Jonah_Hobbes

Sorry but I disagree - I was pinned down by a sniper today, (I explained in an earlier post), and being an idiot tried to flank him without really having a clue where he was. He shot me in the guts and whilst I survived it was pretty intense with him taking pot shots at me as I was trying to heal - it was fun I was grinning like an idiot. "We're not doing ourselves any favors by pretending it's a Porsche when it's still a Toyota Camry". - Why I'm loving it? If you are not having fun then go and play something else. I used to do that with the latter Total War series as it was largely unplayable until it was patched, so I'd buy the game, get frustrated and then come back 6 months later when the game actually worked. This game is totally playable you just need to be creative enough to enjoy it. And if you don't go play something - we can disagree with you - you know that?

Well done Hutch good testing! I wish I could do the same but it's all about looting and killing for me.

Sorry we ain't cool enough for you and it's got it's issues but I'm loving it. I buy a fair amount of games and I don't need somebody to tell me if I'm enjoying it or not because I am. If you'd care to look around the forums you will see many other people enjoying it also. Yes it's alpha and yes it ain't polished but who gives a flying F? And amazingly it IS BETTER THAN MANY FINISHED GAMES!!!!! I know cuse I've wasted a fair bit of money over the last year or so on DayZ wannabes, So i don't know Bleurhghghgghghhggh to you!

You basically found the in supermarkets and a few other places. They act basically as a big static backpack. You had to visit them pretty regularly or they'd vanish. People could loot from them so you had to put it somewhere out of the way - not smack bang in the middle of a factory like one I found.

Thanks guys you're just a bunch of big ol' Teddy Bears the lot of you - ok Teddy Bears that KOS, shoot people in the face and make them drink disinfectant - but big Teddy Bears nevertheless!

Really depends how you want to play and if you've got a decent sight for the Mosin. Usually Mosin players like to snipe from a distance where as M4 players like their combat a bit more personal. I can see when tents come in a lot more folk will turn to sitting around and sniping. Others use handguns for looting and their Mosin for ranged.

The next thing is to find a junction with a signpost. Then you can pretty much work out where you are.

Disagree - not knowing where you are was part of the fun when I started playing in the mod. I'd gotten into WOT because friends played it and had pretty much forgotten everything when I bought the standalone. Loved exploring the countryside, jotting down the names of places.

Just used http://systemrequirementslab.com/cyri/DesktopApp to see if the game could work with the laptop - it can't. I'm fairly clueless about comps - Why with such an ancient engine is the game such a pig to run??

laptop: CPU: Intel mobile core 2 duo @2.26 (only 4% difference from the minimum 2.4 on benchmark) RAM: 3GB Graphics card: Geforce 9600m GT Wife's laptop I'd like to buy her the game. War Thunder runs really well on it - that and world of tanks are pretty much all that's on it. Would really like to know by the end of the day.

Yeah wasn't too sure as it's awhile since I've seen them.

As I said before the excellent film REC

Lol I think I just ran into you! Northeast airfield swore I heard a shot but not to sure - looted all the buildings. Opened the door of the last one to hail of bullets - nothing hit ran around and climbed up the traffic control tower and that's when I got hit so god knows where he was shooting from. Rested and repaired myself about 10 mins and then waited another 15 but there was no sign. Sorry I had to go after that - the kitties needed feeding and I was not about to go AFK. Very clever leaving all the loot untouched. I had to eat about 6 cans of food and 2 of my water bottles to heal. Also fair play for not ghosting as I was pretty messed up and could hardly see anything.

This I love it, I had a few encounters at that airfield and it's my favorite place in the game.

Looks like REC not sure which one possibly the first one? I have noticed a slight increase in numbers around towns, not sure if anything has changed or not, but I've not seen more than 5. edit: deffo REC if you've not seen it do so - amazing zombie/evil dead film from Spain. Hollywood did a remake pretty much identical to the Spanish one - dunno the original still wins. There has been two follow ups. REC 3 got panned but I kind of liked it.

