RoKBoTs

Death by buggy doors and entrances, that's the only time I feel rage. When that happens I have to step away for a few hours...

Indeed, private hives with decent admins seems like the best way to go. My "centrally" connected character was hacked within days after starting to play the game and hasn't been the same since, odd stuff when I finally manage to connect. Though, some good came out of it, I found these guys who run a great private hive http://bmrf.me/vbforums/forum.php

I play Dayz because of the unpredictability of its participants and the non-involvement of the game to restrict or influence player behavior in anyway. This allows the DayZ world to create feelings that are unmatched by any other "game". For example, my latest experience: Last night I was playing on a night server, I had just survived a horrific zombie attack in Pusta Nycta where I passed out during the attack for a bit but was able to get away and eventually bandage myself. I was extremely low on blood, my vision was badly blurred and I was shaking every now and then, add to this that it was dark making it ridiculously hard to see. I could of just given up, I thought about it, I thought about letting a zombie finish me off but what would be the fun in that? No, I was going to live, I was determined to do so. So in the direct communication channel I started asking for help over voice. Getting no response I started to make my way on the side of the road from Pusta to Electro. Every couple minutes I'd ask for help stating I was friendly and in need of a blood transfusion, I had my own blood bag in my inventory at least. After about 30 minutes I get to the point where I see a few buildings and what looked like a warehouse, I could see the coastline as well. Knowing I was highly likely to encounter other humans and Zeds I lay down and start to crawl toward the buildings and warehouse. Again asking for help as I slowly made my way. My gut told me the warehouse was my best bet and as I made my way there at long last I was answered with an eerie "Yes, me, I'm near". The hair on my neck shot up, I knew I'd either be at full health or dead soon. I tell him what I need and that I was friendly, he says he only has a flashlight. I asked myself if I should believe him but what choice did I have? I'd have to trust this participant with my 2 day survivor's life. We met in the warehouse, its dark but I am able to make out a flashlight in his hands. I point my sniper rifle at him; he freezes and doesn't move. I tell him not to worry and that I wouldn't be shooting him. I drop the blood bag on the floor and humbly ask him to begin the transfusion. In my head I see him pulling out a gun for a point blank shootout but it doesn’t happen, he begins to administer the blood transfusion. At this point I feel a high sense of satisfaction, this was a victory, my patience and resolve had paid off. Eventually my vision came back and the shakiness settled but it was still very dark, even darker in the warehouse because the moonlight was blocked. The participant who had helped me disappeared without a word; I thanked him but got no response. At this point I knew I should have left but for some reason I stayed in the warehouse in one of the corners reviewing my inventory. A few minutes later I fall to the ground, someone had slashed me from behind with a hatchet and now I'm bleeding with a broken leg. Everything I had just gained was gone; now I was in a fight to survive. On the ground the attacker comes to finish me off, my heart is pounding and I only have a split second to react. I turn around, fire my rifle and hit the attacker, he falls to the ground and starts to barrel roll to the left trying to avoid being shot again but after a few rounds I make contact and kill him. However, a zombie had heard my first shot, it was now attacking me. Great, I had survived that psycho hacking human but I knew my situation had just gotten worse. I try crawling away but the zombie continues its ravage attack and suddenly I die. Game over, the joy I had experienced was short lived, now replaced with anger at myself for staying in the warehouse when I knew I shouldn’t have. Still, that was an awesome experience that created real emotion and feelings that no other game has. This is why I play Dayz.