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We'd love to see a few more of you guys out here with us. Feel free to bring your friends, Clan Members and join the Counter Squad!

That's neat and all, but as far as I'm concerned, NO ONE is even getting NEAR, let alone KILLING MY Leader. #Gummy'sSavior

WE did this on our clan forum, lets try here too. MUST be at least 100 characters long. (Please assist in keeping this clean mods) ---- It was late in the day... Heavy breathing. I felt as though I had been running for hours, My breaths so loud I'm positive I can be heard from my position in the woods just north of Balota. Over Vent I can hear my comrades say "Contact, Contact, Contact !" "Where?" - I shout, not moving a muscle from my concealed location in a small bush. I scope into my Pristine ACOG m4 recently looted and full of ammo with A bandits name scribbled on the first bullet. "Three-Oh-Clock, Behind Tent City" - yelled my comrade SHOTS. I listened carefully to count them. Three. Four. Five. Six. "I'm down" "Me Too" - They Groaned Pained by their abrupt departure from this life I began to sweat, VOWING not to be his next victim. "Do we have a LKL?" (Last Known Location) "Negative" Radio Silence I listen carefully and hear the ever distinctive sound of a soda can pop open and be guzzled down with a carefree "Ahh". Determined to keep my element of surprise I remain hidden until I see him, the Bandit, the Slayer of my comrades. He climbs to the top of the ACT undoubtedly to scout out more unsuspecting prey. Little does he know, a larger more prepared fish has already marked him for death. I Scope in again, the Glare is in my sight and its beyond difficult to get a clean shot. I Decided its now or never as he stands up from a prone position. I Fire. 3 Times. Each time hoping if the previous didn't kill him the next would. He drops. Reveled with the sense of Joy and victory I confirm with my comrades that I have slain their attacker by describing his backpack and unmistakable purple shirt. Just then it hits me, As though the reality of the situation was delayed by the unmistakable flow of adrenaline. I've killed him, this was my first kill.

Your base needs to consist of a graphics card lol.

No sign of intelligence here. Move along.

NOTE THIS IS A CLAN MEMBERS KILL: NOT MINE. ---------------------------------- We were standing in the streets of Elektrozavodsk with the cool air whipping around our ears; our ballistic helmets not offering any real shelter from the brisk Chernarusian autumn winds. The group had been halved by an earlier ambush and we had decided to wait for reinforcements and tend to our wounds. He seemed to appear out of thin air--a man in jeans and a t-shirt sprinting through the deserted streets that had once been teeming with life. He had to have been freezing. The group swiveled and trained their guns on him, but that did not deter him. From a distance you could hear him trying to communicate. "Friend? Friend? Friend?" We were still jumpy from the earlier ambush and were taking no chances this time. "Get on the ground!" one of us shouted. He got down on his knees. We weren't taking any chances but he didn't stop asking for friendship as we cuffed him. It was a sad sight to witness because in another time we actually could have been friends. Hell, in another time most of us wouldn't have ever been here. We'd be living simple lives of carpenters, mechanics, teachers, and so on. The list of "could have been's" could go on forever, but after the outbreak, all of those futures were gone. All that was taken from us. Survival was our job now. "Can I be in your clan?" he asked insistently, though we could barely hear him over the loud discussion taking place over what to do with him. None of us wanted to stay where we were. We were sitting ducks in the bleak streets of Elektrozavodsk with little cover and with quite a distance between us and our support. A decision was finally reached. With shaky hands I walked over to the man with my M4 in hand. I put the muzzle to his head. "Friend?" The suppressor made for a quiet death, but it didn't stop us all from flinching. I still don't know if it was just a reaction to the sound or a small part of our souls leaving our bodies that made us jump. I do know what our job is now: to survive. Unfortunately, to do so means others won't.

LMK If you find some people who aren't like 16 and live in Saudi Arabia. 26 Y/O Military Veteran / Video Game Extraordinaire.

Edit -> CTRL + F "Fractions" Change to "Factions" I can see at least 3

Like this picture of a Baby Panda for no reason other than that this topic has been beat to death.

Gotta love it

Id like to see a better system implemented for Ladder usage, climbing down haphazardly and not being able to act except for move up or down with a zed directly below you is neat and all, but Id like to see a more tactical approach to this movement. What are some others things you would like to see improved? My suggestion for ladder usage is that whilst climbing down you are able to use a sidearm, totally plausible in reality, and doesn't leave me as a sitting duck for Other players/Bambi's/Zeds. If this is impossible, give me the option to dismount with speed and ease. AT THE VERY LEAST, when I get to the ground not spend 3-4 seconds pulling out whatever weapon my character feels like and checking to make sure his shoes are tied before being capable of running away. A lot of things have been done right in this game, and I feel a few more touches of realism will make this almost perfect.

And what of opposing players waiting in ambush?

OHH BOY INb4 FORUM FIRE

That was office space, fuck you for not knowing that.

I have been a member of this community for YEARS, and never found the need to register to post untill this instant, When the Standalone release I was more than happy to give my money to Rocket and the hard-working team at Bohemia, i bought 5 copies, one for myself, one for my God-son, and 3 for lifelong friends so we can play as a unit. We are all experienced with the exception of my son who is only 13, he cannot even spawn and leave the cost without behing hunted down by someone with a balota M4. This message is for you, EVERY, and i mean EVERY seen near the coast or caught shooting people at the cost without valid means for self defense WILL be killed. I Make it my squads sole mission in life, to give new players a fighting chance and give them .45 acp's whenever possible, as my squad has quite a few. You are exploiting the weak and inexperienced and i will make you pay. We RUN the Western servers and i VOW to make every spawn camper pay for what you've done. I VOW not to even loot your bodies, and to allow MORE fresh spawns to collect what you hae earned. Anyone caught making a Bee-Line tword the body with what i feel is knowledge of its existence will also be killed again. Thanks for Listening. Your Friendly Veteran, USCG Cox Server West 2-1

Its happened, im not foolish enough to say im invincible, but you would be HARD PRESSED to earn that victory. Im no lay-down.

The day approaches.

Untill you catch one of my 7.62's and i bank your 300 rounds in my tents.

2100 tonight, ill be glad to rock your shit too.

Going to ROCK your shit.

When my god son gets better, he is going to stomp coast campers like you along with us, what server do you and your "Group" play on, I heard you spend ten hours hunting fresh spawns and get upset when the CL? I can assure you, we wont take up too much of your time.

You know where to find us.

Thats just plain hilarious. Headshotting them with your balota M4 is not.

I Crawl away from the coast, the Western servers are BEYOND toxic, But not a problem, Operation Justice is in FULL swing.