Diary Entries - 'Dragon'

Started by Dragon, 12-08-2010

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Dragon

*Initialising...*

*...*

*Standby*

*loading device: 'Drag's pendrive'*

*...*

*Accessing: F:\Media/Music/Sleeper.mp3*

*WARNING: FILE CORRUPT. TERMINATING PROCESS.*

*Closing file browser*

*Standby*

*Opening voice log on: Create entry.*

Typical.. just,
Hrm, tonights supposed "Well earned rest." has gone down the shitter.
Gah, I don't know what to say, im tired.. it's dark.

Man, sometimes I wish I never left the comfort of a family to come here.
When I look back, it just seems... devastating, to know that a family right now might be mourning over the sudden dissapearence of a loved one, I perfer to keep my mind away from that train of thought, as I said, it just depresses m-


**A faint : "Fuck off and go cry in a corner elsewhere." is picked up by the PDA, probably coming from somebody nearby.**

**Rustiling of equipment is heard, followed by afew footsteps.**

Oh man, i've had one hell of a day.
I really don't think my idea of "The less important you are, the lower the chance of death" scheme is working out, being a rookie is the equivalent of being the dog turd on somebodys boot.
I really got to step up..
Anyway, time to find somewhere dark and cold enough to be considered a possible shelter that isn't a trap.
Dragon, out
.


*Saved and Ended.*

*POWER OFF.*

"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon


*Initialising...*

*...*

*Standby*

*Loading Device: 'Drag's pendrive'*

*...*

*Opening file browser.*

*Opening: Equipment.txt*

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::Equipment::

    ::Weaponry::
Assault Rifle: AN-94 Abakan [Loaded/Spare ammo] [UPDATED]
Shotgun: N/A
Melee: Kabar Knife
Handgun: PMM Makarov [EMPTY]
Sniper: N/A


    ::Armour::
Overcoat: Leather Jacket
Armour: Kevlar Inserts
Pants: Jeans
Gasmask: S-1 Gasmask
Device: N/A


    ::Misc::
Medical1: Medkit-3
Medical2: Bandage-3
Light: Solar Flashlight
Communications: AN/PRC-152 Type 1 Handheld Radio
Device: PDA


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*Save and Exit*

*Standby*

*Opening text log on: Create entry.*

I've made my first step up the ladder.
It's been a hectic day, I've worked alot and made alot, bought an Abakan that I earned by shedding sweat.
I updated the equipment log with the Abakan, good to see that I can keep track of things.
Anyway, I dubbed my new Assault rifle "Longsword", I've got a feeling that rifle will get me far.

Right, quick log on what i've done today:

Helped afew Stalkers take on some military.

Been abit of a pyromaniac (Ill make detail more later.), got payed 700RU for it.

Bought an Abakan. 2100 RU and an AKM down the drain.

Did a job for a trader, got 700 RU.

Ate a Tourist Baguette. (Putting tourist delight with bread has never tasted so good, must add a kobasa sausage next time.)

Made afew more molotovs.

So yeah...
Good day.
Ill report more on tommorow
Dragon, Out.


*Saved and Ended.*

*POWER OFF.*


"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

KillSlim

Lot'sa colours. I had to highlight it to read it.
"Yes, we will be changed and we will march with him, then all the world will have his colour and his light and his madness."


Ace: Howdy-do, Killslim.
Paintcheck: Uh...
Paintcheck: Wrong window

Dragon


*Initialising...*

*...*

*Standby*

*Opening text log on: Create entry.*

Eh, I got the Flamethrower working now.
I attached the fuel supply, it lasted for afew test blasts, but then fucked up, and emptied itself.
Hrm.. This annoys me.. alot.
For new fuel, im probably going to have to buy some tanks from some trader, I don't know.
Either that, or I spend alot of RU, time and more sweat on changing the fuel entirely, to another source.
Im considering getting some other flammable liquid and put it in a seperate tank, so the flame sticks easier..


