Sovereign
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This is the property of Sov "Sovereign" Ereignchenko
If you are reading this and I am dead you are forgiven and if I live,you shall die. Such is the rule of honor.
*Folded inside the cover is a Chernarusian Passport with Takistani Stamps and a business card*
Takistan Passport Application Form- #312756
Name- Sov "Sovereign" Ereignchenko
Nationality- Chernarusian
Language Fluency- Chernarusian,Kamysh,English,Taki,Altian
Gender- Male
Age- 33
Religion- Devil Hydra Cult
Marital Status- Widower
Occupation- [REDACTED],[REDACTED],[REDACTED],[REDACTED],[REDACTED],Ballroom Dancer
Business Card- https://www.dropbox....usinessCard.png
Experience- 19 Years
Looking For Takistani Work Visa- No
Explain why you would like to come to Takistan- I was pressed into the Chernarusian Independent Militia at the age of 16 when total war broke out in Chernarus. Over the next 5 years I gained combat experience with my AKM "Sucha"(Bitch) and in time was given command of second squad based in Kamyshovo near NATO held territory where I learned English with an American accent. The war ended when I was 21 as the country became forgotten and destabilized as world powers pulled out to leave it descend into the depths of hell as the mass numbers of dead now walk the earth.
For the next ten years I worked as a mercenary traveling the world with the only skill set I've ever had until I met Naima Imad. Hired as security for her journalist group covering the "Cannibal Warlords of Liberia" where I had a bad experience with a spiced kebab that was not beef as advertised, we spent the next few weeks working very closely together attempting to escape the country during which we grew close and I learned of her Takistani heritage. When given the opportunity we bribed our way onto a freighter bound for Altis as her camera man who was filming the weapons shipments on the dock was captured thrown into a windowless van and never seen from again,but his tragedy turned distraction was our opportunity to escape.
On Altis I planned to settle down and have what normal life I could. I discovered the island was a territory of the United Kingdom and ended up working the salt flats mining and filling Zamaks for Altis Trucking LTD. Then the economic crisis came and riots took over the major cities. Refugees went to the chapel cave of Agios Panagios for sanctuary and Naima went there to interview them,the ever inquisitive journalist she was.
She was followed by the police and when they arrived they claimed the refugees were rebels for "Why else would people hide from the Mayoress of Kavala?" Not heading the words of my wife or the priest who was trying to keep them safe. The police began making unjustified arrests and some refugees started to run. That's when the police started shooting indiscriminately. They slaughtered everyone in the area...including my Naima.
When I heard the news I went there myself to see if the rumors were true. They were worse for they had desecrated the corpse of the priest who's skull still remains in the chapel to this day. When I went there the rebels had already come and gone. I spent the night going to sleep to the sound of my own screams as a dream turned into a nightmare as Naima turning into a puddle of blood as I tried hug her. In the blood puddle I saw a redlection of myself and heard a whisper of Naima's voice say "Ahmar Muat" which means the Red Death as I woke up screaming.
In the following month I developed a heroin addiction to cope with anger,depression, and falling asleep to the sound of my own screams and waking up to the sound of my own screams in a torrent of despair. In desperation I robbed the Pyrgos Bank(It was later moved to Agios Dyonysios for safety purposes.) with a 9mm rook pistol and nothing to lose. Two police officers responded and one said "You don't have to do this." trying to coax me out,but I knew better of what kind of men they are. When he opened the door to breach I dumped a full mag into him and watching him fall into the building without even setting a foot inside. I then reloaded and relocated into a nearby shed. The second police officer came in from the other door not facing the shed,so I waited. I heard his foot steps and in a moment we were facing each other in the glassless window. It was a race to the trigger and I was faster. I picked up his Rahim and the money from the bank and drove away in my hidden quadbike.
