big_t

Thats nice you took the time to write out the above paragraph in an attempt to counter my point, but it has no relation to what I was saying. Those 3 guys were obviously a potential threat, so there is no point in trying to find an obscure unrelated situation to justify killing unarmed players in general. It's pretty obvious if the unarmed player is near easily obtainable weapons, or can screw with you in some way, or really has an item you desperately need/want then it's a different story. Anything else is pure cowardice.

I'm going to chime in and also call you a coward,, There is no excuse for killing someone who is not a threat to you unless you totally suck at the game and it's the only way to make you feel good and get a kill.

Just this.

Here is You: • You've failed at this game and it hurts. • You're that little ugly kid in grade 2 who had to eat his own boogers just to get a small piece of attention • You use hacks to try and mess up everyone else's fun. • That brief moment of trollish satisfaction after a mass teleport is a reflection of the emptiness and loneliness inside you. ("wait wait Big_T,, it's just a game for christs sake, I do haxs for fun" ,, but still though, it at least shows a deficiency you have in relation to this game ie: you fail at this game) • You can't beat normal players so you use cheats to gain advantage Thats you bro….you are weak. Here is me: • I'm that player who got rocked by zombies, shot up, tricked, out smarted, out flanked and basically out played for 3 weeks straight. But you know what , I man'ed up and took my looses as a learning experience and tried to play smarter next time, improving little by little. • I'm that dude that walks into a party smiling and having a good time and sees the world as a fun adventure ( your that creepy geek no one will talk to) • I had sex with the girlfriend you never had, that girl you wish you could talk to , and that's right, I finished up on her face. • I'm dip diving , sneaking, dodging, scavenging, aiming and shooting to the best of my ability and having a blast, and yeah getting shot by a bandit sucks , but thats the game we choose to play. That's me bro, I'm a dayz winner by hard work and acquired skill and I'll destroy you every time when faced off on an even playing field. can't wait for the standalone,, punk ass.

Hehehe, good times to be had by all. If I can razzle up even one sorry ass grief scripture to get mad enough to reply on here in all caps ,, I feel like I've done the world a humble service.

Lol ,, Just lovin trollin the trolls !! It hurts ,, cause you know deep down it's true :)

This.....

Utes is a small island map with lots of military loot. It's basically a PvP funland with many gun fights. You spawn back fast and gear up quickly so dying is not so heartbreaking. It's a nice break from the regular Chern and Lingor and you can brush up on your rifling skills. I've had many good times and good shoot outs !! Also you don't have to download a map or anything just type in"Utes" in the dayzcommander or six launcher filter.

1. It's Intense. The Utes map delivers some much needed intensity. Lets face it it's no longer difficult to merely stay alive in Dayz. Having troubles finding beans and cola ,, really? So why are you playing then,? What is the reason to walk for miles to find that nice rifle? Shoot people, or shoot zombies. Welcome to island of Utes. Same thing minus the Virtual Forrest walking simulator experience. 2. Keeps those seeking pure zombie infused PVP in a single community and away from the scornful disapproving eyes of the almightily and morally discerning dayz purists. 3. Target Practice - Even for the extreme super nice guy role player: once in while you should try out some weapons on other humans to prepare for the very unlikely event that a hostile stranger should wander into your far north woodlands hideout while you are reading a virtual book. 4. Arma 2 multiplayer is virtually dead. I can't for the life of me find a decent team/deathmach server that doesn't have you walking around with an entire virtual army with you. No Team vs Team shootouts. 5. BF3 and COD sucks. If you have been playing dayz for more than a month. I need not explain. 6. No complaining or butthurt. How can one complain when the intents of every single person is pointed in the same direction: Stay alive while killing people. 7. Think you are a tough guy Dayz pro? On "Cherno Patrol" sniping flashlight toting spawns? Come on big guy lets see how you fair when your targets shoot back. Have fun out there and remember don't shoot unarmed people, thats just noobish poor sportsmanship.

Yeah basically you summed it up correct, and it is great fun! Like cod or BF3 but more realistic and a little harder + you respawn with nothing which is cool. It's a good break form the monotony of the forrest simulator. Don't hate purist dudes, it's a map you play for a break or change up. It's not a new religion or anything. Normal Dayz is still safe as I'm sure everyone wants it to be. If anything those ghastly pvp players will have an outlet for a while, while you....... yeah...

I agree but what is keeping you playing dayz normal style? Doesn't the endless walking or waiting prone grow tedious for you?