Flamethrower aside, I got drunk yesterday to celebrate the basis of it being finished.
Maybe I just broke it in my fucking drunk rambling..
Anyway.. big headache.
Very big..
So big, im cutting this thing fucking short.

Dragon out.




*Save as and Exit.*

*Name: FUCK, CLOSE ALRE"

*SHUTTING DOWN.*

"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon


**Sleep mode off.**

**Initialising, please wait.**

** INITIALISED, THANK YOU FOR WAITING. **

**USERNAME: Dragon
**PASSWORD: ***************

** ... **

**Welcome DRAGON **

** ... **

**Opening PDA log base.**
              |_ **Create new.**


Not updated this thing for a long time, I forgot I even had this new PDA.
Anyway, I can't be arsed getting used to the functions and crap, so im just going to record TODAYS events.
I made a new friend, 'Hydra' is his name, a friend of Ra-... 
Oh man, I just remembered what I saw..
Christ, Im going to miss him, he was a good friend.
Anyway, I got my shit together now, I got some decent gear sorted out and im ready to face the zone as soon as I get a suit.
I got 2000RU so far, it's... a fairly decent start in my terms, considering I am rather poor.
I also got my hands on an LR300 now.

So.. yeah.
Tommorow or something, I plan on telling Hydra about... his friends fate.
It's just working up the nerve to tell him.
How is he going to wind up.
Will he kill himself, will he kill ME in anger...
Ugh, this is what the zone does to me, it makes me think of stuff that normally my common sense would sort out for me.
Mind you, in the zone..
Common sense has been turned upside down and torn in half, with the amount of things that have been proved possible, even the previously IMPOSSIBLE.

Fuck, im rambiling on to my PDA, an inanimate object.. yet again.
Anyway, fuck this.
Dragon, out.


**Save and end.**

**Name: LOG 4 **

**SLEEP MODE ON**




"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon

#5
**Sleep mode off.**

**Initialising, please wait.**

** INITIALISED, THANK YOU FOR WAITING. **

**USERNAME: Dragon
**PASSWORD: **********

**DENIED**

**USERNAME: Dragon
**PASSWORD:*************

** ... **

**Welcome DRAGON **

** ... **

**Opening PDA log base.**
              |_ **Create new.**

_____________________________________

::Equipment::

    ::Weaponry::
Assault Rifle: L85
Shotgun: SPAS-12
Melee: Crowbar
Handgun: Colt
Sniper: Two words, I wish.


    ::Armour::
Overcoat: Wehrmacht Officer Trenchcoat
Armour: Kevlar Inserts
Pants: Wehrmatcht Officer Pants
Gasmask: S-1 Gasmask /w Wehrmacht helmet
Device: Artefact Detector


    ::Misc::
Medical1: Medkit-6
Medical2: Bandage-9
Light: Solar Flashlight
Communications: AN/PRC-152 Type 1 Handheld Radio
Device: PDA


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Reading over what I once typed, I cannot believe how far I have come from when I started out.
First post is one of those that I look back on and think that it isn't me.
So much shit has happened, where to start it all?
Ah, the big fable of Dragon, A stalker who has made friends, killed them through betrayal just for a quick bit of money...
So much to say, so much yet still to do.
Hrm, I almost cannot believe how far I have come from the old days.
I KILLED my friend, so I could get more work.
I got this new uniform, I made new friends with these "Haven" guys who freaking tried to sacrifice me so that they could escape from a poltergiest and ripped me off for a SPAS-12.
I am on good terms with Duty I think, I helped fight off a tark and a bunch of zombies with them, and I will continue to help them as long as they need it, they are a good faction...

I've been having ideas, climbing a building near freedom base in the dead of night, and in red spraypaint, write out a big message that says, "Gecko, fuck you, Im Dragon.".
I told some of my Co-workers who told me about that Freedom guy, just thought I would throw that out there, but realistically thinking, It's a deathwish, although it WOULD be great to pull off.

