. "Yea... I don't know what's happening to those two, Uncle, but I agree with you - I hope they're alright." The Bartender was quite happy when he saw us with his shipment, and I was quite happy with the cash he gave us. "Well Uncle, where are we off to now?" "Wherever the wind takes us, friend." Leaves crunched under my boots as we marched through the forest. I need to get back into the swing of things after all of that relaxing. My injury in my chest has faded away, and I feel better than ever. I feel like I could run 10 miles! Unfortunately, I don't know if I can say the same for Uncle. The knee brace I found has helped him a lot, but given that his leg is hurt in the first place, I could guarantee that he couldn't march as far as I could. I inspected the bottle of Opioids in my pocket as I walked on an old rock path. I figured maybe I would be able to trade these, if I found the right group of people... Perhaps, maybe the drug business would work out in this region after all... maybe I wouldn't have to give up my old ways... I pushed the thought out of my head. The person that is in me, in Tarkov, is not the same person that was in America. I refuse to give in to those ways... but maybe I could sell what I found so I can stop thinking about it. There was always something that drew me in to Uncle. He was quite mysterious with his ways... his thing with coffee threw me off a bit, but I didn't really care about it. He never really complained about anything, like life was always better than it seemed. That part made me wonder if he was shooting something into his veins behind my back. I grew suspicious, but figured better of it, so I carried on! We came across an apartment building, and I followed what he told me to do and we went into the building.
  6. 48 hour rain??? really? it sucks

    Rain can be helpful. Means you don't get cross-mapped by a sniper on woods.
  7. Unofficial EFT Discord Community - Verification Thread

    ExcuseMeWhat#5016 verification, please!
  8. Answer the question of the Scav - 1

    As I keep my natural pace of jogging throughout the day, I stumble upon a man that seems to be trapped. I reach for my AK, but I think better of it, because he has not tried to shoot me already... yet. "Adventurer! It seems you are stuck... who do you work for? Are you in one of the gangs, or are you just a man trying to make something of yourself in this harsh wasteland? You're not working with anyone like Pashutin, right?" I know he is a person, but if he were to answer that he was in a gang that was involved with murdering my BEAR friends, I will show him NO mercy by leaving a bullet from my beautiful PB in his cranium and think nothing of it.
  9. Nerf Armor

    Lol, I saw that slug video. Devs decided to buff slugs after that. Yea, I agree with you, this game's gonna need some major changes with armor.
  10. Nerf Armor

    Well depends on the type of ammunition and caliber you are using. 7.62 is strong, but PS is not a very good ammo choice - it's armor penetration is lacking compared to some other types. An SKS or AKM with a decent type of 7.62 is just fine, it melts through armor. Both can kill a fullgear in just a couple of hits up close to the head.
  11. Bugs of the text RPG

    Yea LOL I noticed this and almost fell out of my desk at school when I saw the stats. ADDITIONALLY, if you look at the M4a1, the dirtying rate is 0/20, while an AK74U is 0/60 (or 0/80, I forget). The AS VAL suffers in the same fashion.
  12. The Tarkov RPG and you, the beginning.

    I like this. I didn't bother with the cartridges as I did not see them as useful at the time, I just bought a bunch of food. MMM, Bush's Baked Beans...
  13. New Reputation Requirements are broken

    Customs key, you say? Well, on the EFT Trading Discord, plenty of people are willing to sell them. You can get ANYTHING you need on that Discord, people are willing to sell. Don't waste your time with keys. Just buy them! They cost around 200k Roubles.
  14. Game

    Group: Wanderer's Coffee Club Action: Move (Move/Search for me, see description) Description: Despite our best efforts to reach our destination, we didn't seem to quite get there. It seemed like quite the easy walk, I don't know why we didn't manage to arrive in time. I'm getting really pissed off about these inconveniences that seem to happen for no reason. Morning A pretty typical morning. After camping out in an apartment for the night, we all woke up and set off after breakfast. We were very determined to deal with what was to come, so we needed to scope out the area to find them. To do this, we planned to travel to the sector and look out on top of a very tall building. Mid-day/Afternoon We finally arrived at the damn place, a full day off schedule. We saw a very large hospital building that we figured we could spot out from. Additionally, we may find some nice supplies in there. knowing medical supplies were pretty important (and were probably going to be even more important with our next encounter), I decided to search the place while we're there. I was looking for three things - Any useful medical supplies, a spyglass/pair of binoculars, and something to help Uncle's leg. As I was digging around in one of the storage rooms on the second floor, I noticed a peculiar black wrap with some sort of velcro... Oh! A knee brace, perfect! Excitedly, I ran back over to Uncle. "Here, put this on!" It was one of those Copperfit knee wraps that helps your leg from aching. Hopefully, it will help him. I found (insert) inside the hospital before we finally climbed the roof. As we looked over the horizon, we found the building was better than we thought. It was almost at the top of a somewhat large hill overlooking the area, almost to the horizon. We could see VERY clearly from up here. We looked over to our destination to see what we were up against... We made our best efforts to see if we spotted the truck we saw before. Evening/Night The rest of the day was quite eventful. We picked a residential home as a temporary hideout to plan for the night based on what we saw.
  15. Docs case worth

    You payed way too much kek. Keybars are only like 200k, and docs cases are like 400k. Sorry man, you got scammed.