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Bullets don`t need to be poisoned, they cause enough damage in and by themselves, and as stated, it is hard to actually poison a target by bullet. Poisoned bolts, knives/spears and arrows would be nice though.

Too late, they`re already coming for you.

Exquisite.

That`s taking it too far, why? Because you shouldn`t have to worry about your game character while off the game. There are some exceptions such as in games like Tribal Wars, but those are browser-based.

They removed killfeed for the same reason the removed global chat To make the experience less arcadey and more realistic

Patience I reccomend meditation, it is good for your heart and spirit

No, don`t bring back bandit/hero skin.. IRL can you see if a man is a caring father who sells balloons to children for a living or if he is coldhearted murderer? No, those with the coldest hearts can have deceiving faces. Only those who have the finest intuition can see into the eyes of a man, and judge him. Maybe the fire you see still burns, but it is from someone he lost a long time ago and teh vengeance will not be taken on you.

Stay strong, and maybe one day you will be fit to survive. If you cannot handle the harsh conditions of the world, you are lucky this is not real life, you can turn off your computer, and now you are again sheltered. You can go to the tivoli, see the happy faces of the children, bring flowers to your neighbour. As for me, i thrive in this tough environment where i constantly have to push myself sometimes it gets hard, i admit, i sweat in front of the computer screen. "what will happen next?" Noone knows...

The revolver is the weapon of a true warrior With 15 bullets you can fire your gun at your enemy, and you can miss him 14 times, but still hit with your last bullet. With only six one must have the accuracy of an eagle snatching its prey. One error and you die. In this tough world, one should carry a weapon that, over time, will sharpen your senses and keep you on edge. Only then will you survive... Only then will the true chosen one show himself

I, like you, show contempt for the weak. In this harsh world only the strong can survive, there is no room for hesitation nor mercy. With pin-point accuracy the bullets will exit my gun and bless the world with the demise of the fallen. I have my eyes set on the goal, if you or your friends stand between me and my goal you will be terminated.

The farting while in stealth argument is so stupid Doesn`t anyone have any control over their sphincters? Are you telling me you can`t let out a silent one at formal dinners, when holding a presentation etc..? And ok, in this kind of environment you`d be catching all kinds of diseases that give you diarrhea and get alot of digestion problems but can`t they just be listed as symptoms, instead of actually having your character spray shit all over the place?

The magnum is deadlier, and just feels more satisfying to shoot I don`t like the modern military grade weapons, they`re all just black-box plastic copies of one another No character, no history

I don`t get why certain people want shitting, farting and pissing in video games just to make them more "realistic" Everyone knows that everyone is just going to kill people and then shit all over their corpses at best you`re in the woods and it`s just a small inconvenience and you`d need a slot for toilet paper At worst you`re in a desperate firefight, but why does it matter if you shit your pants when you`re fighting for your life, you`re not there to feel the underwear fabric sticking against the buttcheeks and the terrible smell. I don`t see what these body function features would add.

