LaurenDanger

Imagine if you will, an old Russian woman, all in black, hunched over, speaking at you in her broken English... I been to mountain. Only one times. I no go back. What I see, cannot forget. Haunt me still. Sometime. You know why it called GREEN Mountain in your English? It because if you green, if you know nothing, then GREEN Mountain will get you. Gust of wind and somehow you step over rail up the radio tower? That is long way to fall. morphine no save you then. Better pray for wings to grow from back. That's more likely than surviving the fall. The dead know you face is green and belly is yellow. They smell that fear that all newcomer have when they dare venture to mountain. They find a way in. They swarm tiny entrance to tower and follow you up ladder. When gun is empty and you too tired to swing axe, you no need a gust of wind to push you. You gladly slip over railing and fall, welcoming the cold embrace of the ground below. They no want you when you dead. They only like chewing on warm guts when you still alive, when you still can scream. I say no more. Memory of what I see after that is too much for today. Come back tomorrow. Maybe I tell you then. Maybe I die in my sleep. Who can say?

I play with the female model. Is it boring? Yes. Is it annoying that I can't use the camo or ghille? Sure. I spend most of my time in first-person view, which is probably why I keep sticking with the female choice every time some moron decides a bullet to my character's skull is the best way to say hello. Hello, friends, double tap caps lock to chat, not the left mouse button. Sigh,

I never bother to worry about how it is supposed to work. Doing that damages my calm. And I do like my calm the way it is. :D

SKS with a semi auto mode, and a melee mode with the bayonete. That might be a bit tricky but hey, that would be a fun gun addition and it would fit various themes. But before there are new weapons, I am sure other things need work. This isn't Borderlands 2 with the promise of a bazillion guns or anything. But a few new handguns and new ammunition types couldn't hurt!

Of course! Some of us are, well, real. No voice changers, no games, no tricks, just ourselves, ladies who like the video games. We do enjoy the comedy posts as well.

I'd play it as a local host singe player or co-op game, sure. I enjoy Borderlands, so it makes sense for me. Top down? I have tried enough free iPad apps that are top down or pseudo-3D top down and I never get far. Clunky controls and fights get repetitive and boring. Many of us have a fondness for Wasteland and Fallout 1 and 2 but we have better engines and graphics for PC games and top down won't quite cut it. Opinion given. For whatever it's worth. A smile and a nod, most likely.

Grass fire, or crash, or what? Do explain the context of the pret flames bursting across the screen. :)

Temporary fix? He about replace the dead soldier models with body bag models. Change the colour to grey, as if it is a blanket draped over a corpse, and go from there. The ambiance is maintained with bodies strewn everywhere, but since I haven't seen the body bag models mess me up yet, I'll guess a swap should work while the bug is looked at. It's a compromise that works. The carnage of the zombie infection and mass death remains evident, but the Artifact issue is replaced with something easier to process. Just change the image associated with the dead soldier files and away you go. Sure I make it seem easy and I know that it isn't that simple, but there's usually a solution to a problem that makes most people happy. This might be one of them.

They're pathetic, lowly people who can only enjoy life through the misery of others. In real life, they have no hope of being anything good,, so they live off of our misery. But for me it's not misery, this is a game, some zeros and ones, some electrons bouncing about to create current and enable information. At the end of the day, hackers are useless and have no power. I respawn, keep playing, and I don't care. I was just part of a hacker attack server nuke. I logged in, spent a minute looking around from my hiding spot along the coast, and then a bus dropped next to me from nowhere, and a guy comes out, pointing his rifle at me and telling me to get on the bus. I ask where we're going but just get told to get on the bus. I never make it on the bus, because suddenly we're at the NW airfield, there's an explosion, and everyone is dead. I respawn and I am near Cherno, so I start gearing up again. Of course the number of cows around the fire station makes me pause, so I decided to log out for a bit. No more AK74U, all my tools and survival gear and med supplies are gone, and I am now vulnerable with a few minutes of scrounging leaving me with one morphine, three bandages, an axe, and a 16 slot backpack. Oh, I have a can of soda. I've been shot in the head twice and server nuked this weekend, each time losing a lot of hard scavenged gear with players stalking me and zombies trying to rip me apart. And in the end, I'll just do it all again because hackers cannot physically hurt me or interfere with my life. Sure they can wipe out the server and spawn gear in a game. Can they spawn money in bank accounts? Spawn cars in real life? Drop the real life version of me from a hundred feet? No? Then who cares. They're powerless. They're nothing.

