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Story for some additional tears:

I play on a DayZ-Roleplay-Server. One of my friends there was playing a simple man, a janitor. He was a good man and wandered through Chernarus, on his own cleaning up the mess of the apocalypse. Until one day when one of the infected attacked him, and, in self defense, his broom broke in half. He tried to fix it with some duct tape, but he wasn´t a carpenter and so the broom was useless. And as the broom was useless, so was he. One day he found a wrench and thought to himself: "Maybe I´m a better plumber!" But he sucked at plumbing.

And so he spend 3 months searching the houses of Chernarus for a new broom. He was too old to find a new calling. But nowhere there was a broom to be found. It was as if they all had magically disappeared.

I saw him the last time around Kamensk. His skin was wrinkled and burnt by the sun. He had seen and survived all the world´s horrors, but his spirit was broken. He just glanced at me, than his eyes went back to searching and he asked: "Have you found it?" - "No, I´m sorry."
He turned away, hiding his tears, and walked away along the street.

Please help him :´-(