Ugly (DayZ)

I heard him, but I dont necessarily believe him. Those are exactly the things I would have expected ANY OTHER COMPANY EXECUTIVE to say. That is standard fair. To be honest he did NOTHING to assuage my fears that we will get a watered down product. What he said on stage was absolute lip service, corporate speak. I can hold out hope, however. edit for grammer

Pessimist: A dumbed-down version of DayZ gets developed, with gameplay focusing more on the casual, easy-to-grasp mechanics of your standard console fare. Development is pushed back as developers decide which features to include or to axe, based on publisher feedback. The game feels a lot more "arcade"-ee than the currect ArmA "simulator". Money shop. Optimist: Bohemia Int now have access to a lot more funding, creating the PC-centric, hardcore-simulator feel that all 1 million people who pre-ordered on Steam were expecting. Because it must eventually reach a mass market, things like sloggy frame rates, sluggish controls, and bug-riddled gameplay are fleshed out, and the whole game feels better for it. It runs smooth, everything is optimized, there are no,- and I mean NO- features left out of the PC version simply because of the difficulty to implement them onto a console. If there are absolutely NO, and I mean ZERO concessions made to the PC version of this great alpha I have been enjoying so far, and final release isn't pushed back TOO far, then I am 100% ok with this, and I wish BI all the best, and cannot await a final release. Diablo 3 was revised half way through production to eventually be released on console. Not a good precedent.

DLC Beards.

#notallsnipers

new account same avatar?

i believe it has been mentioned at gamescom (?) australia (iirc) there will be friendly pets, such as horses and dogs. link anyone?

because this is a "simulator" of sorts, it is unrealistic to be able to 180-headshot with a sniper rifle as easily as in other games (CoD etc.) So when tracking a target very quickly, holding a pistol you can track your target more quickly than with a mosin. The CQB allows you to move your rifle more quickly from side to side than if you had the MP parts. What about mouse sensitivity and all that? Another can of worms my friend.

screen grab?

61. any chance OP is joining a hardcore server?

someone call Admiral Ackbar, quick!

wrong page

i am SO holding you to this

nobody repairs electronics they just toss em and buy new ones

just eat some food and your stomach will stop grumbling. All good bro!

It's all part of it though, right?

Hey Cap'N! Great read. thanks for that. I also didnt realize they removed a large portion of the game. must be a reason.

So lately I've been writting down messages on paper and leaving them for other players to find. Usually someone kayfabe things like "Searching Cherno before heading north" kinda bs. I know players tend to leave a note on their person for potential looters. Anyone find notes in the wild? Do you leave em?

LOVE your sig!

:)

I completely agree. In fact, sometimes their damage state causes them to appear written on. This would also give the developers another potential game mechanic. There could be survivor "stash spots", and these notes are a confession to them, allowing Player Characters to hunt for a good amount of loot (ie a backpack full of gear, or a pistol with a clip and ammo, or a stash of food). i.e. found written on a note on the ground "To anyone who can read this, I've fallen ill. I survived for 3 months but all is lost for me. All my wordly possessions can be found at my camp, coordinates xyz" or "Crashed helicopter. need to investigate. East of Zelenogorsk" "Trust no one wearing a gas mask"

it's your doppleganger. Shoot it if you want to be a new spawn. Or make a game of it and aggro players and zombies to it and try to keep it alive.

Well this is a first for me. Someone recently got the jump on me. Not only am I alive out of the ordeal, but i wasn't even robbed! I was running around Balota air field, someone in a Barracks heard me. I clumsily run into the top room. "Freeze." I turn to my right, and there is an SKS pointed at me from not 3 feet away. There is a man knelt in the corner, his gun drawn on me. I shoulder my gun and put my hands up. "Oh good." He says. SItuation completely diffused. I kneel down, we chat for a bit, he asks me to lay down as he leaves the building. No handcuffs, no rotten fruit or disinfectant. He just carried on. On his way out he asked me if I had any friends outside. I told him the truth, "No, I am solo". Glad I could repay his kindness by not lying to him. Thanks random guy!