Sidestrafe and sacriel, and for the new Lingor map I have been watching HybridPanda. And Psisyndicate vids are pret good. For someone very mellow who hasa fabulous "if I die, I die, oh well" attitude, JCLC. Not every one of his vids has commentary, but those that do teach things as well as entertain and even relax.

I managed to play with my settings and reduce the impact of some artifacting, though that trip to Balota to try and find some 9mm ammo turned out to be a firefight I lost with a ghille man. Damn slow smoke grenade throw. Not everyone is avoiding the airfields I guess. But you are right, most snipers are near electro. Tried to help a real newbie after spawning again near Electro, and we lost sight and sound of one another. I was getting geared pretty quickly when a silent, single shot whizzed into my brain and that was that. It was a pretty shot, but come on, I only had a pistol! Wankers.

There's plenty of ammo for your basic three pistols and three primary weapons. Giving someone the gun without the ammunition guarantees nothing stupid will happen and you won't have to kill the person you just saved. It's the best way to help unarmed people and if they're relatively new, it helps them be a bit more careful with the new noisemaker.

It is a tough game with a steep learning curve. But hang in there, and don't worry about dying. Starting out is just as much fun as having good equipment and running all over the map. Z key is your friend. Crawl often and you'll be okay.

Is there a place that might provide more spawns than others? May e I am picking the wrong servers, but I am trying to help the newbies and so far, not finding them. Makes me want too go outside and play with swords instead. Play? I meant practice. Putting that aside, glad I am not alone in my desire to help, though maybe jealous that others are so much better at it.

That's it I have a plan now that I am a moderately successful solo survival girl and I call it Firepower to the People. Let's see what happens when we try to give pistols to new spawns. Not ammunition, mind you, just whatever extra firearm I can find. Makarovs, M1911s and .45 revolvers. If I don't find anyone, I'll place it an area new spawns might come across without risking the major cities. I left a nice M1014 and some ammunition in a lighthouse earlier. Newer players tend to go to these places while learning, so what a nice surprise. I don't know anything about recording but if I did I'd try and film me as I chase down unarmed players to sneak a pistol into a backpack. After 26 days of surviving and not finding any vehicles, the hunting animals, killing zombies and avoiding players has become dull. If I die, I die. I'm good enough now to get basic gear pretty fast. Snipe if you like, be a bandit, kidnap and torment, blow up churches, hey that's all fine. Me, I'll be cutting barbed wire and handing out little noisemakers, on random servers of the pacific and western time zone variety. Firepower to the People. My silly little way to keep DayZ exciting.

Admittedly, this has been tricker than planned. graphical artifacts make things troublesome, of course, and I spent an hour wandering around from Kanmenka to Balota, and I didn't see a single spawn. The server had payers, was in a day cycle despite the time, and I saw people die. No spawns. The Makarov and AKM in my pack take up valuable space, and even if I do find a tent, I read it won't save items until it's been placed for at least one server reset. I'll still keep trying, even though my play time is down to about two to three hours a week now. I guess it's back to Cherno to hunt for tents and avoid being shot in the head!

DayZ is a story, and your survivor has washed up on the shore. Gun, no. Empty water bottle, yes please!

