NagsterTheGangster

Glad i read this post! I had no idea i could use this technique to check for players! Thanks guys.

Why come to this topic then? And if i have a buddy over who isnt pc oriented i would like to do this for them so we can BOTH enjoy the game.

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not sure what you mean by this post, like add friends you can PM with new stock and deals like a trade group?

Buddy has a point, although more people is better, unless you know them IRL then i wouldnt trust anyone, unless their long-time clan mates, which doesnt sound like youre a part of.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbThC9Dt1BQ that song

its all about whats useful at the time, if you need food, eat food and keep some, if you find an ill weapon, drop your drinks and take that shit with you.

Then there would be me: "DO A FLIP!!"

Is that fucking comic sans? and thats unfortunate they found it man, but you kinda had to know deep down they would be back, and in greater numbers too.

Whoa, massage you? I dont even know you!

October 15, 2013 They must have dumped me on the shore on their way out of town, because thats where I awoke to the distant calls of the undead, or what i've come to know them as. The survivors who saved me during the epidemic had left nothing but footprints in the sand when disposing of my seemingly lifeless body. But who could blame them? The lacerations in my arms were cut deep from the car wreck that left me incapacitated beforehand. It was unlikely a human would survive a crash like that before a regional collapse, let alone after these ungodly beings occupied the streets. So there I was, alone, weak from the neck down and vulnerable as a baby animal. But that's just the kind of luck I had always received my entire life so why would I expect any different now? At least I was more fortunate than those of my hometown, who were nothing more than animated corpses at this point in time. The wounds I had received were mostly clotted, which leaves me to wonder how long I had been left for the elements, but a new question arose, my stomach growling and palette dry, where would my next meal come from? The clothes on my back would only contribute towards my survival a few more hours until my body shuts down from the lack of blood and nutrients. My hometown was still visible in the distance, I knew I had food and other necessities in my home and from what I recall, the initial panic had everyone so disoriented that I doubt any survivors thought to loot houses while everyone was fleeing, at least I hope... As I began my seemingly long and troublesome journey to the town I once knew, the increasingly loud and startling sounds of the Zeds became more and more frequent. As I neared the border of town on Mr. Wilson's farm I had my first encounter with..them.. If I had not seen beforehand what capabilities these infected people held I know I would have met my demise this day. Mr. Wilson was tending to a dead cattle in his grazing field, or at least I thought. I was somewhat deceived as he had taken one knee to inspect the animal, and this was the first normal human action I had seen since the outbreak. I called out to him, but not before I had taken camouflage in a bush outside his fence line. His head immediately snapped to the direction I shouted from, but not with the face of confusion or surprise one would expect, but it was rather his lack of a face that unsettled my stomach and sent this feeling of weakness through all of my limbs. His bottom jaw had been removed from his skull entirely and his clothing also reflected the horrid experience he had succumb to in his final moments. Tattered and blood soaked overalls covered his old dirty farm shirt, his sleeves were still rolled up from the final farm task before his demise. He stood from his crouched position and scanned the area wildly with a look on his face that could only be in comparison to a pissed-off Pitbull in human form. I went from my crouching position immediately to prone, I was in no shape to run, and especially not in any condition to fight. I stayed laying in those bushes for about 30 minutes before slowly crawling backwards for another 20, never turning my back on Mr. Wilson. He seemed still on alert even after this extended period of time which unsettled me greatly. I had strafed around the backside of my town, near the treeline to avoid any unwanted attention, which was any and all attention at this point. There was a single house and street now separating me from my house, I was so close, but this situation and blurred vision was making the last 50 feet seem like 1000. I started crawling from the back of my neighbors house around the side until I was laying in their front yard bushes. There were infected not 30 feet away from me on both sides, each one with some kind of mortal wound on their bodies, and they roamed around the streets, almost always returning to a spot they had previously been. There were probably two or three times where I could have just gone for it, but my legs wouldn't allow me to do so, my fear had this grip on my soul and it seemed to keep me planted behind this bush for what seemed like ages. So I watched, and I watched.. until I noticed a timing where I could quickly dash across the street without being seen, and at that point, I decided "fuck it" and ran as quietly as possible with my head watching my feet as I ran, I couldn't pull my chin up to watch if I had been noticed, I didn't want to. My back hit the side of my house and a slight wave of relief had come over me, the worst was over, for today anyways... Until I realized my house keys were gone from my pocket, still in the ignition of my wrecked vehicle somewhere in town. I wanted to cry, yell, hit, I wanted to scream "FFUUCCKK!" as loud as I could, but I couldn't nor should I have at the time. I sat there beside my house below the small picket fence line until it was almost dark, my memories cloudy from the crash and my now worsening condition. And right before I gave up and fell into unconsciousness on the side of that house, a memory came back to me, the one that would save my life.. I moved to the door, grabbed the handle, and pushed it open, I had never locked my door when running from my home during the widespread panic. Despite the feelings of anger and stupidity I was only happy to be back in my home. I drew all the curtains and raided my cupboards and medicine cabinet for whatever I could find, the first thing I did was use my entire box of Gauze bandages on my wounds as well as a full bottle of whiskey between my cuts and drinking it myself. Time to lay low and get my energy back, I have a strong feeling I cant stay here for very long. Although these things were what I needed to aid my survival, the real reason I wanted back to MY house so damn badly was my journal, I just couldn't leave it to the ruins when the best part of it was yet to be written. So tonight i'll try to rest as best I can, although I have a feeling that even with this exhaustion and alcohol consumption that I wont be sleeping very well... Perhaps some of this herb from my bedside table will do the trick....

It's okay, literacy isn't for everyone.

Dedication to the game my brotha. Lil' bitches aint gon disrespect you like that again, nuhuh! And the best thing to say after killing someone in cold blood is "I would only expect the same" LOL

To me this "Cod kiddie" playstyle doesnt offer what I would like in a game, if i want KOS so bad ill play COD. But I dont mind it every now and again, whats the fear in other players if we all become "friendly"?

Ohhh SA, SA, when will you come release us from this mod nightmare? lol But id try some different methods if it's not working even if the Zeds have been changed, maybe walk towards them right before they get in range to avoid the hit?

That comment made my day.

-There be no more herb mon!

What have YOU done to a clan Shadowolf?

So i can loot a location, walk 120m and then re-loot it everytime??

Damn, you ice cold my nigga.

Us 1993 server is normally loaded with people and is Vanilla i believe

I would see if you can do any player actions whatsoever, drive cars lol, or see if it swims.

My last name irl is Nagy, so my buddy called me NagsterTheGangster one day and I couldnt let that shit slide.

I wanna know whats gunna happen if I do now lol....do tell so I dont have to spend my time getting glitched for curiosity?

I'm a Vanilla player myself Havent had enough experience on Epoch etc to really give too much input but I think as a new player Vanilla is the way to go.