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@Skepic GATE was awesome at first, then it slowly became blatantly racist.

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GET OUT OF HERE STALKER

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Some music to listen to while waiting for everyone to arrive.

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Kiril Kuznetsov

Kiril Kuznetsov

• 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):
  
  • Kiril
  • Tracker
  • Forge
  • Scrap
• 𝐀𝐠𝐞:
  
  • 36
• 𝐒𝐞𝐱:
  
  • Male.
• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
  
  • Jaded, cynical, and slow to trust, Kiril prefers to work alone, seeing others as burdens to his work. He enjoys peace and quiet, and absolutely hates it when someone intrudes his privacy. Most of the time they would either get a warning shot, or when Kiril is just having a bad day, a bullet to the brain. He is motivated by money, which is why he came to the Zone in the first place. However, he also has serious psychopathic tendencies, and he is somewhat sadistic as a result. Often, he would capture a bandit or some wild animal and proceed to torture them to death, before throwing their bodies out. Despite his questionable sanity, Kiril comes off as polite enough but blunt to strangers.
• 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
  
  • Kiril was born in Yakutsk, Sakha Republic, Russia to a family of middle-class workers. His family had managed to avoid the destruction of Western Europe thanks to living far east enough to escape the blastwaves. His father was a mechanic, and his mother was a nurse. The two of them thought him their skills, although he seemed to be far more interested in the art of fixing things rather than healing people. He was already fixing broken appliances around his family home before he could even do basic math. Hunting was a favourite pastime of his father, and he would often bring young Kiril along, which he greatly enjoyed. At the age of nine he fired his first gun, his father's old Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle. It was more or less a family heirloom as it belonged to his grandfather, a Red Army soldier who had fought in the Second World War and had been lucky enough to survive it. In fact, he was one of the many men who participated in the Battle of Berlin, and proudly saw the tattered Nazi flag taken off and replaced by the glorious Soviet flag fluttering in the wind.
    
    Inspired by the acts of his grandfather, he joined the Russian Armed Forces. He had enough skill to become a sniper, and served in the military for five years, becoming a sergeant during that time, before he was discharged due to developing psychopathy after he was discovered torturing numerous animals, laughing the whole time. The cause of this development is unknown, such that even Kiril himself is unsure. With nothing to do, he wandered around Russia in search to find a job that suited his interests. Several years rolled by without any success, and his family had fallen on hard times. Desperate, he tried once more, and eventually came to hear of a location known as the 'Zone' in the battered remains of Western Europe. Apparently, it was good money finding old machinery and pre-war tech. The people who lived there were known as 'Stalkers', scavengers, more or less who made a living by hunting for old technology. Sure, there was a similar one in Chernobyl, Ukraine, but the Zone that had formed in Western Europe was much more recent, and as a result probably had better stuff. Besides, the entire region had been ravaged, and maybe even bits of old government secrets could be scavenged. Convinced that this was his true calling, Kiril suited up, used whatever money he had left to buy some gear and weapons, and headed into the unknown.
    
    The years spent surviving would prove to be hazardous, with bandits trying to take his head off and dangerous mutants wanting to eat him alive. As a result, he has become jaded, cynical, and extremely distrustful. However, he was still fairly well-known throughout the Zone for his legendary accuracy with his Dragunov, and his excellent tracking skills, earning him the name 'Tracker'. He also became to be known as either 'Forge' or 'Scrap' due to his mechanical skills, easily repairing broken equipment, and building improvised gear and parts from scrap metal.
• 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
  
  • Dragunov Sniper Rifle, with a muzzle suppressor. Semi-automatic sniper rifle chambered for 7.62x54mmR rounds. Comes with a PSO-1 telescopic sight. Effective range of 800 metres.
  • Makarov Pistol. Semi-automatic compact sidearm that fires 9x18 Makarov rounds. Interchangable with .38 ACP rounds. Weighs just 730g.
  • Spetsnaz Machete. Melee weapon used by the Russian Spetsnaz. Sharpened blade can cut through foliage and bone.
  • Spetsnaz Shovel. Also used by the Russian Spetsnaz. Used for digging trenches. Sharpened edge can cut through flesh. Good for throwing.