I've met a good trader, Starnagod or something, he is a good man.
I have not seen him for some time though, it's a real shame, the prices he set were the best of the best, cheapest I know.
Oh, forgot to mention, speaking of traders.
Need to sell my freaking Sunrise, I looted it off of some deadbeat drunk ass bastard.
                                   // [OOC]Dragon: Actually, I just got it with the Vet flag. //

So, uh.. yeah.
I need to update this thing more.


**Save and end.**

**Name: LOG 5 **

**SLEEP MODE ON**
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon

**STA-D -Y OFF **

**WAR-I-G: HEAVY HARDWARE DAMAGE-CO-TACT MECHA-IC **

**Opening PDA voice log base.**
              |_ **Create new.**


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*A Siren is heard screeching amongst the recording, the shouts of men scream out their cries of their wish for freedom, whilst the sound of gunfire echoes, all masked by static.*


*After a while, shuffling is heard, before a voice...*


"We march as o-STATIC- brothers, to defeat the hu*STATIC* that sta-d i our way, fight o-!"


*A loud explosion is heard, before the static takes over all sound imput.*



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**HARDWARE FAILURE DETECTED, SHUTTI-G DO
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"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon


<::Hello, thank you for purchasing the X51 series PDA, we will now run through the initial setup::>


<::We see you have connected a device, would you like to transfer the content to the first useraccount?::>


<::[/ YES.


<:: Transferring...

    ....63%
    ....100%.
<::Transfer complete.
    WARNING: CORRUPT FILES DETECTED.


<:: Useraccount name:
Dragon
<:: Useraccount Password: **********
<:: Useraccount Passconfirm: **********

<::USERACCOUNT
Dragon CREATED. ::>


<::Accessing SETTINGS. ::>[/b]

<::FONTCOLOR: Automatic. ::>

<::SETTINGS APPLIED::>


<::The time is: 3:26AM::>


<::OPENING LOG TYPER.exe::>


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Hm.
"We march as one brothers, to defeat the hundreds that stand in our way, fight onwards to FREEDOM!"

Thats what the correction is.
Thats the line that motivated everyone to fight on, when the uprising in the slave camp was almost quelled.
The man who spoke those words was a great friend, I had never told him how I had escaped, he had been stuck inside the camp for all the time I escaped the first time.

He wasn't happy to see me after they ended the torture, we were great friends, and I broke a promise.
I broke a fucking promise to a friend, then watched him die before my eyes, in a way that he did not deserve, this is just, depressing.

He had lost all hope in my plans for him, after I had left eariler on in my career in the zone, and started making his own escape plans.
When I was delivered to my cell in the camp, it was all hell.
They were beating me yet even more, the bruises and gashes and cuts of torture ached and stung, I felt like death was coming over me slowly, and I swear I could see it in his eyes, he wanted me dead, there was no going around it.

Then the guards came in, broke up the fight.
They returned everyone to their shackles, oh the shackles, I cannot bear them.
They are against a wall, only against your arms though, luckily.
They put me in the same room of which I escaped from, not as I remember it though, seems more dusty, and there was an odd skeleton that wasn't there some time ago, things change.

Now, I absolutely hate the shackles.
I don't know why, but I just hate being restrained, I just want to break free and fuck up the thing that was restraining me, the feeling of restricted movement just.. goes right through me.
So, they tied me up, and beat me on the spot again.
Oh, the beatings, they would do it relentlessly, with anything they could find.
The stock of their weapons, their arms and legs, bones, if it can be swung, they would hit me with it.
After a while, you forget what the pains of punishment feel like, when it hits you again, it burns, and I mean it.