Want to hear something scary? It all happened one time I was sitting on the Fire Station roof having a bite to eat. It was a nice sunny morning. It hadn't rained since last night, but the roof was still a little wet. I didn't mind. At least it wasnt raining, as I was stuck outside, you see. I was waiting for some zombies who had noticed me to get bored and go away. Of course, they didn't go away. They just vainly circled the building, trying to find a ramp up here because they're too stupid to follow me up the ladder. There were 3 in all. A male and 2 females. I can't bring myself to call them "a man and two women"... It just- doesn't feel right. I had stumbled upon all three while combing the Cherno industrial park. I was making my way under what cover I could find in a stormy night, when a burst of lightning at the wrong time caused a zombie to see me. Before I knew it 2 more were on me and I was running for my life. I was crawling under fences or jumping over them- I swear those zombies seemed to go right through em! Anyways, I'm getting carried away. So as I was saying, I'm crouched there on the fire station Tower roof, I bring out my stove and frying pan. I'm pretty scared of looking at my matches, hoping they're not mush from the rain. Just in luck, they didn't get very wet. My stove lights up by the third match. As I'm waiting for the frying pan to heat up, I peak around. The zombies have been quite for a while. Maybe they forgot about me. It's a nice view from upt here. Great view of the ocean. I opened my canned bacon and some beans, and set em on the grill. Thats when I hear a large "pop". Gunfire! I hear another two rounds sound off. It's coming from the industrial park. I bring up my binocs. Over by the smoke stack. One person, a man. Doesn't look like he's doing very well. He's only wearing jeans and a t shirt. In his hands he's got a flashlight. He's running for his life from some zombies. But where did those gun shots come from? The defenseless human gets cornered by one zombie, and is about to get attacked when a gun fire sounds off and the zombie drops dead. The poor man looks terrified. He screams and drops the flashlight, and runs away from 2 heavily geared survivors. One has an M4 in his hands, the other a Mosin rifle. Both are in camoflauged gear, wearing gasmasks. They are shouting at the terrified man "Friendly! We're Friendly! Come back we just want to give you some fruit!", all the same while popping off rounds at his heels. Bandits! Killers! Murderers! My blood starts pumping as I go prone on the roof. Oh shit! He's dragging them right to me! I peek over the side again. He manages to crawl into the yard behind the fire station... Idiot! He's gonna get me killed! But poor guy couldn't catch a break. The Zed's near me alert to him. They turn around slowly. Gurgling, drowning noises and clicks come from their throats, before a gleeful HOWL erupts and they start in on the poor fellow. He brings his hands up. One- POW! Two- WAM! This guy musta have been a boxer or SOMETHING 'cause he just KO'd two zombies. The third one goes down with a third punch! He's da undisputed champeen' a da world! Then from 50 yards away the M4 sounds off again, and that's when the man screams in pain and goes down from a bullet to the leg. I could hear his bone break too, over the bullet crack. Or I imagined I did. He looked up in horror as the 3 zombies started to get up, sizing up a an easy meal. That's when I notice the 2 killers creep up, weapons drawn on the Zed's while they tore into that poor man. Not 20 feet behind the zombies the two murderers shook with silent laughter over the screams of the man being tore to pieces. When he quieted down, his screams of anguish mercifully silenced... I'll never forget his cries of "HELP! STOP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"... when he had died, the man with the mosin erupted into laughter, drawing the Zed's attention. His buddy mowed down the 3 zombies in quick order, and the two were bent over laughing in hysterics. They congratulated themselves while the bile rose up in my throat. I was in such shock, so much horror had happened in such a short time that I was witness too... I leaned my head against the wall, and fought the urge to vomit. It was as if I had just drank a bottle of disinfectant, the feeling of nausea. That's when I got a waft of cooking food on the wind... My eyes bulged as I quietly moved the frying pan off the burner. It made a small "hiss" as I set it on the roof. I turned off the burner. "Let's loot this building." I hear one man say to the other. I hope they don't come up here. I bring out my pistol. Trusty ol' 357. Leaves holes in things. I couldn't get into a fire fight though. I was a sitting duck up there if anyone noticed me. They tore though the building but never came on the roof. They were talking about heading to Elektro, and I watched them head north and east. The thing about being a soldier is you have to eat and sleep when you can get it. I was so excited to eat this meal before all this happened, now I felt numb and the idea of eating seemed unpalatable. Fucking jerks. Sill this food was nearly cooked, so I reached into my backpack to pull out my matches. As I lit up the burner and set the frying pan on, I heard static coming from the walkie talkie in my pack. That's odd. I must have turned on the radio while rooting through my bag. I didn't remember putting a fresh battery in, so was surprised that it even picked up a signal. I reached in and turned up the volume, just a little bit more. It was on the first channel, and someone was definitely broadcasting on it. It was coming through, very faint. They must have been on the the edges of broadcasting distance. I screened my ear to listen, squinting my eyes as if that would somehow help. At first the message wasn't very clear. M.....S.....E.....Ch...Ma...S...Ch...Ach...Mach...Es...Matches. Matches? Someone was saying "Matches" over and over? I looked down to my left and saw the box of matches lying on the roof. I couldn't be hearing them right... There was something about the voice though. At first, while I couldn't make out the message, it sounded like someone in distress. Someone pleading, yearning... Begging even. But it was more than that, there was a sort of sick desperation in the voice coming over the radio. It wasn't begging but it was ordering. It sounded sinister and cruel, and before you knew it, my little radio was raging at me "MATCHES! LEAVE THE MATCHES!! LEAVE THE MATCHES! LEAVE THE MATCHES!" I switched the station like a reflex, thouroughly creeped out. My mind wasn't put at ease for long however, as almost immediately on the next station the static cut in, and slowly a word started to appear on it's waves "Atches.. Ma... Es... Mat...Tches...Matches.... MAATCHes... MAAATCHESSS...." I switched to the next channel, terror welling up inside me as I realized that on all frequencies a single collective transmission was being broadcast. A crazed, whisperly, ethereal voice demanding "MATCHES! MATCHES! LEAVE THE MATCHES! LEAVE THE MATCHES!" It had in insane squeak and a demonic growl to it at the same time, indeed sounding insane and making my hair stand on end. Not thinking of anything else to do I twisted the power off so hard I could have broken it, but to my dispair the voices continued to come through it! "MATCHES! LEAVE THE MATCHES! THE MATCHES!" a thousand voices crying at the same time for the same awful thing. Wide eyed with fright I fumbled the walkie talkie over and clumsily opened the battery case. What I am about to tell you next shocked me so badly I still have nightmares about it. There was no battery powering the radio. I have no explanation as to why or how it was able to produce sound the way it did. If I think about it too long I figure I will go crazy, so I just turn my eye to it and never think about it. I dropped the radio like it was a snake, and against my will, my eyes slid over to the innocuous matchbox I had left sitting on the Fire Station Tower roof. I didn't even think about picking up those matches. Before I knew it I was down off the roof, my breakfast still cooking up top, sitting next to a box of matches and a walkie talking with an exposed, empty, battery compartment. That was the day the Chernogorsk Fire Station burnt down.

it takes an hour to get gear'd up again, so I'm not TOO worried. Binocs, however... I can't find.

Hiya. Anyone else having trouble finding Binoculars, or a Crossbow and Bolts/Quiver?