strangelyquiet

I like the crosshair. I like how it replicates what would happen if I was running around with a shotgun for the first time in real life - there would always be a little grey dot when i aimed. Similarly, if I was to pick up an axe or fire extinguisher, there would be a little grey dot for me to aim better in real life. The game just replicates that.

I tend to avoid killing anyone unless there's specific reasons where it feels necessary. However I've got no issues at all with KoS players. I do have an issue with players, such as the OP, who seem to take the moral high ground and think they're better than other people because they play differently to others. Just because someone kills on sight, that doesn't mean they are 'terrible at DayZ'. It means they do something different to you, and you don't like it. Clearly you don't like it because you hunt those players - you wouldn't be doing it otherwise. Personally I think it's quite arrogant of people to assume they or their game style is better. You post questions, and questioned those two players, as if you're somehow owed an answer. When they choose not to indulge you, you decide they're 'bad at DayZ'. That's strange logic. And to answer your overly melodramatic question "Should they be ashamed of themselves?" - I'd answer no more ashamed than someone who incredibly childishly says "Well a girl like you must be bloody fat" just because he or she doesn't like something.

Library.

As I've explained, I can vouch for Mooky's reality. I have felt the full force of his manhood. He has blasted me in the face. I have lain prostrate before his heaving body. This is no troll... but he is a MONSTER!

On the 1st of March you said you had '200 hours' of game-play. On the 2nd of March you say you have '250 hours plus'. Maybe part of the reason it's 'a bit boring' is that you're playing a little too obsessively? And you live in a land of 40-50 hour days.

The fickle finger of fate has fingered me in a different direction and you Mooky, are the one responsible. Having cried, non-stop, for several hours after my untimely death, I gathered my senses together and vowed revenge, like what Mel Gibson does do in 'Payback' (incidentally, an excellent film with superb production values and the ever reliably anti-semitic Gibson doing what he does best - impersonating Bruce Willis). Since that time I have returned to DayZ with a bloodthirsty vengeance, I kill every single thing I come into contact with seeking to hunt down my nemesis Mooky. I shoot, bludgeon, force feed, punch, axe and Beanz everything on sight. 'Is that you Mooky??' I scream as I pummel a black man with no trousers. 'How do you like it now Mooky' I grunt as I axe a woman in the face. 'Take this. And that. And a bit more of some of this' I rage as I drink water from a well. 'Mooky, I'm coming for you' I howl into the night sky as I run repeatedly into a barn wall having lost my torch. One day Mooky, one day vengeance will be mine. Look over your shoulder Mooky, every second of every DayZ, as I'm coming for you (much like what Mel Gibson does when he rescues his son in the gripping thriller 'Payback').

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a full house in the popular game 'Spot the Whiny McWhine-Whine from Whiny Town'.

Get punched in the kidneys, and have blood in your pee

Mooky? Mooky is that you? My heart is all over the place reading your post. For *I* am your unknown victim. It was only the other day that I'd woken with such a surge of vitality that it felt like I was finally ready to put those long months of pain and distress behind me. Ever since my sister's tragic death (she's a cartoonist who had a piano fall on her head - OH! the tragic irony) I'd felt life was hopeless. This depression had eclipsed all else in my life, leading to several attempts to take my own life, then failing that, my own blood, before finally settling on my own urine. An endless vista of perpetual darkness had spread into my soul and since last Christmas it had got worse and worse by the day, sometimes by the hour and very infrequently several times in the same minute. I've grimly watched every thing that is dear to me slip away, piece by piece, brick by brick, grunt by grunt. I lost my wife to a travelling salesman, although I got a good set of encyclopaedia's in exchange. However the encyclopaedia's went the way of my books, films, the house and the kids - burned to the ground in a bonfire night celebration gone wrong (apparently you should have the bonfire outside not indoors). My job followed quickly along with my self respect, dignity, honour and favourite cheeses. Everything I had, loved, cherished, rubbed and made sweet love to has disappeared leaving me utterly hopeless and bereft. And then came DayZ. Having nothing left of my own life I immersed myself in this immersive game of immersion. Immersively so. The day I saw you was the culmination of my first character's first day of life in this game. I had played non-stop for 12 hours, rediscovering there is a purpose to my life, there is a meaning to my existence, there is a way to avoid that odour if you open the window. This culminated in me bouncing along to Elektro for the first time, finally ready to interact with another survivor for the very first time. I remember the joy in my heart when I rounded the corner, finally sensing that DayZ had delivered me from the depth of the most intense and heartfelt depression any man, woman or beast has ever felt. I remember your hunched figure, I remember the light glinting off the floor, the sense of uplift in my heart and - do I imagine it? - the hint of a pixellated smile on your face as I saw you. Was I foolish, in that briefest of moment, to think I had finally found a friend? Not just in DayZ, but a friend, companion, compadre, who would assist me in my tentative first steps back into the world from the bleak oblivion within which my life has so long been cocooned? "Hi, friendly Buddy!" I chirped, certain at last that I had found redemption in my life, a reason to live, a purpose to continue for, a desire to experience, a goal to score, a determination to make my squalid, sad, pathetic, useless life count for something, anything, an intention to do whatever it takes to make this all mean something. At that very second I recalled Wordsworth's immortal line "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive". And then you shot me. You bloody shit.