I was at the NE Airfield when I came around the first building, (south nearest the town), to find the doors open and two guys standing back to back both bleeding outside. I wasted both as I thought it was some kind of trap and they were bait, I then checked the buildings - nothing. Sorry my Fraps didn't work for some reason but one guys backpack was full of Axes and little else and the other guy had regular geared up loot. Was it a glitch? I could access both bodies and both took several shots to finish off.

both were alive I'm sure, but bleeding when I dropped them. Yeah they could have knocked each other out. Bummer I had to turn up :)

This is a short story I wrote at work over two nights about my Back story. If you don't like reading then feel free to skip it. Also there is swearing sorry, but it's what people do. There will be mistakes spelling, grammar etc as I am somewhat crap. How I ended up on the coast of Chernarus. Having left the British armed forces I had a number of jobs, barman, doorman, psychiatric nurse aid but nothing really lasted, I still felt unsettled and tended to drift from place to place. That’s what happens when you leave an institution. I was struggling to connect with anyone or anything; it was if I was waiting for something to happen. Having not much of a family left and no partner or kids I was on the look out for something different. Back in my home town in a tough, bleak pub on the council estate I grew up in I met up with an old army buddy of mine for bevvies. He looked fit, tanned and on the up. The clothes were a step above high street and gold flashed from the rings on his fingers. He was happy to splash his cash, much to the interest of the more dishonest of the locals and went on to explain this gig he'd been involved with - working in shipping. I was intrigued as this guy never expressed any interest in the sea at all as the army was his life. This was the something I might enjoy, he said. I sat back and listened. The BBC news had been peppered with stories about the spread of piracy into the Mediterranean and Black Sea; this was not your usual Somalian pirates but inhabitants of the former Soviet States getting in on the action. Independent heavily armed local militias were targeting cargo ships, tankers and private boats that moved through those busy waters. As the troubles in the Russian states continued to worsen, (Chernarus being the pin up girl of the conflicts), the UN were increasingly reluctant to police the waters particularly the Black Sea as it did not want to aggravate an already tense and paranoid Russia. The shipping lines took the matter into their own hands and began using small teams of private security operatives based on their ships. This usually took the form of a 5 man team, armed with the latest equipment of small arms with some RPG's thrown in to ward off anything bigger than the fast moving speedboats that was being used by the freebooters. The idea was to keep the pirates busy until air reinforcements from Turkey and Greece could be scrambled to eliminate the threat. Russia by all accounts was ok with this; after all it couldn’t be seen to be bombing its own daughter states pirates or no pirates. Russia had a large investment in the security contractors being used so its leaders were happy campers. It was expensive but it was not seen as a long term strategy, we were only going to be there until Russia sorted its domestic sh*t out. This Security job then? Hell the money was good, the risks so-so, my friend said it was a blast and I'd get to see Istanbul, If I signed on we agreed to meet in Moscow, after our respective jobs, to party, pull chicks, drink booze and sample whatever else came our way. I took the next train down to London and was wined and dined, then interviewed in a hired apartment in West Belgravia, the term “rich” really didn’t do the place justice. The art, the furniture, it even smelt wealthy. The long dead cream of the British empire sneered down at me from the walls as I signed the contract; it’s as if they knew something I didn’t. I was now an Official Security Operative for a company that I rather not name and with a hefty advance, I texted my dad to say goodbye, threw him a few hundred, via internet banking and headed off to sail the seven seas. This first job was on a small cargo ship Bright Constellation which sailed under a Maltese Flag. I was to join her in Turkey, the ship would be leaving, Lisbon in Portugal then via Gebze in Turkey onto Istanbul. I was to relieve the outgoing team at Istanbul with four others. The trip was a short haul to Rostov but would sail close to the Chernarus coast land - that was the risky part and so my itinerary included a detailed military map of Chernarus. Strangely though there had been very little in the way of information or hassles coming out of Chernarus over the last couple