Yeah I should have mentioned it's nice for a "distraction" . Don't get me wrong I'm not trying to take anything away form the normal mod. I've played many many hours and enjoyed it emmensly. It's just, well , it's getting stale, but I still love playing the mod. For practice yeah sometimes if you haven't seen someone in a long time while treading though the forrest , seeing someone gets you so jumpy that the aim and timing is way off. Also BF3 is decent in it's own way , I shouldn't slam it so hard. It's funny how quickly it went from super awesome in my opinion to a senseless button masher in a matter of months. and I'm a long time BF player (since BF1942). I'm now using my BF3 install disc as a coaster, for real.

Good luck to your servers!! If I can get a good ping I will join!

I think it's amazing how people have been contributing to the mod by way of Lingor Island, Takistan and Fallujah. Quite honestly Lingor is the main reason I'm still playing dayz mod at all. I was wondering if it would be possible to use a smaller map for more player interactions. Doesn't need to be stuffed with loot , just more compressed, like a 1/4 or 1/5 the size of Chernarus. Before you tell me to go play COD or BF3 I did just that... I went back to BF3 and well...I used to think BF3 was awesome but after a couple months of dayz, BF3 now just plays like a button mashing, splatter-fest meat grinder. I love DAyz, but need more action. I think a smaller map would bring people together for better or worse :) Agree?

Arg I want to!! But I can't find any Utes servers on my dayzcommander? Am I missing something on Dayz Commander?

Download link dead? ANyone playing this map? IF so...... how !!!!!!

Anyone have any links on how to get started on this Utes map?

Edit: Also handguns should do decent damage at close range. Even little 9mm and such. Ever been shot 3 times in the chest with a 9.22mm and shake it off Dayz style? Not realistic.

I totally agree with the OP. Remove those crazy guns. Especially thermal scopes. Gun fights with more realistically obtained weapons are more fun anyway. Like a large list of hunting rifles and handguns. Things you would actually find lying around. Maybe some regular police force weapons (very rare).

I like the cut of your jib young man, I'll make a point to visit.

Ahh you are missing the point of the game dude. It's a sandbox game so anything goes. I know it sucks to get killed for no reason (or because someone just wants your stuff) but thats how the game is and was designed to be. If a zombie apocalypse did break out it might be something like that in real life: People killing for supplies and food, and other good guys keeping their humanity and helping each other. Bandits and Survivors. ??? ^_^ cool concept. Using cheats because you can't handle game is not the way to go. Just get better at the game and you will die less.

To OP: I must have been on the same server as you because I died in the exact same way. Minty fresh spawn, big alpha male guy (real confident with his gaming skills) on coast starts attacking with akm /ak-74 I did the zig zag, and try to dodge wft is this guy really going to hunt me down into the bushes when it's obvious I don't have have my flashlight armed,,,,,yes he is, what a looser. Wish there was a you have been killed by "...." at the end of your death.