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had turned down the assignment and never come to Chernarus. Bloody Chernarus. Why did our company's geologists find oil off the coast of that damn republic? I don't mind Russians, or former Russians, but damn, this was no place for a woman to sign on when the world was about to end. Not that I knew some plague would throw us into a chaotic world possessed by seemingly dead shells of people intent on cannibalizing the living. Before that, it was just a three-month job that had a bonus bigger than a year's salary, in a place with good hiking, good cafes and a lot of fun watching McGee, the lead engineer, try and out-drink the locals. To be fair, the company tried to get us out. After being locked in the camp for two days, watching news reports of riots all over the globe, seeing a journalist torn apart as a cameraman dropped his gear and fled, I had trouble sleeping. I still do. Yet I finally had a call come through the satellite phone, and the boss back in Cow Town said the chopper was on the way, and we were to get on it. It was a chance to go home. Whatever happened, if we were to die, at least we could try and get across the Pacific. I'd rather die in my own bed, or near my own family, I told myself. There was no question about getting on. The local workers were staying at the camp, barricading themselves in, and we left them most of our supplies. We didn't care, we were going home. There were other helicopters out there, and I saw two jets flying low near the coast as we cut west. "Balota," the pilot shouted to us as he moved us a bit closer to the ground. "Plane there, get you home." After that he was shouting into his headset, angry or scared, I couldn't tell which. We had flown in through the main airfield up north, so the little I knew about Balota didn't make things better. It was small on the map, so what would be waiting for us? But as we headed past the place we called Electro, we could see the smoke billowing up. Riots? Worse? Another city fallen to the madness of this mysterious plague, but we didn't care. We were quiet, holding on as the pilot made his bird jolt around columns of hazy black that threatened to block our path. I remember that the pilot began swearing a lot. I had learned a bit of Russian in the month before I left home, and the month I was here, and I knew this was bad. That's when he put that chopper through moves that would make a cosmonaut nervous. Pitching down, swinging back, shouts of "Hold on, friends" in his heavy accent as he almost turned us upside down. I remember the glimpse of something else in the air. Jet? Maybe. After that there was a rattling and an explosion from behind. The door was ripped open. Gomsi's harness was shredded and flapping in the exposed air. There was no sign of Gomsi anywhere. I knew I was screaming, swearing and wondering what I could do, but the cacophony of air and fire and whirling blades stole what hearing I had left. We were spinning, smoke was filling the cabin, and the world beyond was a blur that began to fade as dizziness punched through my skull and into the pit of my stomach. I remember the thud, the crunching, that impact on the ocean's surface. It broke the blackness in my brain, but only made my panic worse. Water rushed in, and the cold chill stung at me, almost crippled me. Fingers fumbled as I undid my harness, and I reached for McGee's straps as the water pushed over our heads. It was getting darker. I wanted to breathe but I didn't even know where the surface was. My chest wanted to rupture as I fought to keep my lungs full. I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. I felt the rush of air bubbles against my face, saw that slight glimpse of McGee's face as he found consciousness and screamed at our fate, another image that I still see most nights when I close my eyes. Never before had I seen fear like that in anyone's eyes, but sadly, it wouldn't be the last time, as I know now. I let go as my vision found only a black pit glancing back at me. I tried to think about the training we went through. Everyone assigned to a rig team goes does it, even if you'll only scout a bare spot of ocean before you job is done and you go home to leave the engineers to the hard part. We all learn how to escape the helicopter. I remember that burning pain in my lungs as I broke the surface, the twilight falling low over Chernarus to greet my eyes, the glow of fires and haze of smoke blurring it all no matter where I looked on the coast. That first breath of air was one of the best things I had ever experienced. But sometimes I think I should have let myself drown. The shore I woke up on the next morning, the one I must have found in the night as I burrowed under a bush and curled up on that warm spring evening, was even worse than the one we had tried to escape. The acrid smoke stung my nostrils, the bits of ash in the air stuck to my hair, and the haze that cast a vile gloom over everything inland. I should have walked back into the ocean. Smart people barricaded themselves in their homes, content to die a slow, peaceful death. Smart people rushed security checkpoints controlled by soldiers so they could be gunned down and die quickly. Smart people opened up their veins and let life slip away, or let themselves drown in the water despite the terror of being sucked into the cold embrace of the dark. Instead, I did was I always did. I did what made employers and friends praise me, and opponents wonder. I refused to give up. It's been twenty-six days since we crashed, twenty-six desperate and agonizing days since I alone survived of the eight member geo-survey team eager to escape this bloody place. Most of these moments have been spent on my own, but am I ever really alone? I can't tell anymore, as I fight to keep living in a land where the infected shamble like corpses fresh from the grave, vigilantes try to enforce their twisted sense of order, brutal bandits roam the cities and highways, and of course, there are the few holding out, scared survivors like myself who just want to find a place to be warm, dry, and live a little bit longer. So I wonder what would have happened if I had turned down the assignment. I'd probably be trapped at home, in a city of over a million people, dead or dying, or I'd be one of the infected, dying on my feet, seeking to feast upon the raw flesh of the living. At least here, if I refuse to give up, I might have a chance. That's the only thing that's kept me going, That's all that can keep anyone going when society ends. Hope. I still have it, and I will not give up. Besides, today I found a few pens and a notebook. Maybe one day, someone will read this and realize what we went through as we tried to put our world back together. I hope it has a happy ending.