of weeks. The place was wrapped up tighter than North Korea during festive Paranoia season. No press allowed, No twitter, no YouTube clips of suicide bombers, people throwing Molotov cocktails or kids with AK 47’s. Ok there was some weird ham radio stuff about people turning on each other - but hey it's a warzone right? Anyhow the trip to Istanbul was uneventful, you could feel the recent tensions in the Middle East which was heavily flavoured by the conflicts in the former Soviet states but it was great to spend a day there checking out the Hagia Sophia and tasting some excellent food, it was a shame to be leaving. I joined Bright Constellation the next day was introduced to the crew and my team mates - made up of three very quite "Ivan" types and a rather fried looking Aussie dude called Watty - A walking cliché of your typical beach loving Australian - bleached hair, tanned and tattooed. He was also the senior officer on this job so took it upon himself to show me around. Watty gave a brief rundown of how he wound up here, not that I gave a sh*t as it was obvious – Aussie armed forces, demobbed, whoring himself around the world’s hotspots as a “technical advisor’ oh yeah and lots of surfing talk. I'd had no training as my friends' word was good enough and my army history marked me as a professional. I was shown "the war room" which consisted of our equipment. A couple of American M4's, half a dozen Russian AN-94's, a British L115A3 sniping rifle and an L85A1 which I picked up as I was quite familiar with it obviously. There was armour, anti-personal stuff, night vision, the usual. I noticed a rather worrying array of hand to hand blades and of course a couple of very Russian looking RPG's. I asked Watty about why we were rather overstocked on knives and Machetes - he replied "F*ck mate we are fighting pirates on the high seas! Got to get a bit of sword fighting in!" I made a mental note to stay away from this guy should the sh*t hit the fan. I asked him about the rest of our team and he just shrugged. “They ain’t Russians they’re Latvians – the company never employs locals from the Black Sea, way too much drama, infighting and backstabbing – Half the states bordering the Black Sea are dipping their toes into the Piracy game, particularly Chernarus. Pav, Andris and Ludis – that’s our boys. I’ve never worked with them before but I hear they’re ex SUV – Latvian special forces they’ll be solid and not to be f*cked with. ” I got a tour of the mess, galley and then my cabin. I stowed my stuff and as I was to get the second watch, I propped up the L85 just in hands reach, jumped in the bunk and slept like a baby as Bright Constellation pulled out of Istanbul. Basically the drill was that we split the 24 hours in to two shifts of twelve hours manned by two men each. Watty would be around and would act as back up and main liaison with the Captain, a rather dour Merchant Navy guy from England called Briars. Briars was obviously relieved we were on board but hated our presence with every fibre of his being. The lets say not completely professional Watty annoyed the hell out of him also. I sympathised and I also understood he was from the old school British merchant fleet where things were done properly and you didn’t have a bunch of gorillas armed to the teeth loitering on your ship. Anyhow back to the plan - one operative would stay on the bridge and one would patrol the ship weather permitting whilst staying in radio contact. If you were off duty Watty's rule was "you can get pissed up, but no drugs and if you are pissed you better still be able to point your gun, the right f*cking way round when the pirates turn up. If you f*ck it up you’ll have my foot in your arse up to the ankle". The journey was a short haul three and a half days max as the ship was travelling slowly due to so much junk and if rumours were to be believed mines in the water - so we were lucky to get above 10knots. Watty said the cargo was electronics and medical supplies; when asked what was in a few special yellow containers with a very “HazMaty” type logo on the sides Watty replied “they contain - none of your f*cking business mate.” I took the night watch with Pav and he elected to wander the ship AN-94 cradled in his arms. Pav was the short of guy you see on Soviet propaganda posters of WW II. Granite jawed and built like a pissed off T-34. I sat on the bridge with three crew members and cat-napped the way only soldiers and nurses can do with one eye and one ear half cocked open. I snapped awake, I'd overheard the crew talking to each other quietly. The guys were all Cypriots or Turks I couldn't tell and I asked Metin the officer on duty if there was a problem, he was a dapper, quietly spoken man whom obviously held the respect of his crew members. He looked at me for a moment and said 'We are not sure, probably nothing - we are