So I just started playing DayZ a few days ago. I'd been hearing about it for awhile and I'd finally gotten my hands on a computer strong enough to handle the game. Needless to say, my first few days were basically a cycle of spawn and pick one- getting chased and chomped or sneaking and getting blown away. But yesterday (3 Sept 2012) I had a change in luck. I was sneaking through an industrial area (I'm not too familiar with the towns to tell you where.), I had managed to find an AKM and three mags off of a hunting stand, but I had yet found a need to use it. Suddenly, I heard the familiar whup-whup-whup of what could only be a helicopter. Curious, and a little dumbstruck that someone had manged to put one together, I came out into the open. It was risky, I knew, but the chance for help was worth it to me. My gamble paid off... big time. In the span of the next few hours, I found out about Teamspeak and joined a merry band of survivors who were doing "rescue missions". We would go to the beaches when someone died and try to get them back to their bodies. We also have given rides to random players whom we've come across. This has only backfired once, and we lit the sonovabitch up with the side guns for shooting at us when we were offering help. All in all, I'm enjoying Co-oping with these new-found friends way more than Banditry ever could be for me. Thanks Pun, TaCo, and Dreco, you guys let me in and helped me out, faith in my fellow gamers: alive and kicking.