In the middle of a field many kilometers away I relished in the rush and had never fealt so alive. What I fealt was vengeance and it fealt good. I passed out in the euphoria with no screaming. Wyhen I woke up I was in the middle of a pile of money with a dead rabbit in my mouth. I stood up with my sack of money and spat out the rabbit. I was then startled by a voice "You got a taste of the Killer Rabbit didn't you?" Still looking around I noticed a snake at my feet. "Why hell-" I then began to beat it furiously with the sack of money until I thought it was dead. I then got on my quadbike and decided never to do heroin again. So I discovered cocaine which turned out sold for alot of money and attracted the attention of the rebels.
I was invited on a rampage of cocaine fueled madness relishing in revenge and the mass amount of wealth cocaine and violence brought me while purging the police who the Altian rebels fondly referred to as foreign oppressors,bastards,rozzers and pigs. I grew more twisted as time went on for I realized that inflicting revenge upon these foreign oppressors was the only way to cloud out memories and pain.
One day at the cocaine processors I was tazed in the ass and restrained. On the death march that followed I discovered the police worship the devil and upon speaking further I discovered that the snake hallucination was in fact a head of the Devil Hydra talking to me. I knew that clearly the police were all insane and I was doing them a service killing them in highly obscene and terrifying unspeakable ways inappropriate for being added onto this document. Thus after this conversation with the murderous madman who called himself a police officer I began worshipping the Devil Hydra in prison on.
In the following months I spent my time with a rebel faction known as the Bone Reapers and horrifying the public with my acts of grotesque revenge in the UK occupied territory of Altis. A revolution occured splitting the country in half and over time everyone went there seperate ways as new foreign police and rebels came to the island. I had heard from the foreigners that the United Nations had re-occupied Takistan. It occurred to me that while the gratuitous violence was satisfying it did not do Naima's memory the justice it deserved. With this news and a greater knowledge and experience of fighting foreign oppression on Altis I decided to go to Takistan. While I have past ties with NATO who are a partner with the UN I intend to bring peace to my lost Naima's homeland one way or another and hope I'm half the man she ever wanted me to be.
Case Worker Review Response-[REDACTED]
Takistan Federal Application-[DENIED]
This will not stop me...
Page 1
It has been 2 weeks since I left Altis and I'm sitting in an old,dusty and cramped covered Zamak going across the desert outside the charted maps in what I've taken to calling "The Nothing". I like some others are being smuggled into the country to Bastam or Falar. I chose a truck destined for Falar to bypass the UN checkpoints more easily as Falar is farther south away from UN patrolled territory. I've been passing the time by talking to a man named Farid who wants to own a truck shop near Rasman. I thought he was going to pass out from the heat,but it turned out he needed medication. I have not even arrived in the country and I can already see the people here are desperate and deprived.
Page 2
I've arrived at the open market of Falar,it is a small and unimpressive place,but it is nestled well into a well traveled intersection of the main valley. I've wished Farid well and began my ascension to infamy once more. Thankfully I've taken the smuggler's map when he wasn't looking so I can see where all the illegal areas are marked as well as the legal ones. I don't think the smuggler will be missing it as he will be missing within the next hour when a little "gift" I left under the rear axle of his Zamak explodes. The hard bastard takes everything he can from the immigrants. The new arrivals are more poor here than the Altians.
I bought a backpack,some tactical bacon,a few bottles of water and a quadbike. I set off immediately for the cocaine fields. On the way I met the exiled dictator General Fozzadeen arguing with a peasant to prostitute himself for a peach. The man seemed like an unstable loose cannon,but as a UN member appeared to the disturbance I discovered he was a skilled gunman. Let's just say that the UN member won't be walking right or bothering anyone,especially his wife anymore.
I was going to attempt to convince the General to come with me to saturate the narcotics market and provide the wealth necessary to battle the UN,but he stopped me mid sentence and said "You had me at cocaine." So I recruited the General to my cause and learned a catchy song that repeatedly uses the word "motherfucker" ( http://www.takistanl.../10-intro-song/ )
Page 3
Along my travels I discovered a weed field near the cocaine processor and deeply questioned why it wasn't used,then quickly ignored it when I discovered that my recently bought Tempest Device has a radio in it. Surprisingly it only has one song on it. Even more surprisingly Farid from the Truck shop somehow managed to get a bomb in the Tempest Device to mine resources by consuming fuel. I have a strange feeling when the fuel runs out it explodes as technology is not know to be reliable in this region.