After a good amount of time, out cold, I wake up to my cell, and try to move my arms.
Of course, I can't, and I started to panic, which leads to me pulling against them.
I never, ever thought that panicking would come in handy, I pulled the chain right from the wallbolt, and was now free with one arm.
A stroke of luck, pure luck..
or maybe just typical, stupid bandits..
They never changed the bolts, they were old and rusted, I broke the other one with ease.

I opened the old trapdoor, and that led me down into the underground of the camp..
Agh, my wounds are stinging and the bruises are hurting, so im going to end that story, for now.

The merc group that captured me were hired by Cobra.
I have no intention of killing them, though, maybe that little rookie asswipe, but messing with the Merc group might be bad.
Heh, I bet Cobra reffered the job as "Slaying the Dragon", the little asshole.
Right, enough of this, ill finish up the rest of the log tommorow, and how I met Sardanya, an old friend..

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<::End and save as: Log 1B::>

<::Shutting down, goodnight Dragon::>

"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon


<::Exiting Powersave::>


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::Equipment::

    ::Weaponry::
Assault Rifle: SIG-550
Shotgun: N/A
Melee: Crowbar / Kabar
Handgun: Desert Eagle
Sniper: N/A


    ::Armour::
Overcoat: Wehrmacht Officer Trenchcoat
Armour: Kevlar Inserts
Pants: Wehrmatcht Officer Pants
Gasmask: S-1 Gasmask /w Wehrmacht helmet
Device: Artifact Detector


    ::Misc::
Medical1: Medkit-0
Medical2: Bandage-9
Light: Solar Flashlight
Communications: AN/PRC-152 Type 1 Handheld Radio
Device: PDA

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<::The time is: 4:20PM::>


<::OPENING LOG RECORDER.exe::>



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Fuck yes, got me some good money and a SIG-550 to boot.
Shame I had to wave goodbye to the G36.

Hey, where'd my fucking logs go?
Fucking file corruption, fucking unreliable PDAs.
Maybe I just need to update some of the softwa--


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<::CRITICAL FAILURE DETECTED.SYSTEM REVERTING::>




"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Turkey

His pda has a virus, Shoulda got AVG

Dragon

Quote from: Turkey on 22-12-2010
His pda has a virus, Shoulda got AVG
Pretty much this.
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon



<::Entering safemode::>



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:// EXEC: LOG TYPER

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Well this is just fucking great, my PDA has got some pretty fucked up problems.
Right, this feels primitive, everything now feels out of place on the screen.
Damn broken PDA, they are supposed to be waterproof, and this one just goes and just happens to get a broken screen whilst it decides to get leaky.
But, no really, I "Accidentally" broke the screen somehow, I probably got drunk and threw it against a rock, big crack in it, quite literally spreads across the whole screen, looks sort of cool, would be if it worked well infact.

Onto life, Spark was happy when I gave him his new sunrise suit, "For christmas" I said, what a cheap laugh of mine.
Anyway, he finds it's real nice and I like it, makes him happy, makes Defiance happy, makes me happy then, I guess.
Oh, quick note to myself, I think I got to teach Spark that fire is fucking deadly and cannot be controlled, expanding further on the note, he lit himself up with a molotov and burned some of the sunrise suit I got him.
Irritating, to say the least, cost me 15,000 rubles that fucker did.

Oh, yes, I am part of Defiance now, not worth throwing a party for, but it's good to be with my old friends again, and with the newcomer.
I find it a shame that Hydra did not follow in my path, he and I were good friends, god knows why he may of chose to be a mercenary, not an honest stalker like his brother, worse yet, he joined Orion.
I don't like those guys, and I really want to put a bullet through Hydras head now,
Fuck, im just getting angry now, going to turn this thing off, retrieve the memory and then transfer it to a new PDA, that is fit for the zones conditions, if such a thing exists.

Dasvidaniya,
Dragon, out.