passing close to the port of Elektrozavodsk, I have passed this way many times. Chernarus is not safe as you know these days but this is different do you see?" We both looked out of the port windows into the darkness of the night - It was moonless and beyond the ships lighting it was impossible to tell where sea and sky joined. I said I couldn't see anything wrong, in fact I couldn't see anything. Metin replied "Precisely! Elektro is the second largest city in Charnarus and yet there is no lights, even during the fighting you would expect to see something, shells, fires or flares but there is nothing out there at all just darkness - we are halfway across Chernarus and we have not seen one light!" I must admit I was spooked because the crew was spooked. I radioed Pav, updated him and got a grunt in reply, but he agreed to keep an eye on the port side. It was then that the radio broke out into life into something like garbled Russian. I sort of hung behind not sure I should be poking my nose into this. Metin didn’t seemed concerned by my lurking and explained, "It's a Georgian fishing vessel up ahead - it is notifying us that it is having issues with it's netting - it is caught on something and for us to give it some space - so it can resolve it's problems". I asked if it was Legit and Metin replied that its call sign suggested so, and he knew of the boat and its skipper. He altered course slightly but informed the radio operator to maintain contact in case it needed assistance. I wondered what a fishing vessel was doing out here if things were so unsafe? Metin must have read my mind - "The Georgians support the Chernarus Communists, they have nothing to fear from the "Chedakis". I figured that the Chedakis were the rebels and was going to ask Metin to continue when again the radio crackled, even though I couldn't understand what was said it was clear that the Georgian was becoming more agitated. Metin translated, 'The vessel is called the "Chayka" – the ‘Seagull’, her engines have stopped and she is listing to starboard. The skipper is requesting assistance I must inform the Captain". With that our craft again altered its course and Metin went to contact Briars. I got the impression that Briars was reluctant to assist the Chayka, Metin mentioned that the coastguard from neighbouring countries was unlikely to enter Charnarus waters and reminded Briars of certain codes of the sea. Also the radio had raised nothing from Chernarus. They had obviously issued a blanket ban on communications. The conversation finished abruptly and Metin walked away from the intercom. 'We go and offer assistance to the Chayka and I'll update the Captain when we arrive." I wondered about telling Watty but decided against it; so far this didn’t feel like it was an issue to bother the rest of the Ops team with. Metin obviously felt this was above board and I trusted him. I let Pav know but he seemed uninterested. I checked my watch and the dial told me it was 01:00am, peering out the darkness remained absolute as the engines growled noticeably louder as we increased our speed. We reached the Chayka within 20 mins and I can say when we illuminated the boat the whole bridge was alarmed by how far the boat was listing. Metin and the Skipper rapidly exchanged information. Metin reached the intercom and informed Briars that the Chayka was likely to go under soon and her crew was about to abandon ship. Bright Constellation was awoken by alarms to summon the crew to assist as she slowed to a stop. I looked down and noticed the taciturn Pav throwing Life belts out to sea, his AN-94 now strapped to his back. Two crew members manhandled lines and inflatable rafts over the side. I let Metin know I’d go and help, just as Watty arrived on the bridge and I wondered where the other two Latvians had ended up but then spotted them arrive on deck. Slinging my L85 over my back I grabbed a pocket flashlight from a rack on the bridge and headed outside. Half the ships crew was now on deck, there was no sense of panic and glancing over the side I could see around 10 people in the water or in the process of being hauled aboard. The Chayka looked a wreck and I wondered what “Health and Safety” translated in Georgian was. Even for a calm night it looked fragile like a bird’s nest, I was amazed it hadn’t sunk years ago. Pav nodded to me and shouted over that he had everything under control. The Chayka’s steel hull moaned as it drifted away from Bright Constellation, Floating on its side like harpooned whale. Realising I was as much use as a spare prick at a wedding I moved down below to grab blankets from the stores to hand out to the fishermen. After about 10 minutes I came back up and with a comical dance combined of having no sea-legs and carrying too many blankets I waltzed over to the fishermen depositing my load on the deck. A fisherman smiled, nodded