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    group: reporter action: search description: rousing from my sleep in a garage i crashed in . the light of the sun shining through the windows on the garage door. illuminating the room. opening my pack i glance into what might as well be an abyss i mutter "sticking to my good old caffeine and nicotine diet today". thinking to my self, the world runs on food i am no different. pulling my notebook from my jacket i start jotting down the most likely areas i would find food. glancing back at the notes i cross out pantries. the collapse of here happened long enough ago they all be dried up by now. so that leave two choices. with only enough food to last a day or two of searching i have to act. the collapse was well reported as it was happening. someone in these suburbs had to have made a cache in the nearby woods. away from prying eyes. i am banking on that i can find someones doomsday gear, packing my kit i walk towards the tree line and go up and down the houses back yards looking for signs of traffic into the woods. just my luck i find a path worn into the undergrowth. doing one more final check of my gear i start following the path of hopefully prepers past. journal entry: 1) preper cache. 2) basement/attic storage 3) pantries
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    group: reporter action: explore description: waking up to Stalker walking into the store room, proudly strutting with a mouse in his jaw. "you did get him" "good job buddy" sitting there drinking my coffee with stalker warming my feet. not a bad morning. taking inventory of the kit i found and adding it to the list of items i keep in the back of my journal i notice... "F*CK we are running out of food" good thing i am near some suburbs. after gathering my kit and donning the new camo jacket. time to go and find some food. or i might have to have a few hungry nights. as a start walking down the street i turn back to see if Stalker is following me. i cant see him but who knows he traveled with me without my consent before he will do it again. lighting a cigarette i stroll off into the morning fog. journal entry: it feels good having someone to talk to even tho its just a cat. who knows i might come back here to see if he stays. he did find me a new jacket the least i can do is stop back and give him some more food. saw the most amazing view looking back at the swamps i traveled in before.
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    group: reporter action: search description: waking up to my feline "friend" sleeping near the small fire i lit in the store he and i had a stand off yesterday. once im out and i start to eat. i feel the cat pawing at my thigh.... "so that's why you were stalking me". setting some food on the ground next to me so "stalker" can have a bite to eat too i turn back to my coffee. i might as well look around here since i took cover in this store yesterday. looking down at stalker his scrawny figure pawing for more food. "you know of anything around that might be worth some money?" journal entry: a cat... i ended up almost getting into a shootout with some cat was not my idea of a manly story. hell at least someone else might get a laugh out of it. i got a new friend, if my gun had not malfunctioned i might actually be eating him right now. i dubbed the war torn cat "stalker" since that all he did to me the last two days. still i would rather have a dog but hell any companion might help. even if its what might as well be devil spawn.
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    group: reporter action:set an ambush description: the shadows, the shadows have been following me all day... am i going mad? is it someone? something? who knows. either way i heard movement around the house i slept in all night. i cant let this continue if i want to keep moving towards the hardpoint i saw on the map. starting the day the shadows continued. i tossed in some chew to sharpen my nerves , prepped my subgun and tucking it under my jacket and made a plan to confront my would be shadow. ducking into a alley i quickly tuck into a ajar door in the alley leaving it with a crack open towards the alley. i pull my sub gun out shouldering it towards the door. i steady my breath and think to myself "take the bait, come on take it".
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    group name: reporter action: move description: taking the day off was just what i needed. my boots are dry, my feet don't hurt. its time to keep going. packing up my gear and having a drink of coffee. quickly double checking my kit i set off. starting off in the direction of the same compounds as before. marching on as the sun rises high in the sky sweat beading. i ramble on. journal entry: coffee and tobacco.. military men run on it i am no exception. having rested yesterday when i had my coffee this morning i swear i felt the first drops of that warm black brew touch my soul.
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    group: reporter action: search action: before i went to sleep yesterday i saw some houses on the other side of the swamp. im going to spend my day there resting and recuperating. getting out of my sleeping bag early i am immediately being eaten alive by mosquitoes. i need to start moving fast. these bugs are killing me; skipping my normal routine to get to the houses faster i stuff my ruck, and press to the houses. once there i set my camp back up and start to do inventory of my gear and see what i might be able to find in these houses. journal entry: "you will never get anything done by doing nothing" ha where is that advice now. when my socks and boots where drying off i found a gun. a sub machine gun. straight out of golden eye no less. im roughly familiar with the operations of the weapon. but i will have to clean it off tomorrow. for now it was way to dark and i dont want to risk loosing a piece if i try to take it apart in the dark. and in the mud. that would be a problem waiting to happen. the bugs here are murder they were buzzing around my camp all night it was so hard to sleep i took a picture with my flashlight on to see how bad they where, have to say im not surprised.