<::Saved::>



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"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon


<::Enter user login::>

<::Login: Dragon::>
<::Password: *******************  ::>



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:// EXEC: LOG TYPER

<::CANNOT FIND FILE::>

:// EXEC: LOG RECORDER

<::File opened::>


<Recording>

Not much to say for today, Spark realised who did his brother in, uh..
Infact, now that I think about it, there was quite abit of activity today.

From the start to the end, It starts off with me walking to the Ecologists to meet spark and sell some Dog's tail, made a quick 250 rubles, returned to base with him.
Met up with Blade at a warehouse shortly after, there was an anomaly, it gave off light, I thought I knew what it was at the time, I took spark outside and explained, but the people in there threw a poor rookie in there, he dissapeared.
Didn't expect that, shortly after him, I followed.
A blowout occured during my transport, and from coincidence, it looked as if I arrived in hell.
Bloodsuckers, about sixteen of them.

I stood for a second, waiting to be swarmed, but I saw the rookie was intact, then I saw that the creatures were asleep, encased in a thick shell of sorts.
For the next 4 minutes, I was the doorman, telling everyone to shut the fuck up and don't touch anything, but of course, there were two who fought the power and now they find that they are in a place supposedly much better than the zone.
Yes, I am talking about HELL.

Heh, Im guessing from the few confused faces coming from the rookies of the bar I am in, they have not met the zone and all it's dangers, just yet.

Right, so, big bloodsucker lair full of sleeping encased shell-esque figures that come alive if you even so much as breath on one.
Blade seemed to know what he was doing, he found a wall, it was significantly weaker than the other ones, darker..
I stabbed it with the crowbar, and it crumbled.
God, I love that thing.

Quickly summing the stuff up now, my turn to be served at the Duty bar.
Ran to duty, talked with Blade, fuck happened.
Dragon, out.


*Click.*



<::Saved::>


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"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon


<::Enter user login::>

<::Login: Dragon::>
<::Password: *******************  ::>



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:// EXEC: LOG RECORDER

<::File opened::>

<Recording>

So much spare time, so little to do.
I just spent today doing afew essentials in the bar and being out and about in Duty.
I got this hunk-a-junk PDA fixed, but it seems to have the safe mode locked in, everything is so much harder to do on this PDA now, ah well.

Going through my past logs on my PDA, I have realised a lot of stuff I have forgotten about me.
The zone has changed me, I used to be a soft rookie who had his own failing scheme, and now, well...
I don't think I can say what I am now, not atleast, not yet.
As time passes on, I will come up for an answer for that, and then I will ponder what I am then.

So much stuff has happened during my time in the zone, so many events, so many key moments, so much death, so much revenge.
How people cope with it, how people live with it, I do not know.
Looking at the consiquences of each action of every man, there is alot more that can happen between every action in the zone.
All it takes is one bullet, and a story can end, or it can change, it can continue on.

Holy mother of god, I probably sounded like a fucked up Freedomer there, stoned out of his mind.
*A loud clash is heard in the background, the ambience of the bar goes silent.*

What in the fuck...

*An even louder clash echoes across the zone, making the ground beneath everyone and everything shake.*

Shit, blowout, time to get to cover.

*Click.*



<::Saved::>




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"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon


<::Enter user login::>

<::Login: Dragon::>
<::Password: *******************  ::>



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::Equipment::

    ::Weaponry::
Assault Rifle: N/A
Shotgun: N/A
Melee: Crowbar / Kabar
Handgun: Desert Eagle - ENGRAVED
Sniper: Dragunov SVD - ENGRAVED


    ::Armour::
Overcoat: Wehrmacht Officer Trenchcoat
Armour: Kevlar Inserts
Pants: Wehrmatcht Officer Pants
Gasmask: S-1 Gasmask /w Wehrmacht helmet
Device: Artifact Detector


    ::Misc::
Medical1: Medkit-0
Medical2: Bandage-0
Light: Solar Flashlight
Communications: AN/PRC-152 Type 1 Handheld Radio
Device: PDA


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[SAVED]

:// EXEC: LOG TYPER


...