I later met two men in Bastam near a beautifully tiled Mosque freshly arrived to Takistan praising their god. One of their names was "Exile" a nickname I presumed since he had a light Altian accent mixed in when he spoke Taki. The other one did not tell me his name,but I believe it was Brat. It is just a theory as though something was looming in the air or as Exile would put it "Wisdom from Allah!"
I spent the day showing them the country from the Taki Jokes souvenir shop and Wilco Mansion home of the dicator and UN puppet Wilco. This includes the disturbing paintings and the orgy room. When we arrived in Feruuz Abad the pair wanted to test their faith up atop a minurat tower. Exile fell and Brad floated "Held up by my faith in Allah!" until he fell unconscious. Stricken I went back to Bastam to mark their names on the local billboard,but met them near the garage in a very beaten up Black Skoda. "Our faith kept us alive,but I've lost my hat...and a testicle."
I then invited them into my Ifrit to continue the tour and along the way I showed them the oppression of traffic laws the UN has implemented with their checkpoint. We descended upon it and interrogated a very tight lipped man pointing for seemingly no reason. I shot him in the leg and he didn't flinch or scream. "Allah must have cursed this infidel!" I then scoffed at the UN member for one of his comrades attempted to give me a ticket for speeding in a school zone. (There are no educational institutions in Takistan. That is also why there are so many plane crashes.)
I then brought them to the terrorist shop where they began to worship their god once more by firing Kalashnikovs in the air while screaming "Allahu Ackbar!" (God Is Great!) Brad then passed out in the back of my Ifrit from praying to hard I've been told. So I took Exile to go with me to sell Heroin and get him started on the funds he needed to fight the United Nations.
Page 4
I have been informed this morning that "Brother" Exile has become a collaborator with the UN and intends to become a translations operative for the security forces on patrol. It hit Brat pretty hard. "I should have known his faith in Allah was not as strong when he fell from the tower. It was a sign!" I later had a chance to talk with Exile and he said his faith in Allah was not as strong that night when I had to go to sleep. I told him I should have stayed at his side. He said I needed to rest. He now stands in my way. I've shoved a cored out pineapple filled with dynamite up an foreign oppressor's ass before and I will again. Now in this land I will only rest when I am dead or the world is free.
Page 5
It has been some time since I've seen anyone besides Farid and Fozzadeen. The last time I saw Fozzadeen though he was chasing a rabbit into "The Nothing" of the desert. I've taken Farid and one of his trucks and filled it with jerry cans of fuel and water we siphoned from the radiators of abandoned cars. The drought has caused the south of the country to die and it is creeping to the north. The UN has already pulled out as people struggle to survive...cowards. I'm leaving with Farid to travel the nothing and make it back to the coastal towns out of Takistan.
Page 6
It has been 8 days and supplies are running low. I think we've become lost and Farid is going mad from his lack of medication. I don't like how he is eyeing what little is left of the water supply. The dust is choking our breath and flies just buzz around him as he mumbles not even talking as our throats are bare and he stares off blankly into the vast nothing. I tire of this desperation.
It is night now and I've made up my mind. I made it quick and painless. I cut his throat and he only twitched. I put a bucket under the flow as I solved this delirium. I shall drink his blood to quench my thirst and be able to use the water supply left for myself as now there is only one body to maintain. It is true this man was my friend,but my heart grew cold long ago when Naima died. The only light in the world when darkened wings wrapped themselves around me. I have no regret or remorse for my actions and I will not hide behind survival as an excuse. I've calmed my mind here in Takistan and will return to Altis when I hit a coastal town and bribe a freighter. I will return to Naima's resting place and beg for not my salvation,but that of Altis. These people are not beyond hope,but they are mislead. I must prepare and plan on my voyage back across the sea. There is only one certainty in my life and that is that I will never see heaven. As for my return to power in Altis?