and reached for a blanket thanking me. It was then I stood and turned to see Pav pointing his AN-94 at Watty. I had a very brief feeling of disorientation as if a drug had just kicked in. Then time slowed down as I could feel my combat training assert itself, my hand reached for my own gun and then it stopped. The feel of a barrel of a FNX-45 gently resting on the side of my head held by SUV trained Ludis can stop most things. Watty was yammering – his accent became more singsong and nasally as the more stressed he became, I imagined this is how he sounded growing up in his sh*tty Sydney suburb; the faux surfer dialect well and truly gone. My initial assessment of him being fried came to mind as he was trying to use some army bullshit intimidation tactic. Pav just stared at him impassively. The rest of the fishing crew had pulled out hand guns and were rounding up the cargo ships’ crew. Andris with two others made for the bridge. I told Watty to shut the f*ck up and asked if I could remove my weapon. My job now was to act calmly. Also not to get killed by my former Latvian comrades and their friends was up there too. Ludis nodded and I put the L85 on the deck and resumed holding my hands up. A few minutes passed and Briars and Metin came on deck hands raised, followed by Andis with a M4. I’ll give both credit they were handling the situation better than Watty although Briars looked like he was about to kick off. The rest of the crew stood still, silent, like they were waiting for a funeral service – I scolded myself that this analogy under the circumstances was hardly a morale boost. Pav stepped forward gun still raised. “We are Lions of Ossetia and we seize this vessel to aid us in out struggle against Georgia”. He spoke next to Watty “You fought with Georgia in 2008?” Watty started and began to speak, but was cut off. “It is pointless to deny this; we have done our homework on you.” Pav pulled the trigger twice, two shots to the face which threw Watty across the deck in a spray of blood, and gore that had an immediate effect on cooling down Briars. Watty was dead the instant the rounds entered his skull. Pav turned to us “Metin we require to steer the ship, the crew also, they will be released unharmed when we are ready to do so, you two” he waved the gun at Briars and me, ‘we have no quarrel, but we do not need you also, over there is Chanarus, it is approximately 6 kilometres. It is a warm and calm night, if you are lucky you can swim to the shore. Now gentlemen overboard please, perhaps try and find a life raft?” I was in the water pushing towards the shore, hoping I was going the right way. I was astonished at how quickly and professionally they had taken the ship and disposed of us – minutes, in f*cking minutes and me an ex-Para just stood there like a mong. I turned and called out to Briars but although I could hear splashing he never spoke. Bright Constellation sat in the water for around 10 minutes and then the engines groaned back into life and she slowly moved off. The Chyka had vanished and I reckoned she had been scuttled as bait and that’s how she went down so quickly. I began to question Pavs’ definition of a warm night but I swam on, grateful that I was a pretty decent swimmer. Slowly as my eyes became used to the dark I began to make out the shore. I never knew what happened to Briars. After sometime my feet hit sand, still in darkness I gasped and pulled myself out of the sea. In jeans and a t shirt, my shoes soaked I began to shiver. The salt water had left me dehydrated and stupidly I muttered to myself “I feel thirsty.” I reached inside my pocket and reached for the flashlight, pulling it out I switched it on…

After getting hit by a Axe-wielding bandit everything was ruined. I noticed I could not equip the ruined magazine for the M4, not just one but 2 that were runied. I had to go and loot non-ruined beacuse of it. Anyone else find this?

Never realized that as I rarely get lost - I mean I may struggle to find a specific town but I'm usually very close to it. Thanks I will check this out.

Joking aside my DayZ/zombie dream quota has gone up heaps since I started playing. Mind you I go through my backstory as a way of drifting off to sleep - not saying it's boring but certainly works, never really make it past looting the first couple of houses before I'm asleep and then of course I'm actually there in my dreams.

I like the idea of picking up a walkie talkie or maybe finding a random CB radio in a house and then communicating with some other totally random player that has found another walkie talkie or CB radio. I mean that is likely yo happen.

If you are in doubt as to where you are going just use the sun. If it's at your back you are heading north.

Guessing this is a states server? Well good luck - I've thought about this myself and would be very keen to see what happens.