[[ Well, fuck me.
Some loner found my SIG-550, I lost that thing at the swamps.
Bit late, I already bought an SVD to replace the rifle, anyway, where to start on such an eventful day.
Ok, we will start, faction base of defiance, in the bar with Jackal and Spark.

I finally had some decent time to relax, the term use it or lose it comes into play here, too many complications drive people to insanity in the zone.
I was in the bar, cigarette and a beer in hand, Spark was acting rather hyperactive and the bar was filled with music, it was perfect, for me anyway.

The colonel popped in for a visit, had a chat with Jackal, I greeted him, it's been some time since we have seen eachother.
Spark went mad, he was an embarressment to me and Jackal, I took him outside, told him a small story, thought he would belt up.
I generally, told him the idea of use it or lose it, relax or go insane, you need to blow off steam or you will go mad.

We went back into the bar, he grabbed one of Jackals vodkas before chugging it down in a mere 5 seconds, fucking hell, what the shit was wrong with him?
At the time, I had my gasmask off, my face was exposed unluckily, and he threw the bottle at the wall.
It shattered, and it sliced me right across the cheek, it was a rather deep wound.
Scratch one for scars.
Needless to say, he didn't keep his hyper attitude for long, he seemed scared at the moment, I cannot blame him.

I cleared the wound, but then he got hyper again when I lit a cigarette in an attempt to calm down.
He set a fucking table on fire, it spread over time, Razor had to pull it out and injured his hands in the act of doing so.
By now, I was rather pissed with Spark, this was supposed to be a good day where I can just relax, just for a day.

I scolded him, told him to get over his addiction to fire, as a last act, he blew up some gunpowder barrels of his.
It blew up the whole base, everything was ablaze in less than 5 minutes, and a blowout also fucked everything up.
It set off Jackals supplies, a bullet took my left ear off, left it in a damaged state, I think I collapsed and blacked out from the shock of the moment, it punched through my helmet and gasmask.

I remember awaking to a medic, he was treating me for the ear wound that I recieved, Im not going to go into detail on this part however, there is still more to cover, well, later, anyways...

A quick to do list:

  • Grab some medical equipment.
  • Relax.

Dasvidanya,
Dragon out. ]]


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"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Turkey

Imma pk him, Just because I  metagamed all the info off my characters

Dragon

Duly noted, Turkey.
If anybody wants me, I will be spending the next 30 days inside a hole.
:3
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon

#17
*An eerie ambience plays*

*A discarded PDA is found in the middle of nowhere, half buried, the battery registering half a bar left of battery, a heavy scratch marrs the back of the casing, as a text runs down the bloodied screen.*


I am, or was.. Dragon, the one and only to be in the zone.
Infact, maybe I still am, but rather an embodiment of what I once truly was.
I was like you, reader, once a sane person.
The zone, it is not what you think of it to be.
It twists reality to breaking point, but there is a select few of which it goes past breaking point.

I am one of those few, I fear by the time you have read this, the zone will have driven me to a point of near insanity, or worse yet, I will be within the clutches of the calm madness, eitherway...
Things are not looking good, if you know who I am, I suggest you avoid me in the future, the zone has shown horrors to me, and in those horrors, I see what might be a hope.

I am Dragon, I dubbed myself the name 'Dragon' because it reflected who and what I acted like, but I grew on the name more and more, sooner or later, my name was one of kindness, I had once helped rookies and other people develop into fully fledged stalkers.
I have lost too many a friend, I have revered it as a curse now, it is really getting to me.
My friends all meet their end around me one way or another with the zone.

Is the damnation of hell that is the zone really that cruel?
Maybe it wants something with me.
I will be keeping my alias and my equipment, but I will be starting a new, if you find this PDA, keep it safe, in hopes that the one day that I find it when in a state of madness, I will be able to recover to a state that I once was...