After much acrimony and griping over petty inconsequential deaths due to the hands of frivolous hackers and self hating script trolls, at long last I have a what seems like a normal and entertaining death. (the kind I used to partake in all on dayz the time) My life started out on the shores of Kamyshovo. Traveling generally due south west I passed though the south side of elektro and managed to find a Lee Enfield and about 3 clips of ammo and other small provisions including medical, cola and a water bottle. I continued toward cherno as I was hoping to stock up on some beans and such and continue. After coming up empty at the church I decided to risk the super market and with a few zombies on my trail proceeded to brazenly barrel in though the front steps. Directly to my right there was a turban clad bandit pointing a pistol at me. I immediately fired at his torso and he slumped over in an almost disappointingly passive manner stone dead. I continued to dash into the market as there were already zombies entering though the front steps and I didn't know if there was anyone else inside the building. I ran to the back looked left, nothing, then darted right, to the back cubby area behind the wall to gather my senses and hide from the zombies in the market. About 3 seconds passed and I heard speedy human footsteps and raging zombies amble around the side area of the market and I could see movement thought the yellow loading bay doors. A couple shots rang out and I prepared myself for immediate human company by pointing the rifle barrel down the hall, to my dismay I saw a curious sauntering zombie shuffling straight towards me slowly but surely , I could still hear the action outside of running, yelling and zombies. I was certain the guy was going to burst in the back bay doors at any moment but the zombie was nearing me, closer , closer, shit, if I fired the gunman would know my position, I had to bail and opened the rear bay doors to run out, as soon as I did so, I heard the agonizing cries of a survivor/bandit, the kind they make when they get wrestled down and feasted on by a zombie, I look left quickly and see a turban clad gentleman on the ground spurting blood apparently dead with about 4 heavy metal zombies circled around him utilizing him as a makeshift mosh pit to take their frustrations out on. I darted right, around the other side of the market to circle around and hopefully attain some loot from the recently deceased bandit. I came around, crouched and observed he did indeed posses an AKM. The zombies seemed less agitated with the now prostrate man and sulked around the corpse possibly reflecting on their own senseless acts of violence. I crept in closer hoping to stealthily loot the poor fellow right behind the zombies' backs. To my shock and horror the fallen bandit rose up from unconsciousness in a ghastly bloody mess still showering blood and attempting to raise his weapon to my general direction (if not purposefully aiming at me then raising the rifle by the only means possible to stand up and gain purchase). Quite startled and almost as a result of reflex, I parked a solitary Lee Enfield round square into his chest sending him twirling into the restful and caring caress of the 72 virgins of the afterlife. The rocker Zombies wailed in a frenzied chorus of jubilation and immediately directed their attention towards me. I was hoping to potentially snag that pretty little AKM and make a wild dash but the zombies were many and there was not much wiggle room in that cornered of part between the market and fence. I made a mad run due south west along the coastline to the outskirts of cherno with my gaggle of rocker zombies chasing after me like a gang of teenage groupies. I could not find any food and after running around a bit and managing to loose the zombies that trailed from cherno, and the other zeds I had picked up along the way whilst running thought the outlying buildings. I realized I desperately required hard nourishment post haste. To run to baltoa was a risk as there may be no food there either. I decided it was necessary to indeed return to the cherno market and obtain some beans or pasta or good god even sardines would have sufficed at that point, I was truly that hungry. From the lone log cabin on the hill on the outskirts of town I laid down and tried to look into the market to see if anyone is there, I spotted some agro'ed running zombies the nearby houses but could not make out any humans. Suddenly shots erupted and I could hear bullets wizzing by and zinging off the dirt right near me!! I failed to sight anyone but the attack seemed to be originating from the cherno direction. The report from the weapon was muted and minute so I deduced it may have come from a silenced assault rifle or possibly a normal rifle discharged from a lengthily distance. Either way it was semi auto and coming in fast. Immediately after I heard the first bullet ricochet, I broke off running inland as more bullets flew in my direction but luckily none hit their mark. The mob of zombies I had dragged out to outskirts of town quickly rose to life and joy as they had finally come into visual contact with the object they had since lost but so sorely sought. The shooting and near missed bullet landings ceased as I made distance and I thought I may actually indeed escape the unseen and bewildering assault. This sense of relief lasted for all of about 1 second when suddenly I saw a lone survivor jogging (with some pep in his step) towards cherno directly parallel to my departing cherno about 60m inland across the open plain. He seemed to be sporting an akm or ak-74 of some sort. I figured in a half second that this spritely young lad was going to spot me or become aware of the long trail of spazmatic groupie zombies behind me and most likely engage upon me with that auto rifle. Side note: all the atrocities, the degradation of honor and mutual respect for human life. All humanity seemed to be devoid and wisped away by a vile and treacherous wind leaving this formerly serene and pastoral eastern block landscape a baron wasteland of dread and incomprehensible desolation. Too much heartache, too many axe strokes to the back of the head, one too many double crosses and false friendliness masked in cheerful direct chat only to later sadly reveal the ill intent and true ugliness of self the serving evilness that underlies the basic survival instinct. No sir I was not going to risk calling out for help with hopes this kindred spirit could sympathize with my desperate position, later to become friends and crank open a can of beans around the fire regaling each other with war stores. Well in a split second of soul searching contemplation that's how I justified it to my self anyway, because I stopped running and took aim with my Lee Enfield with the expressed intent to kill this unsuspecting rifle toting jogger. The standing aim was wobbly from carido involved in the previous running, The first shot I targeted at his head and fired as he was running directly thought zenith of perfect perpendicularity from me. (in hind sight: not a wise choice of timing and angle) . I missed wide and the next half a second it took to reload the bullet into the chamber seemed like an eternity. From the first shot he knew something was wrong and looked to his right towards me. I fired a second shot and managed to miss somehow. good lord , now he was taking aim directly at me with his assault rifle I strafed left a little to offset his aim and buy a fraction of a second we both fired at the same time. I was truly delighted to see the bright blossom of scarlet explode from his chest, a direct hit at last ! My shot hitting it's target and my position and murderous intent blatantly revealed, I broke off running away from cherno while he commenced his counter attack on me….. He held his trigger finger firmly depressed with a firm and steadfast resolution to see the full process of clip being full to it's inevitable state empty in it's entirety. I could imagine his teeth gritting and eyes shining in a blind rage as he drained the lead from his weapon. I ran as fast as possible in a parallel manner away from his position. His unreflecting audacity and wanton disregard for ammunition costs was somewhat chilling and his statement to me was clear. Even though we never conversed throughout the melee, it seemed as though we had and unspoken question and answer discourse with each other: My question to him though my actions previously stated: "Do you enjoy being pot shot at for no apparent reason?" His answer as relayed though his immediate full clip emptying: "Fuck you very much sir" His hail of bullets hit once, twice and then continued to spay up the landscape with no further effect as I would assume his reticule had been cast aloof from the steady influx of barrel vibrations and shoulder recoil , all the while I was keeping my stride and perceived a raging zombie or zombies at my heels. His two piercing shots drained my blood from 12000 to 3000 quickly and it appeared I had a sprained ankle although my running was still in full stride. a slight pause as he reloaded and about 5 or 6 more shots rang out but I did not get hit or hear ricochets. I broke inland in a mad attempt to find shelter and an opportunity to find cover and bandage myself , blood now at 2500, vision devoid of color and blurring up with each blood pulse. I discerned what appeared to be a bush in the middle of the plain and before diving toward it I looked back at my adversary. To my astonishment and delight I saw my mob of zombie groupies all over the man and in an impressive number. The very menace which had dogged me form cherno was at last put to good use. I hit the deck and managed to bandage my self but a zombie was almost on me. I glanced up on the scoreboard to see another bandit kill point for me! It was some warm consolation to help me though my presently uncomfortable situation. I leapt up a few more paces and dove back behind another shrub in prone position. The zombie seemed to loose track of me. I decided to give myself a morphine shot even though I was running normally, this was a mistake because I had to enter upon one knee to do so, thus exposing myself to the world. I administered the shot to no effect, crunched a Tylenol with no water to stop the shacking and blurred vision to no effect. Then suddenly I was dead. The exact cause left to some refection and contemplation. I believe it must have been the silent shooter from cherno finally catching up to me, although I heard no report, body shot or sound of my skull exploding. I also have a nagging suspicion I might have ended the bandaging animation too early in order to avoid the zombie, and looking quickly at the blood level I may have mistakenly thought I was bandaged properly.

