Hello.

Since my ban in January from DayZRP I was granted with the rather unfortunate circumstance of being homeless. Not in the sense of actually finding a place to live, but rather, a server which to play on. I tried Final Days. I tried New Dawn. I tried DayZ Down Under, DayZ Underground, and After Zero. But nothing quite hit the spot. I thought that, for the rest of my time playing this (rather shit) game, it would have to be on dumb public servers with no roleplay to speak of. That is, until I found Infected.

But what does that have to do with me?

DayZ roleplay formed a large part of my life for the time that I played there. It consumed most of my free time and even some of my busy time. It didn't just stop when I logged on and off. Roleplay got me in a certain kind of way - I'd find myself, doing some stupid task assigned to me at work, half doing it while my brain thought of new internal RP events my group could do, new video ideas, or fresh stories to add to a group or character. Nothing else can quite do that the way that it did and still does.

Being banned forced me to take a step back and take stock. I don't play DayZ Standalone, I realized. The 2400 hours in this game are DayZ roleplay, and there is a big difference. Why would I let petty in game rivalries take that away? Why would I test my luck or say dumb stuff when it could end just how it did - with me being removed from those 2400 hours?

When I got Heinrich's fat "you are banned," message, I was forced to take stock.

In a discord channel with my boys, we discussed options. Some suggested a mass-RDM attack, a forum tendie wave, and all sorts of other mischeif. I told them not too. Frankly even though I'm gone I want this community to succeed - that's what I have wanted from day one, believe it or not - and everything I've done (memes aside) has been in pursuit of that goal. Youtube videos promoting the server. Inviting twitch streamers to come play. Creating groups that are above the standard rank and file and making this server unique, and what it was always meant to be - better than the community from whence it came.

Most of my steam freinds were in some way or another connected to DayZ, and it was really telling who stuck with me, playing with me on other servers and so on. And most of them weren't the guys I founded Pamyati or the Commune with, but random people who I had run into in game who had enjoyed my rp and were sad to see it go. The best example of that would be Tally Cat and Frosto and Lyaria.

I did test my luck, as much as I hate to admit it. Looking back, while everything I did was within the rules, I really hugged that 'grey area' between wrong and right. And I think that was my mistake. I should never have risked it. Too much to lose, not just for myself, but the community as a whole.

I could be salty. I could throw a temper tamtrum, I could do all sorts of the dumb, immature things that other people did when they left the server. Instead, I'm trying to come back - to be an adult about this. To swallow my own pride and take the blame for my own fuck-ups (there are quite a few!). If that doesn't speak to what I'm really here for I don't know what does.

With that being said, I hope you see this appeal for what it is - a sincere and wholehearted attempt to come home.

Cheers,
Sheldon Fischer

Vasily Stepanovych Kolchak
Stefan Sedlacek
Stefan Syrovy
Alex Riley
Allen Cooper
Vaclav Cernik