The Tremor brothers are a group of Psychotic speed freaks who all come from the same Trailer Trash meth head mother. Each of these nut jobs has a different father who range from criminals to junkies to straight lunatics. Darwin is the eldest brother. He is by default the leader of this bunch if you even consider them leadable. His brothers listen to him and he is as mentally unstable as they come. Darwin can be extremely cold and calculating but that part is rarely seen. When he is with his brothers this group is a box full of grenades without the pin. The brothers started off beating and robbing kids at school before they were expelled. Then they went on to auto theft, liquor store robberies, and carjackings. The Tremors were caught and arrested for multiple crimes and were sentenced to 30 years in federal prison. On the way to their sentencing the Tremors convoy was ambushed. The ambush was set by their other 2 brothers and a younger cousin which no one ever knew about. Once they were back on the street the Tremor brothers escalated to murder, arson, contract killings and downright terror for hire. It got too hot for them in the United States and they were unable to get the weapons and explosives they needed for their ongoing reign of terror on the world so they decided to take a trip to eastern Europe and the old Soviet Block countries. The brothers went through the Balkans and Russia before ending up in Chenarus. They were in Chenarus when the outbreak started and the chaos that ensued after was like they won the fucking lottery. The Tremors thrived on the chaos, robbing and stealing everything they could get their hands on. They set fire to towns, gunned down entire safe zone camps and generally wanted to watch the world burn. They set up base in an industrial complex in Novo and were living large with guns, grenades, vehicles, and all the ammunition a psychotic asshole could ever hope for. About three months ago the industrial complex was overrun by a giant horde of walkers and the Tremor brothers scattered. Darwin’s whereabouts were known to be in the Severograd area where it has been heard he has taken an entire apartment building for himself. You will know the building by the bodies of live walkers hanging off of the balconies being used as a makeshift alarm system. Jeeves was last seen in the Stary Sobor area driving a bus covered in barbed wire and metal plating with bodies of the dead and undead impaled on steel poles all over it. Lester's last known whereabouts was in Cherno by the docks. After that, we are not sure where he is. The last place he was seen was left a towering inferno that burned every building in that area to the ground. Napoleon, Daryl, and Jeb “aka Baby Boy”are the brothers and cousin broke them out,they haven’t been seen since the horde attack but are thought to be somewhere in the Stary Yar area.
These guys are used for that suicide-style, kamikazee shit with alot of smoke and alot of noise. They’re speed-freak, anarchist assholes who read and recite Mein Kampf like it was Mother Goose. They’re meaner than shit, they’re dumber than hell, and these motherfuckers will go megaton at the drop of a hat!
We are the strength of Chernarus. We are the strongest and refuse to be outlived by the infection. The weak will not survive and are seen as nothing but a waste of resources. Their supplies of ammunition and food cause be better used by the strong, by us.
We know everyone even if they don't know us. We use our strengths and minds to thrive.
We are who we say we are and we will achieve what we aim to do. The Hive does what it needs to do to survive.
We originate from a few people the first of The Hive were Eloise Blake and Amwolf Jäger. Amwolf was stalking survivors in Chernarus. Amwolf was on a daily information collection when Eloise ran into him. He immediately reacted with his training and tried to fit a personality to stay undetected. Despite this she didn't care and asked him to “Fuck off”. Amwolf continued to study individuals across Chernarus and after a while he started to notice that Eloise constantly changed to whoever she wanted people to see her as, which is what Amwolf has been trained to do though his parents in his work. So he approached her and they agreed that there similarities will work very well so they actively went out collected info and acted on this (mostly Eloise with her violent chains)
Further on after slowly working well together and earning large amounts of trust they ran into a man, whose name was: Humphrey Clutterbuck. He looked conflicted but had a turning point somewhere that they knew would be an easy exploit for them when they needed it.
* We do not rob and run. If a settlement member robs someone then there must be some roleplay involved.
* We share with our settlement. There will be no ‘this is mine you can’t have it.’
* Anyone going OOC or breaking server rules will be shot and a report will be filed.
* We do not invite people we do not trust into the group.
* We do not give out our settlement location to anyone who is not with us/trusted.
* Being trusted by us does not grant you safety. Should a roleplay reason arise for your extermination it will be put to the settlement leader and vice leader. If approved then it will be roleplayed out.
* We do not horde. Do not take what you do not need.
* We do not waste food. We save, store and take food from the weak.
Recently i have been noticing a steep decline in the player base of the server and i was wondering if there was some way we could maybe counteract that. maybe get a few streamers on the server, maybe some youtubers.
i am unsure. but i am willing to support this community through the upkeep of my semi daily journal entries and the likes to keep you folks entertained.
Posted by: greenman - 03-23-2017, 09:11 PM - Forum: Other Games
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hay guys just thought id let you guys know that i have a blackwake server its brand new for a new game if you would like the password then message in pm with your steam name ill add you to the group and give you the password i hope to see you all out on the sea and look forward to maybe shooting you with a big black boom ball
The meeting will start off with some issues that we want to address and also to answer some questions that have been coming up a lot recently. Everyone is more than welcome to ask whatever questions/put forward any ideas they have and we will answer them the best we can.
If you can not attend then you can inbox myself or Glegan with any questions/ideas you want bringing up. This is short notice and I am sorry about that but the following Saturday we are unsure if the staff will be available and the following Saturday there is a server event.
Today, I extend my heartfelt goodbye to our friends Watchman and Welsh, who have been icons in the community for mediocrity and in some cases, perverse material. It goes without saying, this community addition will be missed. I'd like to take some time to commend their actions prior to their departure; I remember when Welsh had a fantastic RP with us which involved him glitching into our base, despawning tent items and leaving it in disarray, then being an upstanding example of a dodging-questions-like-we-played-a-pickup-round-of-ultimate-frisbee. As for Watchman, I had a fantastic time being the one to bring him and the crew gear following a KoS incident on them, only to be fucked over later in game, which really made me feel justified in my kindness.
I'd also like to take a moment to give a shoutout to their minions, mostly comprised of people who can't be older than 16 and already storing their balls in another man's purse, individuals like RavPlaysDayz, iRemiix, Vedix_, iiHarrii and at least 10 more with names resembling a scene girl on Myspace in 2005. I look forward to the day when their independent thinking skills surpass that of a sardine that literally lives its life mirroring the fish swimming next to it.
In fact, I think I'd like to write them a poem!
Watchman sits atop his basement step, weary His boy servant RavPlays raises a query He begs to the taller men, 'aye, may we troll?' For let's all be real, they've never seen a vag hole.
And one, and two, three all banned While fistfuls of others too tasted that hand Perhaps it was fun, or reminders of father But they came back for more, like wooden spoon fodder
And as Twitch mods stood, wielding the sword, The kids' first sip of spirits was through the umbilical cord They think that they're edgy, but really just dry I wish them the best, though I enjoy when they cry.
Consider this a formal farewell, and may your traveling hurt less than the fathers that beat you over knocking over their meth jar.