Changes will be coming...soon.
Original:
If you are reading this and I am dead you are forgiven and if I live,you shall die. Such is the rule of honor.
*Folded inside the cover is a Chernarusian Passport with Takistani Stamps and a business card*
Takistan Passport Application Form- #312756
Name- Sov "Sovereign" Ereignchenko
Nationality- Chernarusian
Language Fluency- Chernarusian,Kamysh,English,Taki,Altian
Gender- Male
Age- 33
Religion- Devil Hydra Cult
Marital Status- Widower
Occupation- [REDACTED],[REDACTED],[REDACTED],[REDACTED],[REDACTED],Ballroom Dancer
Business Card- https://www.dropbox....usinessCard.png
Experience- 19 Years
Looking For Takistani Work Visa- No
Explain why you would like to come to Takistan- I was pressed into the Chernarusian Independent Militia at the age of 16 when total war broke out in Chernarus. Over the next 5 years I gained combat experience with my AKM "Sucha"(Bitch) and in time was given command of second squad based in Kamyshovo near NATO held territory where I learned English with an American accent. The war ended when I was 21 as the country became forgotten and destabilized as world powers pulled out to leave it descend into the depths of hell as the mass numbers of dead now walk the earth.
For the next ten years I worked as a mercenary traveling the world with the only skill set I've ever had until I met Naima Imad. Hired as security for her journalist group covering the "Cannibal Warlords of Liberia" where I had a bad experience with a spiced kebab that was not beef as advertised, we spent the next few weeks working very closely together attempting to escape the country during which we grew close and I learned of her Takistani heritage. When given the opportunity we bribed our way onto a freighter bound for Altis as her camera man who was filming the weapons shipments on the dock was captured thrown into a windowless van and never seen from again,but his tragedy turned distraction was our opportunity to escape.
On Altis I planned to settle down and have what normal life I could. I discovered the island was a territory of the United Kingdom and ended up working the salt flats mining and filling Zamaks for Altis Trucking LTD. Then the economic crisis came and riots took over the major cities. Refugees went to the chapel cave of Agios Panagios for sanctuary and Naima went there to interview them,the ever inquisitive journalist she was.
She was followed by the police and when they arrived they claimed the refugees were rebels for "Why else would people hide from the Mayoress of Kavala?" Not heading the words of my wife or the priest who was trying to keep them safe. The police began making unjustified arrests and some refugees started to run. That's when the police started shooting indiscriminately. They slaughtered everyone in the area...including my Naima.
When I heard the news I went there myself to see if the rumors were true. They were worse for they had desecrated the corpse of the priest who's skull still remains in the chapel to this day. When I went there the rebels had already come and gone. I spent the night going to sleep to the sound of my own screams as a dream turned into a nightmare as Naima turning into a puddle of blood as I tried hug her. In the blood puddle I saw a redlection of myself and heard a whisper of Naima's voice say "Ahmar Muat" which means the Red Death as I woke up screaming.
In the following month I developed a heroin addiction to cope with anger,depression, and falling asleep to the sound of my own screams and waking up to the sound of my own screams in a torrent of despair. In desperation I robbed the Pyrgos Bank(It was later moved to Agios Dyonysios for safety purposes.) with a 9mm rook pistol and nothing to lose. Two police officers responded and one said "You don't have to do this." trying to coax me out,but I knew better of what kind of men they are. When he opened the door to breach I dumped a full mag into him and watching him fall into the building without even setting a foot inside. I then reloaded and relocated into a nearby shed. The second police officer came in from the other door not facing the shed,so I waited. I heard his foot steps and in a moment we were facing each other in the glassless window. It was a race to the trigger and I was faster. I picked up his Rahim and the money from the bank and drove away in my hidden quadbike.
