I've not had any real interest to post on the forums, but after reading so many great stories. I wanted to contribute but didn't have anything of real importance happen to me in the past month of playing. Until last week. My first murder. You see....I'm all about survival. Live and let others live. But we all know that's impossible. I've never really liked the idea of killing someone who has been running for god knows how long and even possibly a new spawn with absolutely nothing to gain. Time and time again, I yell "friendly" which never seems to phase most of the people playing. Especially when you are fully equiped, gps, nightvision, pretty much a bunch of shiney objects that he wants. I met a man, he yelled friendly. I yelled friendly. We talked for about 5 minutes. Mid sentence, he takes an ak to my head. It sucks, but as they say "DayZ givith, and DayZ takith". My next two spawns, I died before I had a chance to pick up anything. Yeah, it was frustaiting.....all part of the game and all. I spawn again, I'm near the outskirts of Elektro. I find an axe and go straight to the grocery store. I go in through the back door. This time I'm creeping in slowly. I turned the corner, just as I saw a man. Backing up from the front door with his pistol out. I hesitate for a moment. Because a moment is all it took for me to realize. This guy has probably killed me and taken my stuff. "i'm killing this fuckhead" I said over vent. Just as my buddy asked "who?" I had already ran behind him and started hitting him over and over the head yelling "SURPRISE". Blood gushing from every wound I create, this man goes down hard. I hit him over and over until I was satisfied he was no longer a threat to me. I open my menu and start taking my new items I "found". My buddy over vent says "Are you reading this." He continues saying "yeah this guy over command chat is saying 'theres a zombie skin bandit in the grocery store with a hatchet' is that you?". I laughed as I said yes. As I walked off. i realized there were no flies. "he's still alive" I said over vent. Ran over to him and used my scroll wheel again. give painkillers give blood transfusion bandage wounds. This will not do I thought. Letting him bleed out would be too fast. A death is a death. "HAHAHAHA" I yelled over vent like a maniac. My friend asked "what's going on now?". I said "now i'm going to bandage his wounds. So not only does he have to wait until he wakes up from being passed out. But chances are his blood is low and his bones are broken. He will have to crawl everywhere". He immediately battle logged. I waited for him, but he didn't show up. I ruined his last Dayz gaming experience and probably his evening. I still prefer to just keep my space. :o