I play DayZ, like I play chess, I thought back to excellent party I play against young Norwegian Magnus Carlsen where I had planned my strategy 65 Moves forward. I sprung my trap on him, and he could but resign in despair. Such was my excellent execution of impeccable strategy, as I calculated bullet paths and likely movement patterns of my opponents as I silently approached them. It was as if they were notes on a sheet, and I understood the music, the thoughts that moved behind their brains. I spotted someone approaching from a bush behind me, I heard the creaking of bone as his finger bent and approached the trigger, his skin barely got to touch the steel before my bullet had hit him in the chest and through his spine with surgical precision. “Not this time” I said, blowing smoke from the barrel of my revolver as his body hit the ground. The shot had attracted the attention of every bounty hunter and scumbag in the area, no doubt, I had to move fast, it was soon getting very hot, mixed with the cold grasp of death. The next guy, a man armed with a sniper, was killed so fast his brain could not process the fact he was dead, he kept running even though the grievous wound delivered by my weapon stated otherwise. Eventually as his nerves ceased to function, he fell to the ground and tried to say something. “Shhh” I said, “shhh, you sleep now child” I said and closed his eyes and placed coins upon them so he pay fare over the river styx. “Have a good trip” I said, saluting his twisted corpse. I rose, a pearl of sweat forming on my brow. Now, fear of god was in the hearts of all men, there was hell to pay, and the currency was death. Had they seen me now, they would see a soldier of fortune, a lone wolf with a dark past and lightning in his eyes. Desperation awakes the primal instinct in man, I saw it my next victim, a young man holding a m4 rifle, undoubtedly exploring the feeling of new found power. Unfortunately for him, his weapon could not save him from his fate; death. His buddy turned toward me, or more correctly, the barrel of my gun, “fear not, it will all be over soon”, “w-why?” he asked. As I was about to answer him, my pure-bred killer instinct acted in reflex and sent his soul packing to the next world. I arrived at a rendezvous point as three people had gathered to plan my demise. “The ghost is on the loose again” I heard one of them state in a voice of respect. The ghost was the nickname they had given me, as noone had seen me, except for when I stood before their defeated body to deliver them unto the next world. Soon he realized, deep inside we are all alone, especially when your two friends are corpses with smoking exit wounds through the back of their heads. He turned and turned but could not see me, “behind you, motherfucker” I said, leaning nonchalantly against a tree. He promptly turned towards me and emptied his magazine at me. Unfortunately for him his magazine was already empty, since I had snuck up on him and removed all his bullets from his inventory. “You have one chance, boy” I said, and pointed at a revolver on the ground before him. “We will duel, let the best man win”, I said unto him, “when the Nightingale chirps, we draw... only one will remain.” It seemed like an eternity, I could sense the fear within this man, a wild beast tore at him from inside, but it had not yet defeated him, “a strong spirit” I thought to myself, too bad his lungs would soon no longer breathe the sweet, sweet oxygen of this world, but instead the toxic fumes of hell. The sun was setting behind the hill, the clouds were gathering, a storm was brewing on the horizon, it was as if hell was longing for another soul. The demons were thirsty, and the Thirst had not been quenched by the events of this day, yet. The Nightingale began its beautiful song, but I had heard it before it even begun, I heard the first vibration in the vocal chord of the bird, and based on my years of knowledge the vocal chords must have been from a Nightingale. Little did it know, its soothing melody had caused the death of a man. The bullets hit his body, tearing into his flesh, breaking bone, causing incurable tissue damage to his organs. No screams, no pain, his death was as swift and instant as the turning off of an electrical device. His eyes were open, but they could no longer see me, all they could see was the wicked smile of the devil. The sounds of war reminded me of my own war, a long time ago. The fatherland had called upon me, a young innocent man, to become a part of their death machinery. That war had formed me, as had the demise of my father. I swore upon his grave I would have vengeance. Vengeance against the wicked, the impure. Now my innocence was gone, and the thoughts of freedom and peace were but distant dreams in the dark night. I knew I had crossed the point of return when I spilled blood upon the ground, formed by a harsh world.

How would it be realistic not to trade? I don`t know which side of the argument to be on, because certain pro-KoSers and anti-KoSers use the reality argument whenever discussions about human interactions come up. The fact is, there are tons of evidence documenting the willingness of humans to kill other humans but also alot of evidence concluding that, even during harsh times, people care for one another and help. Trade has been very beneficial throughout human history (you have surplus food, i have surplus drink), and realistically, trade is more beneficial than robbery, because you usually don`t risk your life doing it. But since you have unlimited lives in this game, you can just have the stronger side guard the loot of their fallen and it`s as if nothing ever happened. That`s why games can never be realistic, so stop using that argument all the time. If you were asked IRL to inititate a trade with another armed party, you knew you had several buddies watching over you, but that you would probably be the first to get shot if gunshots were to be exchanged, would you accept? IRL you would never do it, but in a game you woudl just go "GL, hope we win this fight" and easily sacrifice your life for the potential loot.

