#General Hawk

You guys have no idea how much I wanted to buy from you, but unfortiently you didn't have any Singapor servers available. :L I had to buy from 'Survival Servers'. :c

Hes preparing for the Stand Alone, where he can finally achive his one true dream - shitting in the woods. ;)

Aww, even mine? </3

BUMB. AM I COOL YET?

Oh, really? I'll try that out now, thank's bro. :)

Unfortiently, I like to take some things slow, this being one of them. I was doing this fro maybe 10-30 minutes each day, probably more, but then again I'm not that skilled at Photoshop and this was my first ever attempt at drawing something in it. But thank's bro. :D

.357 is a common caliber, I know a few rilfes that use it. Also, 44. Magnum all the way bros. (if they do, which they wont until Stand Alone, if that at all, it should have an 8" barrel like the one I own ;D )

Those two I made myself. The second one that I had listed, I created a long time ago, back when DayZ allowed us to access the editor with -DayZ Mounted-, the easy way to do it is to down-grade your DayZ files to around 1.2.0, you could probably go a bit higher, but nothing above 1.2.7. The second one, on the other hand, was made using the awesome, but very complicated (at first) 3D editor within ArmA 2. To access the 3D editor, which is simular to the 2D editor (the base one that everyone uses), press "Ctrl + E" at the main menu. If it's not that, try Shift + E. I suggest watching some tutorials on how to use it, as it is complicated, and quite a bit harder than the normal 2D editor, but the 3D provides a lot more 'flexability' in what you can and cannot do, and allows you to create scenes easily that the 2D editor would not. (<Well, not very easily that is). If you want some more information about it, just say so. :P

You mean like these?

Welcome to the one place where hell froze over. In-case you're wondering why I posted it here, and not in the stickyed art thread, it was because I didn't want it to be lost amungst everything else. I actually worked hard on this, 1-2 days maybe (on and off constantly). The background, was just a screenshot of Namalsk, but the guy himself was completely hand-drawn by myself. If you dislike that verson, here is an alternative: And this is the guy on his own, but this version was an old unfinished one. Do excuse him looking 'fabulous' ;) For what ever reason, it wont let me post the pictures. :L

Thanks. And if anyone is wondering why he called me "Raptor Jesus", that is because of my FaceBook page (http://www.facebook.com/Raptor.Chesus) in which usually get a bunch of my fans together so we can play a game together, lately it's been mainly DayZ. :P

So, the ones below 14-18 get gore, but no zombies? If you were to happen, it would literally be "DayZ the Walking Simulator". Yay.