Since we're talking about heroes, I'd like to mention Otis, my DayZ hero, who on my second attempt to play back in May rescued me. with a helicopter. While I was being chased by eight zombies and bleeding out. He and his friends landed, gave me blood, and let me work the machine gun as we went for a ride. I was no one, a supreme noob who only knew the basics because of YouTube, yet he rescued me anyway. How can I ay as a bandit or otherwise terrorise the players with a start like that? Great topic to share, Sula, and way to go to all who have helped you.

I know, it's very ironic. I only seek to give them pistols. There's no point in providing bigger weapons with harder to find ammo. With the pistol damage downgrade, I think you'll be safe from anyone I arm, and so far that hasn't been many. Maybe spare the noobs with no weapon, or a hatchet or Makarovs? Just shoot some 50 cal near them and they'll run. I know I do! Ahhhhhhh!

We can dance if we want toooo.... Normally when you vapourize a hacker, the server gets nuked in retribution. I am glad that didn't happen and that you were able to shred the guy. Also, thank you for leaving alone the unarmed spawns. It is appreciated. :)

This world. This world is infected. It's not just those shambling husks of former humanity, either. Those still alive in the sense of warm blooded people are infected by a madness. They kill one another, sometimes without provocation. They gloat over their victories, and all I can do is sit by, huddled in the bushes, hands clammy as I grip my rifle, wanting to look away but unable to do so, wanting to fight for the fallen but greatly outnumbered. But it cannot be this way any longer. Humanity cannot be snuffed because of this. Whatever has afflicted those zombie-like people is a shame, but those who remain need to wipe them out, to secure ourselves, to go on. Without community, without society, we are no better than the animals we claim to be above, and I have seen it. Can I do anything alone? I would hope so. How do you fend off the seemingly undead and the bandits? It becomes a time for guns, a time to use force. So as I sneak and scrounge, as I struggle to survive, I will do what I can. I will slaughter the infected, and I will arm the innocent. Our society is little more than a gun-ocracy now,, and all we can do is vote with our bullets. I will do what I can to ensure everyone has a way to cast those votes and survive in this new society of terror. I will bring Firepower to the People, one person at a time. And if I die, then I am free of this hellish Chernarus, and in whatever afterlife I find, I can walk the streets of home once more, in the warm summer sun of memory. Forever.

I prefer the AKM because you get thirty rounds per mag, rather than the ten round Enfield clip. The ammo is a bit more rare from the nice assault rifle, but how about this. If you have something better than the beginner backpack, you can carry both! A rifle or shotgun will take ten backpack slots but you can have both and test them out, see which one suits your play style.

Some people would call our playing video games a waste of time. Nothing is a waste if we enjoy what we're doing. It is that simple. :)

I know. That's why I'm not giving them ammunition. I'd be one of the any things and many things that would move and get shot! Give out guns that have easy enough to find ammunition, but make the player earn those rounds. We all spawn new and helpless, and see ammo without guns for some time This is a way to give a few lucky spawns a bit of an extra fighting chance during that run through Cherno or Electro or Balota or wherever they go. It's an experiment. We'll see how it goes.