How's that whole irony thing working for ya?

Nope. Self indulgent posts are not very edifying, and it's been said elsewhere but your 'dedication' clearly doesn't last past alpha stage. Mind the door don't hit you on the ass on the way out.

Thinking of future movie tie-in's.... Beanz of The Dead Dirty Rotten Kiwis Crouching Bambi, Hidden Sniper North by North West Air Field

Probably more survivors than people would guess, but it really would depend on the type of outbreak, transmission process, mortality rate and infection control. The 'zombie apocalypse' we most commonly think about follows the lines of a pandemic. Looking back through history, the most lethal pandemics have claimed claimed tens of millions of lives, but in our total world population of seven billion that would still leave a lot of survivors. For instance two of the biggest historical pandemics: * The Black Death - upper estimates between 75-100million dead. * Spanish flu - upper estimates between 50-100million dead. Two factors would likely increase the death toll: i) if this was a truly global event. No pandemic has ever caused infection in every country across the world simultaneously. ii) we think of 'zombie infection' as having a 100% mortality rate. No pandemic has ever been that lethal - the worst top out at 50-75% mortality rates for those infected. It's estimated that the smallest the human population has ever got during an extinction event was 70,000 years ago when the worldwide population may have fallen to 10,000 - 20,000. This was the result of natural phenomena though, not pandemic infection. Even with increased lethality I'd still guess that the type of 'zombie apocalypse' we're all familiar with would still leave a few billion survivors. Just one billion survivors would assume an 85% fall in global population and nothing has ever depopulated the earth on such a scale.

Primary = pristine paper - slice and dice you papercut styleeeee Secondary = fresh banana - harder on impact than a rotten one and more slippy underfoot for comedic chase purposes.

To be fair you ran through a city that always has a lot of players, straight for a known loot location without any pause or consideration and then when he shot at you you told him 8 times to "shoot me". I don't have any time for players like him, but I cheered a little when he killed you because you so obviously wanted to make make him look stupid by chasing him around and killing him with a fire extinguisher. If you do stupid things, don't be surprised if people say 'that's stupid'.

Whoa, we gots a doctor man in the house.

Nah, this isn't like Hunger Games or Battle Royale at all. When I play the game puts me most in mind of Caddyshack. I see lots of people running around with long stick like implements that they hit other people with in slapstick style, I've dressed my character to look like Chevy Chase, the rabbits look like gophers (If you squint. In the dark. And then imagine it) and occasionally something blows up.

Srsly? You didn't see me? I ate your liver too. But not your beans, beans give me wind. Srsly.

On my very first day of playing, my fifth or sixth character found himself happily skipping across a field towards a southern town (forget which) having not long found my first gun. It was bright, sunny, and everything felt good. I got sniped. Obviously. I had no idea where from. Since that time the paranoia has never left me. I absolutely hate to leave the trees, spend as little time looting as I can afford, and spend ridiculous amounts of time watching a town or city before venturing in. Finding spots where you can remain virtually unseen has become an obsession and has got me out of a couple of tight spots. Just a personal view, but I think lone wolf play is way more rewarding emotionally as you go through the game. Every decision has to be that much more measured and careful and when you don't pay attention to the little things then getting taken out hurts that much more.

The poll also misses out "do something weird or inexplicable to freak them out". If I'm a bambi just newly burped up into the world, it can be fun to try and unsettle others. Pointing at them repeatedly. Reading from the bible into the chat. Or like the time I followed a guy and kept ripping up every bit of clothing I found and offering him rags. Or my favourite, following them everywhere and every time they exit a house clapping them for their efforts. This is fun even with the gun-toting guys, although that usually ends as you'd predict.

Yeah, that's them told. Shall we skip off together to tell some kids Santa's not real?

Why? Good god man, get a grip. This is the apocolypso. Man up, run a few rings round a Z, give it the finger (figuratively) and trot away.

good god almighty. why don't we just be done with the whole f'kin thing and just have tactical nuclear warheads. you could fire one off from the island, obliterate each and every single thing on the map and then YOU WIN! FUCK YEAH! as long as you survive the radiation fallout.

You're getting confused. Bandits wear camo make up, and should be kissed on sight. Down by the docks.

No, why should I? I don't have an issue with the 'flaws in the system' of this game at such an extremely early stage of it's development. If I don't like things further down the line I might pipe up. I dislike your implication here that if I can't 'propose' a better idea, then you somehow win the discussion by default. That thar's some terrible reasoning bud.