In the middle of a field many kilometers away I relished in the rush and had never fealt so alive. What I fealt was vengeance and it fealt good. I passed out in the euphoria with no screaming. Wyhen I woke up I was in the middle of a pile of money with a dead rabbit in my mouth. I stood up with my sack of money and spat out the rabbit. I was then startled by a voice "You got a taste of the Killer Rabbit didn't you?" Still looking around I noticed a snake at my feet. "Why hell-" I then began to beat it furiously with the sack of money until I thought it was dead. I then got on my quadbike and decided never to do heroin again. So I discovered cocaine which turned out sold for alot of money and attracted the attention of the rebels.
I was invited on a rampage of cocaine fueled madness relishing in revenge and the mass amount of wealth cocaine and violence brought me while purging the police who the Altian rebels fondly referred to as foreign oppressors,bastards,rozzers and pigs. I grew more twisted as time went on for I realized that inflicting revenge upon these foreign oppressors was the only way to cloud out memories and pain.
One day at the cocaine processors I was tazed in the ass and restrained. On the death march that followed I discovered the police worship the devil and upon speaking further I discovered that the snake hallucination was in fact a head of the Devil Hydra talking to me. I knew that clearly the police were all insane and I was doing them a service killing them in highly obscene and terrifying unspeakable ways inappropriate for being added onto this document. Thus after this conversation with the murderous madman who called himself a police officer I began worshipping the Devil Hydra in prison on.
In the following months I spent my time with a rebel faction known as the Bone Reapers and horrifying the public with my acts of grotesque revenge in the UK occupied territory of Altis. A revolution occured splitting the country in half and over time everyone went there seperate ways as new foreign police and rebels came to the island. I had heard from the foreigners that the United Nations had re-occupied Takistan. It occurred to me that while the gratuitous violence was satisfying it did not do Naima's memory the justice it deserved. With this news and a greater knowledge and experience of fighting foreign oppression on Altis I decided to go to Takistan. While I have past ties with NATO who are a partner with the UN I intend to bring peace to my lost Naima's homeland one way or another and hope I'm half the man she ever wanted me to be.
Case Worker Review Response-[REDACTED]
Takistan Federal Application-[DENIED]
This will not stop me...
Page 1
It has been 2 weeks since I left Altis and I'm sitting in an old,dusty and cramped covered Zamak going across the desert outside the charted maps in what I've taken to calling "The Nothing". I like some others are being smuggled into the country to Bastam or Falar. I chose a truck destined for Falar to bypass the UN checkpoints more easily as Falar is farther south away from UN patrolled territory. I've been passing the time by talking to a man named Farid who wants to own a truck shop near Rasman. I thought he was going to pass out from the heat,but it turned out he needed medication. I have not even arrived in the country and I can already see the people here are desperate and deprived.
Page 2
I've arrived at the open market of Falar,it is a small and unimpressive place,but it is nestled well into a well traveled intersection of the main valley. I've wished Farid well and began my ascension to infamy once more. Thankfully I've taken the smuggler's map when he wasn't looking so I can see where all the illegal areas are marked as well as the legal ones. I don't think the smuggler will be missing it as he will be missing within the next hour when a little "gift" I left under the rear axle of his Zamak explodes. The hard bastard takes everything he can from the immigrants. The new arrivals are more poor here than the Altians.
I bought a backpack,some tactical bacon,a few bottles of water and a quadbike. I set off immediately for the cocaine fields. On the way I met the exiled dictator General Fozzadeen arguing with a peasant to prostitute himself for a peach. The man seemed like an unstable loose cannon,but as a UN member appeared to the disturbance I discovered he was a skilled gunman. Let's just say that the UN member won't be walking right or bothering anyone,especially his wife anymore.
I was going to attempt to convince the General to come with me to saturate the narcotics market and provide the wealth necessary to battle the UN,but he stopped me mid sentence and said "You had me at cocaine." So I recruited the General to my cause and learned a catchy song that repeatedly uses the word "motherfucker" ( http://www.takistanl.../10-intro-song/ )
Page 3
Along my travels I discovered a weed field near the cocaine processor and deeply questioned why it wasn't used,then quickly ignored it when I discovered that my recently bought Tempest Device has a radio in it. Surprisingly it only has one song on it. Even more surprisingly Farid from the Truck shop somehow managed to get a bomb in the Tempest Device to mine resources by consuming fuel. I have a strange feeling when the fuel runs out it explodes as technology is not know to be reliable in this region.