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch

@PentagonWhite I take it that you're still busy. If you want to drop out, then tell me.

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@ClocktowerEchos Meh, I've always wanted to go there. Always wanted to migrate there but then I realised that it'll probably cost quite a lot of money. As for @Verdaux, he/she/attack helicopter hasn't actually posted anything else here.

@Elgappa It's DRRC, the S was the result of a typo. Besides, the entertainment network is filled with ice hockey, maple leaves, and dudes getting impaled by moose antlers.

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@Dannyrulx Okay. Thought you were one when you started going on about Tim Hortons and poutine. I just decided to add in your suggestion of providing the Canadian company with Tim Hortons at the last minute.

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@Dannyrulx Are you Canadian?

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Damascus Robotics Research Corporation

^{"Seeking new solutions."}

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Somewhere in the vast snowy Canadian Rockies, a massive domed facility of glass and stone sat hanging over the mountainside, looking out towards the horizon of acres of pine trees and mountain ranges, the warm sun reflecting off the light blue lake down below. Conected to the dome were several helipads for helicopters and VTOL-capable aircraft to land, and at the back was a large runway, also hanging over the side of the mountain. Several flags fluttered at its entrance, a large road leading into what appeared to be the mountain itself, an enormous heavy-duty blast door set to the side and ready to be closed when needed. While the building looked rather impressive outside, it was even more so in the mountain itself. Built into the millions-year-old rock lay a vast network of tunnels that stretched dozens of kilometres long, ensuring that each and every room was connected.

This complex was, of course, the corporate headquarters of the Damascus Robotics Research Corporation, better known as the Damascus Corp., Damascus Robotics, the DRRC, or rather simply and embarrassingly, the Big D. It was a massive corporation that practically ruled all of Canada after the Great Collapse of 2031, when the global economy imploded and descended into chaos. Entire corporations closed down, banks went bankrupt, governments fell.

But from the ashes of the fires following the Collapse, the Damascus Corporation stood firm and defiant, refusing to bow down to the force that had abandoned the world: money. It ensured that Canada, the country it called home, remained vigilant even during the storm. Its advanced drone systems helped starving and angry citizens in every way they could. The drones gave out food, patrolled the streets and kept anarchy under control, provided homes for the homeless in the form of massive mobile shelters, and began funding the development of more advanced nuclear weapons.

Within a decade, Canada had been returned to its former glory, overseen by its new government: the Damascus Corporation. The Canadian citizens looked up to the company, ever loyal and grateful for the fact that it have salvaged the country and economy from the burning ruins of the rest of the world. After the Damascus Corporation had taken over, Toronto had officially become the new capital of Canada, the city where the corporation began.

Inside the building, in a large room with slanted windows all around, sat an ageing man in a fine suit at his desk opposite the largest set of windows. He was Joseph Adams, the founder and current CEO of the Damascus Corporation, the one who built and shaped the corporation to what it is today, the one who ran Canada. He sat on his comfortable office chair in his lavish but modern office, scrolling through the news projected on three holographic screens.

In truth, his office looked more like a living room than an actual office, with sofas and armchairs and coffee tables placed strategically around the room, and a large table surrounded by several chairs lay in front of Adams’ desk. The room was well lit, by the sun during the day and automatic mood lighting, and electric lights during the night and overcast days.

Each of the three holoscreens in front of Adams showed different things, the left one alerts, the right one charts and diagrams, and the central one news. Adams took in the data as he scrolled down.

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Canadian News Daily
June 11, 2049

Attack on EEC Headquarters, leaders killed, more than 900 dead

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Chris Lovasv
Head Reporter
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VATICAN CITY, ITALY — The European Economic Commission Headquarters was attacked earlier today in what may be the most daring terrorist act in recent times. According to officials, at precisely 8:34 AM local time, a bomb was set off in the upper levels of the building, before several more went off all around the city, destroying the building and killing almost everyone inside. Given the radius and placement of the explosive, it is almost guaranteed that everyone above the first two floors have been killed.

