Slappy the Cut Throat

Word of advice. Be patient.... become very very very patient...

I was a bandit on a friendly server doing to most inhumane things to other players like breaking their legs and dropping a morphine almost 500meters into a city full of zombies. One day I came across a man in game being surrounded in the barracks by zombies and out of ammo. In lift my mk a cog take them all down. It was parculiar considering I had no urge to kill him but to savehim. We went to north west aAF together where I saw a bandit being chased by zombies and without hesitation I took him down proceeded to find a chopper to respond to an sos call at balota AF I found a guy with a broken leg and low blood shooting off zombies near a downed chopper. I ask him to turn around till I got close and began to heal him pain killers morphine etc. I had all these items cause I had a tent at prude lake and the dam to cross between looting air fields. Needless to say I have done these deeds in one day and after healing random survivors I became a hero and had not had to urge to kill anyone else besides bandits and other hostiles... because this game needs hero's.

Ain't no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant and third world by immortal technique

This one time I ran into an innocent looking Bambi with no weapon and he gave me his beans cause I told him I was hungry. We teamed up for a bit running to cherno and he would just not stop talking.... I mean yak yak yak yak yak yak YAKYAKYAK. So I shot him in the legs with a revolver and let the zombies have him.

My story is a bit different than others and even more gruesome to how fast things can turn chaotic. I play on a friendly server as one of their only bandits out of a group of two or three. It all started when the admin was doing pickups for new players to the server. It was myself and 10 other people including another to become bandit rival I used to have. As we all were driving in a osprey i believe its called? Another chopper took down our Rotor assembly and that's when things went from bad to worse. As the chopper quickly lowered in altitude I knew what was going on considering the engine turned off, the other new players either had no idea what happened or didn't notice. I ejected along with what I saw around maybe 5-6 people? I hit the floor safely along with the others and what seemed to be a flying truce quickly turned into a bitter end. After the initial explosion of the chopper i hear gun shots within the 200 meter range.. alot of them. It was like going into NE airfield with 50 + players. What was once a peaceful sanctuary in the forest soon turned into a brutal slaughter free for all. I began to run towards the crash site, it must have been near 150 meters, the shots whistled past me several times still don't know how i wasn't gunned down in the run, probably because of the other players too busy shooting each other and I was getting out of the kill zone. I run towards one of the bodies near the crash site, luckily enough the guy had a dmr i was able to pick off his body. I notice someone else next to me looting the same corpse, he grabbed the g17. He stares at me for a moment noticing i have the dmr and tells me to drop it.... i refuse. The gun fire broke the silence of the forest after the intial fight for survival after the crash. He got the jump on me firing first, couldn't say how many rounds.... considering i still had the upper hand it usually takes one dmr bullet to kill you.... so i fired 5... he was more dead than a box of fried chicken... although he did quite a number on me. I wish i could say it was quiet after that... but the sound of flies filled my headphones as the peaceful meadow soon turned into a mass grave. I grab the g17 off of his corpse when I realized my skin changed.... a turban wrapped around my head. I walk through the meadow only to spot a man crawling away from the killzone... it appears he has broken his leg in the intial fight, crawling through the wilderness unarmed and no hope of survival. I stare down the lines of my scope only to present him with a quick death only to find a zombie running towards the corpse to get his feed... no morphine so I couldn't save him if I wanted too, besides why ruin the zombies meal? Even though what I did was act of survival, I suppose it was the bandit life for me... i hear on the local chat a group of survivors survived the crash was in a town close by. Engaging them head on didn't seem wise considering i was passing out every minute from the blood loss. I followed their broadcasts to a small town in the distance, they were scavenging for supplies. On the way there I hunted for a boar to regain some blood to prevent me from passing out. I lurk in the forests stalking them as they ran through barns and hordes chased them through the streets. I try and use the element of surprise. I lingered with patience, from what i saw i was guessing 3-4 survivors total, maybe 2 or 3 of them were armed with standard weapons from their find. I wait patiently as i see one actually running towards my direction with three zeds running after him... it seemed almost too easy, i capped him as the others began to follow to help him out. I'm assuming between all the gunfire they used to cap zed my intial shot didn't seem to affect any of them considering the amount of commotion they were causing, until one of them realized one of their team mates dropped from no where. I managed to cap off a second survivor after the first giving them no time to react to the situation. However the others got away behind a building as I waited for 5-10 minutes with no movement I figured he logged. It's funny how the peace broke after the order was disrupted... what was once a treaty among survivors on a friendly server quickly turned into a battle of greed, blood lust, betrayal, all is fair in love and war.