NASARUDDIN PAWE

oke izin : tidak benar, saya sangat yakin dia menyerang saya duluan, rp tersebut baru dikeluarkan saat setelah menyerang saya. ketahuan 2 rp ya menyerang dan brawl, padahal di laporan awal disebutkan hanya brawl(yang menurut saya tidak benar), kemudian anggaplah pelapor benar benar rp brawl, kita tahu rp brawl harus disetujui kedua belah pihak, namun saya tidak membalas brawl nya karena saya terus diserang dan sambil melawan (rp defense), jadi yang seharusnya kita hitung adalah rp menyerang saja bukan brawl

baik izin, 2 poin penting menurut saya : pihak pelapor sudah menyerang saya beberapa kali sebelum rp. saya juga ingin sanggah yang katanya rp brawl, dia hanya rp menyerang.

1. tidak, saya hanya paka translate untuk membuatnya bahasa inggris 2. sudah font, size dan lain lain 3. tpemikiran sendiri 4. yakin

1. ya 2. Kurang dari 1 bulan 3. buat baru 4. tidak 5.tidak 6.dirumah

James Schrich James Schrich came into the world September 2nd, 1997, under flat skies near Calder Flats - a place stitched together around old factories that used to mean something decades ago. Not exactly broke, but never quite breathing easy either, the town limped along on habit and low-grade worry humming beneath everything. As a kid, he learned the look of peeling paint on chain-link, signs bleached by sun till they meant nothing, trucks rolling in at odd hours with no markings, doing their business then vanishing. His dad wore a badge for environmental checks, came back drained every night, clutching folders full of scribbles he wouldn't open up about. His mom worked occasional shifts at the tiny neighborhood library, slipping James volumes on lands so remote they seemed like dreams half-forgotten upon waking. There, among dusty shelves and hushed corners, he grew watchful - drawn inward, noticing how folks acted odd without ever saying why. Silence hung thick in conversations, gaps where answers should’ve been, yet nobody questioned them. The shutdown hit fast, gutting the core operation that once kept Calder Flats breathing. One by one, buildings sealed up like clenched fists, workers sent off into silence, no explanations given. What stood before as order now sagged under hushes and second guesses. His dad clung to a contract he couldn't talk about, retreating further each week, words thinning out like smoke. Meanwhile, his mom got let go when households started vanishing, houses going dark overnight. James picked up odd jobs - wiring, repairs, whatever paid next day - and stumbled on gaps in outdated soil records: figures mismatched, logs cut short, whole folders gone cold. Every time he tried to ask, replies came blurred - walls went up, doors shut. People drifted away, voices hushed. What once felt steady began cracking under weight no one named. He saw then: answers here are not found, they’re swallowed. James eventually saw it clearly - staying would mean living small, shaped by quiet dread. Carrying only duplicated pages, a threadbare bag, barely any will but enough to move, he slipped out of Calder Flats with nothing said. Roads led him past hollowed-out towns, each one limping along on rust and memory, fed by hopes that never quite landed. Night fell as he stepped into Los Santos - a place roaring with light, buzzing without care who walked its streets or why they’d come. Under flickering signs and tangled shouts, James stood still - fear tugging one way, hope pulling another. Los Santos might save him or wear him down; truth was, he couldn't tell. Yet something had shifted. For once, what came next didn’t hinge on truths buried before he got here. Questions Character Story Pertama: Yes Durasi bermain di JG:RP: Kurang dari 1 bulan URL Namechange: Account UCP yang saya miliki: JamesSchrich Account Forum yang saya miliki: NASARUDDIN PAWE Saya NASARUDDIN PAWE selaku pemilik account UCP JamesSchrich bersedia jika Character saya yang disebut di atas (James Schrich) dibanned permanent jika character story yang saya buat di atas berupa plagiat dari story milik orang lain.