I later met two men in Bastam near a beautifully tiled Mosque freshly arrived to Takistan praising their god. One of their names was "Exile" a nickname I presumed since he had a light Altian accent mixed in when he spoke Taki. The other one did not tell me his name,but I believe it was Brat. It is just a theory as though something was looming in the air or as Exile would put it "Wisdom from Allah!"
I spent the day showing them the country from the Taki Jokes souvenir shop and Wilco Mansion home of the dicator and UN puppet Wilco. This includes the disturbing paintings and the orgy room. When we arrived in Feruuz Abad the pair wanted to test their faith up atop a minurat tower. Exile fell and Brad floated "Held up by my faith in Allah!" until he fell unconscious. Stricken I went back to Bastam to mark their names on the local billboard,but met them near the garage in a very beaten up Black Skoda. "Our faith kept us alive,but I've lost my hat...and a testicle."
I then invited them into my Ifrit to continue the tour and along the way I showed them the oppression of traffic laws the UN has implemented with their checkpoint. We descended upon it and interrogated a very tight lipped man pointing for seemingly no reason. I shot him in the leg and he didn't flinch or scream. "Allah must have cursed this infidel!" I then scoffed at the UN member for one of his comrades attempted to give me a ticket for speeding in a school zone. (There are no educational institutions in Takistan. That is also why there are so many plane crashes.)
I then brought them to the terrorist shop where they began to worship their god once more by firing Kalashnikovs in the air while screaming "Allahu Ackbar!" (God Is Great!) Brad then passed out in the back of my Ifrit from praying to hard I've been told. So I took Exile to go with me to sell Heroin and get him started on the funds he needed to fight the United Nations.
Page 4
I have been informed this morning that "Brother" Exile has become a collaborator with the UN and intends to become a translations operative for the security forces on patrol. It hit Brat pretty hard. "I should have known his faith in Allah was not as strong when he fell from the tower. It was a sign!" I later had a chance to talk with Exile and he said his faith in Allah was not as strong that night when I had to go to sleep. I told him I should have stayed at his side. He said I needed to rest. He now stands in my way. I've shoved a cored out pineapple filled with dynamite up an foreign oppressor's ass before and I will again. Now in this land I will only rest when I am dead or the world is free.
Page 5
It has been some time since I've seen anyone besides Farid and Fozzadeen. The last time I saw Fozzadeen though he was chasing a rabbit into "The Nothing" of the desert. I've taken Farid and one of his trucks and filled it with jerry cans of fuel and water we siphoned from the radiators of abandoned cars. The drought has caused the south of the country to die and it is creeping to the north. The UN has already pulled out as people struggle to survive...cowards. I'm leaving with Farid to travel the nothing and make it back to the coastal towns out of Takistan.
Page 6
It has been 8 days and supplies are running low. I think we've become lost and Farid is going mad from his lack of medication. I don't like how he is eyeing what little is left of the water supply. The dust is choking our breath and flies just buzz around him as he mumbles not even talking as our throats are bare and he stares off blankly into the vast nothing. I tire of this desperation.
It is night now and I've made up my mind. I made it quick and painless. I cut his throat and he only twitched. I put a bucket under the flow as I solved this delirium. I shall drink his blood to quench my thirst and be able to use the water supply left for myself as now there is only one body to maintain. It is true this man was my friend,but my heart grew cold long ago when Naima died. The only light in the world when darkened wings wrapped themselves around me. I have no regret or remorse for my actions and I will not hide behind survival as an excuse. I've calmed my mind here in Takistan and will return to Altis when I hit a coastal town and bribe a freighter. I will return to Naima's resting place and beg for not my salvation,but that of Altis. These people are not beyond hope,but they are mislead. I must prepare and plan on my voyage back across the sea. There is only one certainty in my life and that is that I will never see heaven. As for my return to power in Altis?
Changes will be coming...soon.
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