“I’ve seen blasts like these before in conflicts and uprisings that happened during the fall of the EU, except they were always by a single ordnance, not dozens.” Says the local Security and Defence Force (SDF) commander who wished to remain anonymous. "Whoever did this clearly had experience in planning; we vow to hunt them down with the help of the international community. Whoever did this, we will pay them back in blood.”

Multiple terror groups around the world such as the Red Orchestra in China and Europe Rising have claimed responsibility. A statement released by the former claims:

“We will cut out the cancer that you have forced people to submit to. The will of the people decries the corruption and taint you have spread upon the world with your wicked sins of greed and capitalism for opulence is sinful and we all pay for it. We, the glorious heralds of the Revolution, the Red Orchestra, are the voice and will of the oppressed made manifested! We will liberate Earth and eradicate any trace of your vile taint!”

It is of yet unknown if this group is truly responsible for the attack, only that millions have taken to the streets in Europe in a display of public outrage as security tightens.

With the remains of the European government now crippled and its economy in shambles, the world wonders how the region will react in the wake of this tragedy. The stock market having crashed once again, citizens fear that this is a repeat of the Great Collapse of 2031. The people would have to cope with the aftermath of the attack, even with relief programs underway. Local companies are asking citizens to donate to the victims of the attack.

Meanwhile, investors say that it is now a time to make use of this tragedy and invest in security and construction to assist in the rebuilding process. Experts say that stocks will become more valuable with vehicles, foodstuffs, and other products expected to see a small increase in the coming weeks. For those who specialise in these industries, it is now your time to shine.

Up next: Poutine sales reach a record high
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Just after he had read the final sentence, the double doors of the entrance folded open, and a younger man in a sharp black business suit walked in. His name tag identified him as Lucas Graham, Adams’ trusted assistant.

“Hit Squad Charlie Nine has reported in, sir. They have successfully taken out the leaders of the suspected insurgent group.” He reported in a voice as sharp as his suit. "The remnants of the group should be in shambles by tomorrow morning.”

“Excellent. Any casualties?”

“None, sir.”

“Witnesses?”

“Negligible.”

“Good. Tell them that they’ve just added some extra zeroes to their paychecks. Anything else?"

Lucas was silent for a minute. “Poutine, sir?”

“Not now. Just coffee would be nice.”

“Tim Hortons, I take it?” Tim Hortons was another company that had survived the Collapse, but just barely. The once powerful international fast food chain had been reduced to less than a dozen outlets around its headquarters in Oakville, Ontario. It was functioning at minimum capacity when the Damascus Corporation offered to purchase the business for a few billion dollars. The desperate heads of the food company, seeing no other choice, accepted the offer. Now, the company, just like the country itself, had been returned to its former glory, reopening international branches and dominating the fast food industry once again.

Adams gave a smile at that. “You know me too well, Lucas.”

As the assistant turned to leave, Adams spoke and called him back. “Oh, and Lucas?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Tell the DSS to ready up. We may have a new job opportunity.”

“Of course, sir.”

With that, Lucas calmly and politely turned around and walked out the doors, closing them behind him. Lucas gone, Adams went back to reading the news. “Now, let’s see about those poutine sales…”

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Alright, when I get my first post up, it may be slightly inaccurate. I'll be brief. I live in a tropical country right above the Equator somewhere in Southeast Asia that perhaps you may know. I've never seen snow in my life, so most of what I know comes from various images and stories. I’ve never been to Canada, the furthest I’ve ever been was to the UK. I don’t know what winter feels like, don’t know what snow feels like. Seasons are basically unknown to me. Don’t understand Daylight Savings, don’t know why you people have them. So if you spot those inaccuracies, then feel free to correct me.