Ah, i vividly remember you now, your one of the few souls to walk with me into the valley of the shadow of death. In that delightfully gutrenching game we survived, i remember we both killed a man with axes, while he had a gun, desperately trying to kill us. He failed, suppose he was too horrified by us to aim straight. we killed him. and as we boasted about our great risk rewarded while looting the man he woke up... We killed him, again.

We had good times in the only real zombie survival game together, it was a pleasure serving with you in the original DayZ Mod. May your current passions be fruitful and indubiously successful my old friend.

beter

I may not remember you entirely i do remember you somewhat, perhaps a good friend long ago.

OH MY GOD I WAS THE LAST PERSON TO COMMENT ON THIS PROFILE FOR YEARS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.

>Peter88551 was 8
>He loved shrek so much
>He had many of shrek`s merchandise
>One day he broke his stealth while trying to snipe someone
>He prayed to shrek that the guy didnt see him
>But he did
>He shot Peter88551 in the ass
>Peter88551 lived but went to his tent
>At 12:00 AM shrek entered the tent
>Peter88551`s eyes lit up as shrek sat him in a position
>Shrek then proceded to penetrate
>Peter88551 let shrek fill his anus with love
>Shrek flew out of the tent
>Shrek is love, Shrek is life