*Someone steps to the PDA, and unlodges it from the dirt, before wiping the screen and looking at it.*
"Hey.. My old PDA, I have been looking for this.", the person said before pocketing the device.

The person with the SVD and the Trenchcoat then walked off along the road, the small ditch of which the PDA once called a home becoming more distant.
On the arm of the person, a red armband with a Dragon Emblem stitched in had the name 'Dragon' below it.

[OOC: Probably confusing as fuck to read, but im going to update these more in the future.]
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon

#18


::Welcome Dragon::

::Open:Ae451.mp3::

::Opened.::

::Open Text Log::


Log FuckKnowsWhat:

For starters, I just had a terrible dream, and by god, I cannot comprehend a word that could possibly actually BEGIN to describe how bad it was.
Incase my ever-so-fuck confusing brain decides it wants to re-live a nightmare with no escape, then I will write up the details so I can read it whilst stroking my long, white curly beard.
I salute you, Future Dragon, unless you do not have a beard, otherwise I LOATHE YOU.

Right, details.
It begins in a room, yes, a room, full of junk and shit laying about, and immediately, I recognise three faces, I presume.
Those would be Mercy, Veronika and Hydra (Yes, for fucks sake, my ever so deceitful brain decided that putting my nemesis in a dream would entice me to kill him.)
This voice spoke out constantly, Mercy had a syringe, in which the end, he jabbed me with it.
Hydra and the other faggot decided to beat everyone with wrenches as well, holy fuck.

Then I started to cough blood whilst Mercy was apolagising alot.
It hurt though, as if I could feel myself burning away, but what I did feel, was the evil grin I held as I slowly died in my dream.
Then holy shit, I woke up with a spasm, I flung my cover over the other side of the room, grabbed my Eagle, then I just aimed at nothingness.

I fucking swear, my age is getting to me more and more nowadays.
I think that the old PDA I found may of been right, I may be getting crazy.
I yelled at a bloodsucker, warned it instead of finishing it off, it ran away.
I am changing, maybe to something more true or maybe for the worst.

Anyway, I bought some smoke nades.
Oh, wait.
Veronika, I met her afew days ago, saw her today on the rooftop of the complex, she fainted, she had a pulse but I pulled a dick move and left her.
She is a nice person.

I think back more and more nowadays, to find out who I am.
The concentration camp of the bandits really put a strain on my mind, they made me forget who I was and where I am from, a good slave does not ask questions they said.
It's so hard to remember, for fucks sake.
Maybe...
No, it can't be, I am turning this PDA off now, I am getting tired, just awoke from the dumb nightmare afterall.

Daskvidanya.
Dragon, out.


::PDA LOG SAVED::
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

darkzerxx

Now this Is a really good Ic log, I been reading though lots of peoples logs Dugs:"Stone" character logs is also good but this has a more realistic feel to it.
Ex-Duty-converted Monolith:|Draco 'Dice' stellem|Decease
Stalker/Trader:|Dracovich Raka|Alive
Eco:|Dr.Richard L. Vangraff|In zone
Stalker:|Scarler 'becca' Owen|Alive
Ex-freedomer-duty:|Levi'Fox'Krillen|Alive
Stalker:|Taylor 'trinity'|Alive
Sucker:|Hunter|Alive
Military:|Scarlet Stroik|alive

Dragon

Quote from: darkzerxx on 03-02-2011
Now this Is a really good Ic log, I been reading though lots of peoples logs Dugs:"Stone" character logs is also good but this has a more realistic feel to it.

Thanks, It's good to know I still have people reading my characters logs.
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon



Opening Log file: '414ARA-BQ4':




This is Dragon, I am out.

Closing log
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

El Presidente

I have to say Headcrabs, your logs have me hooked. You inspire me to continue my old characters logs which I've been too lazy to add on.

Dragon




::Welcome Dragon::

::Open:AD542.mp3::

::Opened.::

::Open Text Log::


Log How the fuck am I supposed to remember now?!