Yes that seems to be the only way to do, but I did find a nice spot form the outside of town that you can see directly into the main shopping area of that market. At least to see if there is anyone else in there. But then again, there is always the back storeroom to wonder about. Side note about back storeroom in market: A while back in electro back sporting a double barrel shotgun, I charged in my usuall fashion to find the market almost complelety devoid of quality loot. I ran straight to the very back mini corner cubby as sometimes I have found a pistol or shotgun shells there. This time I was surprised to stumble upon a survivor brandishing a pistol and looking skittish. Neither of us fired a shot and I thought it was assumed we were both two sorry schmucks trying to get by in the world. I continued to walk back down the hall hitting the " / " button to start a conversion and possibly team up, no sooner this little bastard sprung out and proceeded to fire a full clip into my back. Luckily he was a terrible shot and only hit once I think in the leg because I was just hardly bleeding. "You Ass" I though and "stood there and bled" pointing the shotgun at the corner waiting for him to come out again. I figured he might be embarrassed for his cowardly and pathetic assault and maybe try to make amends. I actually did "lol" because this maniac, after wasting all his bullets, then pulled out an axe and began to charge me. I backed and strafed right, looking for a shot. He was swinging wildly and caught himself up in the fallen shelving units. I crouched behind one and fired up at him while he swung in a panick. I hit him in the torso and he did the beautiful blood twirling fall. As soon as he hit the ground the guy ALT F4'd himself out of there. Shhheeeehh

Well I do appreciate the critique and your advise is duly noted. Perhaps I did leave too much attention to detail and jam in too many words/adjectives but I don't think your modifications do the story any more justice. From your revised example I think what you mean to say is: get to the point and add in many more swear words so the general public will be able to skim thought it more easily? This point is extremely valid especially when describing an event on an internet forum but for this case I wanted to try a more methodical storytelling approach. Still though, I respect your point.