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guys i agree with you, especially on that "unexplainable" stuff. However, if you check dayz stories subsection, you will find usually 1 against something stories, and on other hand i think awesome stories like one from Derpy would be much more appreciated on "stories" section. I MIGHT have misunderstood word "urban legends" in title, i wasnt thinking of it as "i am legend...wait for it...dary", i tought of it as in "crocodiles in sewers" - urban legends.

guys this stories belong to "Day z stories" sub section. There , they would be much more praised...just sayin. Good stories tho.

if people only tried to fit into mindset of a game, a lot of thing would be clear to you QQ-ers. Here is solid argument: every single of those things exist in real world. Dunno about you but if zombie outbreak would happend i most certanly would try to find nvgs and everything that will help me make trough night. on other hand, no1 would ever play night time serv w/o NVGs.

only reason i kill on sight is that i got shoot in back by some people i trusted...and loot ofc :D

hello guys, i made account just to share my story with you. So lets start... I made char and i have been playing on it for a 20 days . My knowlegde of game was minimal and i was playing like it is reality, meaning that i was sneaking around so much that snakes started to envy me and i stoped speaking with snails a long time ago. My every move was well calculated and well tought of. My skills as far as getting all the good stuff was getting better and better every single time i played this game. Sheer thrill of sneaking around zombies to get to that beans raised my adrenaline to mountain tops. Their sound, their statue...everything in me was yelling "get out, run fool run...", but no, i was not going to give in to pressure, i was going to make it. So as the days passed i started to get bit confident and i was raiding NW airfield on daily basis ( BTW for the new guys that read this stories and forums, you can go buck naked there and get some serious gear, only thing you need are nerves - i made mistake of getting everything i could before going in and waste tons of time). After some time i got pretty good gear and i was unstoppable. There, at that moment, i decided to get tent which i found relativly quick in Elektro w/o getting killed. Placed tent back at NW air (still no1 found it) and started to stack it with all the goodies i could find. Not long after my tent was containing all the awesome weapons of the game, i even managed to find most rarest of weapons in game. For l85a2 i had to kill some dude...wouldnt do it otherwise but he was at "i'm going to kill you" position and scaning for me once he saw me going to the bushes..his bad he didnt managed to pay attention as i snuck behind him and delivered sing .50 cal to his head - a bit of a overkill but i had to do it :D. So after all my stacking and getting some serious eq, which could equip small detachemnt of any army (didnt had nvg only) i started to go bit wild as far as killing zombies goes....my kill count sky rocketed in 2 days from 400 to 800+ easily. I was unstoppable.....so i tought. One time on my raid of NW airfield, which, by now i know blindfolded - by night - playin with one are while feeding dog with other - drunk and on amfetamins, i , the unstoppable one - made HUGE mistake. As i finished clearing firestation i heard gunshot, since i'm not old player i tought it is from m4 or something like that. My other mistake was that i'm too kind as a person i usualy help people by giving them weapons and ammo and whatever they need...we are surviving we should do so....i'm such a fool. So, back to story, i left firestation just to find that one cant stop bullet with his head - loud gunshot - i'm on floor with that "you are dead" sign coming up 1 sec after that. - "Crap, ah well at least i got my tent stacked as hell." yeah right. after my healthy jog of 821631 minutes to my camp i finnaly reached my destination only to find my tent bugged out and apsolutly nothing inside..NOTHING. It couldnt be that someone raided it, it was full!! For raiding my tent, which was in forest where dinosauruses rode, one would need freakin' plane carrier...there was nothing in....nothing. -"____________________(insert curse words here)". - " i must go on, suck it up, wipe your tears and press on." i was telling to my self. After few days of gathering gear and everything else i was back on track. This time i knew how this game works and had no probles with hacking zombies with hachet untill i got weapon. So here i am, again with good gear (except weapon which was good but not top end) grinding NW airfield. -" Cultus...firendly?" message pops up. -"yea dude?" i saw one survivor close to me. -"no need to shoot me then" -"ofc mate, wanna team up" i said. -"sure!" so here we are me and my friend going trough NW airfield like delta force...killing zombies getting loot. Oh, i forgot, i told him where i droped my previous gun since he was with ak-74, which we didnt managed to find. On numerous occasions i gave him some stuff he neded and we were like pro team collaborating and stuff. -"lets go to Devils castle?" i said. -"sure mate" he replied we started to move to mentioned location when we saw it.....a UAZ!!!!!! fully functional and rdy to roll, in the middle of forest. We applied some pro tactics get to vheicle got in and was happy as hell. In it we found a lot of gear and 2 tents. After we went trough Devils where we found nothing but stone walls we were talking about making camp. We found awesome location and made it happend. Moved all the items from UAZ to tents, made fire, took SS :D and *pop* a dude just logs in infront of me. -"friendly?" -"yes" he replied -"this is our camp, if you want to help yourself please do so but i'm asking you to help us stock it so we can all use it when needed" -"thx dude but i'm playin with friends and wont be needing it" i was good guy, i maybe still am. I was writing on chat all the time that we can offer help in items and medical supplies and gennerally being good guy, i even got some positive feedback on my behaviour. After that we part our ways and me and my friend went to NW again. Once we arrived in our faithfull UAZ we started to move to barracks...some cans, ammo, ak, nothing much...I head to the hangars and after checking one i started to walk to my buddy which had some connection issues. *BLAM* headshot...i'm dead...again. but this time i had a "friend" who will watch over my gear untill i come back. next 30 mins i spent in running back just to find that my "friend", with who i did all the cool stuff, looted my corpse and hid it after which he ran away....can you immagine how pissed was i....even some dudes on chat were trying to help me with tips on how to find my corpse...nothing, i found nothing. now here i am grinding my ass off again, but with one difference.....i'm gonna shoot every single survivor i see on sight now, i'm tired of being nice and trusting people...if that's what it takes i'll be that "idiot that shot me". moral of story: dont trust ANYONE (...who you dont know irl:D) cheers and good luck