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    group: reporter action: move description: rising, dazed and in a fog. deciding to get out of the camp early to get a head start on the day. putting my soggy boots back on from falling in the swamps yesterday. god i hate wet boots and socks. "keep moving forward" the words of my drill instructors still ring true even a decade later. i need to make sure i change my socks at lunch. journal entry: ate sh*t today while walking through the trees, didn't get hurt i was lucky enough to land in some grass. thats about all that happened today i was eerily quiet in tarkov today. the sunset over the city was amazing looking; with the lack of noise today i felt that i might be the only person in the world. hell everyone else could have died for all i know. me being the only one left... makes you wonder what went through the people who lived here heads when the collapse of structure happened. order became chaos. friends became foes. must have been a un-nerving experience. all the more reason to keep moving forward someone who was there during the event must still be here i have to find them.
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    group: reporter action: move description: rolling out of my hammock early the birds barely awake. i feel a cold chill run down my spine when the morning air hits my lungs. making some coffee i sip on it while i change my socks and wake up for the day.packing my ruck and gear i start snacking on some jerky as i hike today i will be going until dusk if i want to make it to my destination in a good amount of time. once i pitch camp that night i start jotting in my journal what happened the previous day journal entry: T-day 1 journal: after returning to tarkov i am hoping to get the chance to interview the local heads of "state" from the briefs the UN media organizer gave me there are myriad of gangs and smaller factions trying to take a good foot hold in the area. religious zealots, and former local leaders not withstanding. yesterday was quite just took a stroll through the outskirts of the city. i did see a pack of dogs way off in the distance (pictured below) they gave no mind to me.
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    group: reporter action: move having been tasked by the UN to gain intelligence on the norvinsk region i start my journey into tarkov. armed with my notebook, and camera time to see what is happening in the city. packing a lip with tobacco i move west as the sun barely crests the horizon.
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    group:maritime soldier action:special/encounter description:still in encounter
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    group:maritime soldier action:special/encounter description: in encounter
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    Unofficial EFT Discord Community - Verification Thread

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    Group: maritime soldier action: move with the shovel I found I certainly have a better chance in close combat than with my utility knife. But I don’t want to piss the man with a rifle off. Taking the shovel and affixing it to my belt if needed. Tucking my knife into my pocket for quicker access as well. I take a deep breath and start to move towards the building the rounds have been exiting from; once I make it to the edge of the wall approaching the entrance of the building. I declare myself to those inside in the loudest voice I possibly can muster “FRIENDLY OUTSIDE CAN YOU HEAR ME?”. Once I do so all that’s rolling through my head is “ no going back now”
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    Group: maritime soldier action: move Rolling out from my camp to head north, the sun not even creating over the hill. hearing gunfire to the east I decide to head in that direction, someone might need help if I do my best I might be able to save them, at bare minimum gain some kit, the hospital flag I saw to the north will still be there once I am done checking this battle site. T-day 3 it was a calm morning Ipreformed observation over a town I wanted to move into. Spotting a red cross air station it might be a good thing to go loot. But I had to move towards some contact I heard in the distance semper gumby and what not.
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    group:maritime soldier action: explore rolling out of my sleeping gear the brisk morning air fills my lungs while i pack up my camp and break down my hide. don't want anyone to know i was here. time to press deeper into the city. by the looks of it the outskirts are a ghost town. freyr smiled upon me today. my back is weighted full with food to keep me moving through the rest of my journey. now i have dip, and food. i am set for this trip. now that i have had time to look down into the town and have seen little in the way of movement it is time to explore the town. i have a good feeling about today. i remember reading somewhere that keeping a journal helps with feelings of isolation and helps you remember information about the day. someone named.... oscar... oatsman... no it was ollie. i think i will start writing down things that happened that day. who knows if i do die in this city what i write down might help someone survive. learning from my failures sort of thing. journal entry: T- day 2 my name is gnome if you found my journal hopefully not on my corpse maybe you can get some use out of it. today i had my first lesson from tarkov. make sure you double and triple check your gear. i just went two days without food because i forgot that i packed it under the rest of my kit. the next bit of advice i have to you is starting early if you are out and about when others are still in slumber you just might get the first catch. think of how fishermen start early in the morning to get to the best hole to cast a line. or better yet "the early bird gets the worm" -signed gnome
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