Let the rage flow through you, as you become blind to reality and another former man slumped over the counter of a bar with an empty glass of borboun at your side. On another note, i may be one of the few who doesn`t break the code of honor. This was in the mod, on the Taviana map, i had a revolver and was in the mall in Sabiana, when i see a bandit run towards the entrance, i immediatly open fire on him, i get to fire two, three shots,as his friend comes from the other side with a shotgun pointed at me. I drop the gun and we talk for a while, he asks me why i shot at him and say "i paniced", then we end up looting a little while before he asks me if i want to join to the airstrip, i say yes, so he lets me pick up my gun. Never at any point did it occur to me that i could betray them both, especially when one of them broke their loeg due a glitch and the other gave him morphine. They had the common decency not to shoot me, i honored his trust and didn`t shoot him. I feel this is more satisfying than being some cheapass.

Haha what a funny little man, he accuses you of cheating and then goes to a glitched spot so he has the god-like power to speak to the entire world? It is he, not you, who has abused the game and therefore is guilty of cheating.

Have patience,it`s gonna eventually lead to a healthier, more relaxed and fulfilling life. This is why the end times are coming, everyone wants everything immediatly, a spoiled generation.

Man, i don`t even know what to say anymore. If the game is too hard, don`t play it.

Rofl, i`d like to see anyone with only rudimentary fighting skills KO punch someone wielding any form of meele weapon, let alone a gun. You need to be extremely well trained to take on a guy with your bare fists,even if he only has a wrench, becaue that wrench can hit your arms and metal always wins against skin and bone. Because guns are so laggy, unpredictable and controls are so clunky, you actually have a decent chance against someone with a gun, whereas in reality you would almost guaranteed receive multiple gunshot wounds even if you were attacking a child. That being said, scoring a clean hit on the chin against someone who knows how to keep a guard up is pretty hard.

Seriously, do you only write short grumpy sentences on the forums? Besides i didn`t see any glaring grammatical errors in his post, there are a couple of very minor ones, like in your much shorter post, but these things hardly matter on an online forum.

The cold hard facts are that you, the consumer, bought a product in which it states several times during the announcement, the purchase and the launch of the game it`s an early pre-release alpha, and that you will have to endure this, and it states specifically that you should only join if you wish to participate in the ongoing testing and patching of the game. If you wanted to play the finished product only, then you should have waited for it. It`s not the dev teams fault if you failed to read or acknowledge any of these VERY CLEAR warnings, and i believe that the dev team should take their time in developing the game, because otherwise we`d get whining about gameplay and bug issues in the finished product instead. There are so many great games out there you can play whlst you wait, a year goes fast, and by then many more features will be in the game. I feel like you just can`t talk to certain people, why is it so hard to understand?

I`d rather wait for a complete game than some unfinished rubbish Almost 1 million have already bought the game, they will probably come back to try the beta and the finished game; plenty to do while we wait.

Because it`s practically like demanding a server in a MMORPG where you can only play as a certain class

I`m not defending spawn killers, i don`t KoS generally, and i know that most people who do, do it for fun or to grief. I`m simply arguing against all those who say that IRL, if you murdered someone, you would go batshit insane, and therefore you should receive severe penalties for murdering people in DayZ. They fail to understand that murder is something alot of people are capable of, given the right circumstances. In a situation like this, where the infected are dangerous enough to wipe out the military and the systems we have in place to protect us from threats, society breaks down, and interactions with others inevitably become more violent. Criminals generally come from desperate and poor backgrounds, and grow up in environments that cultivate toughness and violence. In a harsh environment such as the one in DayZ (which is desperate and poor), you can`t sue people, noone gets sent to jail, there are no police, and no safe havens. Eventually you will find that if you aren`t willing to threaten, wound and even kill someone who wants any resources you might have, you will get killed and your murderer will survive on your food.