Malarky (DayZ)

Any word one direct chat being fixed?

Me as well! steam name is itsMalarky -- hit me up!

i shall try this tonight....though i've only run into 2 people and none of them had direct. :(

Wow, thank you so much! I was so confused about the inventory, was slowly learning, and this just made everything snap into place. If i run into you in game, I'll give you a can of beans.

I shall keep my guys open for you. once i have some more time go actually meet up with some more survivors i'll jump into your TS and try to meet up :)

If a skin is to be implemented for behaving in a certain way, I think it should be implemented across the board for a number of behaviors -- adding a significant amount of depth to the game (medic skins, "guide" skins, "good guy" skins, bandit skins, etc). If having the bandit skin alone is causing trouble, scrap it and wait until later when you have the time to implement are more complete "skin" system. also, keep up the fantastic work.

Well, I heard about Dayz via Reddit's Project Reality subreddit (which...as the title suggests, gravitates towards "realism" games). Not a bandit. Only gotten the chance to play a handful of hours, and i'm loving it. Don't be too quick to generalize, those of us that heard of the game via reedit aren't all Meme-spouting, 15 year old sheeple. :)

Direct is broken? Is that why i was talking to someone and they didn't say anything? Or is the fact that he "Saluted" indicative of him not having a microphone?

I started on the coast completely new to Dayz, outside a town on the coast. Zombies are everywhere. I knew they were blind, so I began slowly making my way through the village. The moonlight periodically cast a shadow of a zombie, then another, then 5 more. Eventually I found myself crawling through the town, zigzagging through groups of zombies. Shitting my pants. Finally I saw some flares and then, just for a second, a flash of movement as another player ran past about 100 meters north. Suddenly I heard 3 shots, and saw at least 5 zombies running towards the sound. Minutes later the shots stopped and all I could see was a group of them, eating what was left of the guy. I ran in the opposite direction, eventually stumbling onto a road. "This is good," I thought, so I ran down the road until I saw someone tossing out flares. Bern. I try to call out to him, but he doesn't say anything. Just salutes and runs down the street, tossing flares recklessly. Suddenly 3 zombies run out of the woods and take him down. I checked his body, and apparently he'd used his last bullets on them. Before long, after crouch-running for what was probably 20 minutes, I came to a house. After taking a second to figure out how to work my flares i tossed a couple out to find one solitary zombie walking down the street in front of it. *pop* *pop*. 2 shots from the makarov and he's down. I start walking slowly towards the house, hoping for a new weapon or maybe some food, when suddenly my vision goes red and 5 or 6 bullets hit me. I turn around and return fire -- but it's too late, I die. It all took about a half hour, constant paranoia and nervousness and it was just some random PK who I was trying to tell I was friendly. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.