This is Dragon, alive and kicking.
I have saved myself a rather nice sum of 4000 Roubles, just finished cleaning my Dragunov SVD, it is still serving me well to this day, it's the perfect rifle.
I have received an assignment from #######, my work now is to ### ## #######.
I feel as if I can do my job well now, however, I may be at risk with a defector amongst the ########.

I have lost contact with Blade, I can only assume the worst, should he of died, I wish of him an easy death, for it holds more a paradise than the zone has wrought to anyone, it's hell up here.
I feel as if the zone has gotten to know me, but I feel as if I have not gotten to know the zone, as Blade explained to me, it has many a secret left to be uncovered.

I've been sat at my desk in my hideaway for the past two days now, been drawing to pass the time.
I like my pieces of art, they remind me of myself, at the most of the fact, it beats killing and suffering, those are sadistic pass times.
I will scan and save the picture to my PDA, before I stash it in my hideaway until further notice.

Onto recent events, I shot a Freedomer from afar with the SVD to aid the rescue of a friend, said friend is now safe, but I am yet to see him.
I am glad for his safety, and I am proud to have contributed.
I feel bad for the stalker who died when observing the situation from a rock next to me, bloody Freedom.
I retaliated by fucking the asshole over with the SVD, I confirmed a shot to the gut, before Orion swept and cleaned out.

Right, going to scan this Drawing then bugger off, I got some stuff on my agenda to do.
Der Dragon has left the building.
Daskvidanya.


::PDA LOG SAVED::

::SCANNER ACTIVE::

::Save: Artisticness.png ::
"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"

Dragon

#24


::Welcome Dragon::

::Open:FD142.mp3::

::Opened.::

::Open Text Log::


Log 1337

I am considering joining Orion Platoon, meet up with my old friends and kick ass together.
The Defiance has grown past me, I have not seen Blade for ages now, I am considering just letting it die.
I am on the hunt for a pair of bandits, Ceberus and Spanner are assisting me in doing so, I know everything about them and by the time I am done with the fucks, they will be dead.
Nothing takes from the Dragon without dying.

I assisted Orion in fighting off some bandits, the first time we tried we underestimated them, I squeezed off two fatal hits on both sods, but we lost our men in the field and I fled.
I waved the white flag and retreated and regrouped with those who survived.
Our second wave was fatal, they were offed in next to no time.
Ugh, what else happened today..

We covered robbery, killing shit.
Why the fuck am I logging this, it's just a normal day in the zone.
Oh, wait..
Yeah, I found out, 'Niko' has videos and sound files of teenagers and kids being fucked.
Im serious.

No, I am really serious.

You probably do not believe me, oh future Dragon or whoever the fuck may be reading this, but if it's someone else, I will probably kick your ass, or one of my friends will.
Anyway...
Spanner made constant CSI jokes, I hit him in the gut with my SVD and it didn't even shut him up.
Then he lit the bar on fire, because he juggled lit molotovs.

DEFINATELY NOT BEEN HERE BEFORE, RIGHT DRAGON?!?!
Shit happened, whole room burnt, me and Ceberus extinguished the fire and I dragged Andrey out of the room.
Uh..

A dutier came in, and I witnessed the most epic thing I have ever seen.
A bottle of cigarettes.

A.
Bottle.
Of.
Cigarettes.

Holy fuck, I could not believe my eyes.
It was awesome.
...
Am I high?

No, i've not been to Freedom for the past week or so, so I don't think so.
Anyway, I also got horrible mental images of two bloodsuckers fucking thanks to some guy I met who says he witnessed it, horrible shit.

Right, now to drive out those reoccuring images, I am going to go draw shit, drink and go to sleep.
This is Dergo-  oh fuck me , the backaspace keyis broken.
this os Dragon, signing off.


"Is it just me, or have peoples' hands been growing out of their asses lately?"