I did not have fraps on at the time, so all I can share is words. Another DayZ story by Raptor Jesus: The Hunger Games. It was a lovely day really, the 20 people on the server seemed to be nice, most of them took to the forests which kept zombie spawns down, and most of them were really nice people, I know this because I've played with most of them. My friend and I were heading to Cherno, we were on a private hive at this point so we didn't have all of our guns and such, anyway, we were scanning the outskirts when we noticed a single man standing in the middle of Cherno, it was odd to say that no zombies had spawned around him. We ignored him, and then flanked around to the back of the city, so we could quickly search the military tents. There was nothing in the city, even the hospital was cleaned out, the streets were quiet and not a single zombie was in sight, my friend and I simply shrugged it off whilst thinking that it was a despawn of sorts, which meant another player was int he city with us. We decided to hunt for him, because unfortunately we were nearly out of food, water, and ammo. After 5 minutes, we spotted him, a lone survivor sitting in the middle of the road, he had no gear besides what looked to be an Alice pack, he was an easy target. We approached him from behind, and aimed our guns at him, I said "alright mate, I want you to stand up, kneel down and drop all your food", he responded with this; "sure thing bud, but first you have to catch me". So then he rose up, and began to run. We chased him around the city before he darted into a small warehouse, it only had one enterence (the others had been barricaded) so he was trapped, we were close to our food. We both injected ourselves into the building, scanning left and rights in search for him, he was no where to be seen. Somehow, he had escaped. But we were persistent, we went deeper into the building. We were puzzled, he was gone, and then all of a sudden it began to rain outside, the sun vanished as darkness took over, at this point we were certain that this server was bugged or something, but that was not the case. From behind us, the large metal doors leading into the building swung open, we both span around with our weapons drawn, aiming at the door way. My friend took a step forward, and then his legs instantly broke, he had stepped on a bear trap. He freaked out, and so did I, we threw out a single flare to light up the building to see what the fuck was going on. To our surprise, the entire floor had a nice coat of bear trap. What I mean, is that the entire floor, was covered in armed bear traps, we had been locked in here like animals with no escape. My friend crawled back to me as I watched the door, he administered our last stick of morphine that he grabbed out of my backpack, we argued with each other whilst working out how we would escape. Then the lightning struck, a massive boom is heard followed by a voice - "you have 2 options. Option 1, is you agree to come with me and 'participate' in a game show. Option 2, is death". "Fuck off" said my friend in an aggressive tone, I quickly shut him up and then responded with "explain option 1 again!?". The voice returned, this time in a calm tone saying "well, you agree to participate in my tv game show, 20 contestants will be placed in an area somewhere in the middle of the forest, weapons will be scattered across the area along with food and water. You have no friends in that arena, you must kill or be killed, the last man standing receives what ever he likes, weapons, vehicles, anything he will ever need". We both sighed, then agreed. He teleported us into the middle of a forest, all 20 of us stood in a circle, the area was lite up by flares and helicopter spotlights. I knew almost everyone here, I've played with each of them, they are all my family. Everyone was yelling at each other at this point, we always talked over direct chat to increase immersion, anyway, some people wanted to abort, but they couldn't for some reason, some people were saying how they wont shoot anyone if they don't shoot them, I just stood there assessing the situation, taking note on who to look out for. The strange voice returned, he shouted "WELCOME, to the second ever Hunger Games. Most of you are here because you were in the wrong place, or the wrong server simply at the wrong time, some of you are here because I believe that you could survive this, Raptor Jesus will be our special guest, I suggest you all take him out first". That was when things had gotten creepy, this guy knew me, he had been stalking me for awhile now just waiting for me to enter a server with enough people. "The rules are simple, you kill or be killed, you can chose to team up with someone if you can trust them, but in the end if it is just you two remaining, you will be forced to kill each other. The games will begin in 5 minutes, if you step off the area you spawned in, you will be killed. There are weapons in the center of the circle", he had his buddies now throw flares into the circle, revealing a gold mine of weapons, M16's, DMR's, even a lone AS50, but the thing I spotted first was the Crossbow... There was more yelling, people began to freak out, one guy even screamed "fuck this!" and then started running, his actions caused 3 others to do the same. They got about 5 feet before the helicopters opened fire, killing every single person who decided to run. We were all quiet then, just waiting for the games to begin. I turned and looked at my mate, who was already staring at me, he was on the other side of the circle, I didn't know his name as we had met up in this server. We started playing together around 5 hours before hand, and had survived quite a bit, we formed the "hunting buddies" bond. I could tell he was scared, he was looking all over the place, searching for a way out, I had hoped that he would just run backwards into the forest the second the games started, that way I would have known that he would be safe. Everyone here was good at base ArmA 2, which made every single one of them very dangerous with guns, I would have to get in and out with a weapon as quickly as possible, which was exactly what I was about to do. "3.." "2..." "1...", a massive boom is heard and everyone darts to the center of the circle. My eyes were locked onto that Crossbow, it only had one bolt in it which was a problem, but it would make do. Myself along with 3 other players were the first to reach the center, I picked up the crossbow, a Czech backpack, and then ran out. There were no gunshots at first, some of the guns had no ammo in them I guess. I had reached the treeline just as the first shot had been fired, then another, then another, then bullets were flying everywhere, the sound of screaming and cursing filled the air, I looked back to see my friend, the only one with camo clothing getting shot by a Winchester. I went prone at the treeline, rolled behind a tree for cover and watched my friend attempt to crawl away. He was nearly at the treeline, everyone had ignored him besides one asshole with a hatchet. I jumped to my feet, and ran deeper into the forest, watching behind me as my friend was butchered to death. The sound of a grenade going off was heard, it was louder though, similar to a thunder strike, what ever it was it was cleverly scripted to go off when a player died. I had gotten away from everyone else, I couldn't hear gunshots anymore, well besides every now and then followed by the "player had died" text that appeared on the bottom left corner of my screen. I took a seat, and checked what was in my backpack. All that was there, was a hunting knife, matches, no hatchet and an empty canteen and 4 bear traps. I was already hungry, and thirsty, but luckily that was a river next to me. That river, was the only one around, it was the only way to get water, so that was where I set up my trap. I didn't want to kill others, but I had to, there was a single piece of cover near that lake - a broken stone wall, so I set up a bear trap there, I had set another ontop of a dead body resting next to the lake, the third and fourth one I set up next to a pre-made tent. Then I waited, prone, starving, my crossbow ready, half an hour had passed before someone darted out of the forest, heading towards the lake. I followed him with my crossbow, ready to place a bolt in his skull. He ran to the dead body, and imidently triggered the bear trap, he fell to the ground and attempted to crawl away. YOu might be asking, why did I not kill him then? Because he was the next part of my trap. He crawled, and crawled, before I saw 2 people emerge from the woods, heading strait for him. They had guns, one had a DMR and the other had an M16, those guns would soon me mine. They walked up to the injured man, and then they shot him dead. The one with the DMR knelled down the take the dead mans stuff, so that was my opportunity. I aimed, and fired, the crossbow bolt luckily smashed into the side of the mans head, he dropped the the ground as his friend darted for cover - the only piece of cover was the stone wall. He did was I had predicted, he ran to the wall and stepped on a bear trap, the sound of bones snapping exploaded into the air. I quickly ran to the dead guy with the DMR, took his gun and then darted back into the forest, waiting for the M16 guy to stick his head out. I waited there for 15 minutes before he yelled "who ever you are don't fucking shoot man, I'm friendly", he wasn't that friendly when he shot that injured survivor, but I recognized that voice, it was Ted, one of my old friends. I talked to him, and he talked back, then we chose to team up, he didn't care much about the guy I had killed anyway. Over the next 2 hours, Ted and I had hunted down and killed 7 other players, everyone had killed eachother leaving Ted, myself and my close friend Fireburd. It took only 15 minutes for Ted and I to track down Fireburd, he was just sitting down in the middle of the starting circle, he had no guns or anything. It wasn't a trap, Fireburd was good with a gun but shit at planning stuff, so we approached him. He simply said "just fucking kill me, I've killed so many good friends tonight, I don't even want the fucking prizes anymore". Ted and I, sat down next to him, and just talked with him for awhile. Fireburd then demanded we finish him off, so we did so. It was a sad moment when we heard that 'boom' sound, it was just Ted and myself remaining. We turned to eachother and lowered our guns. The voice had returned, saying "well boys, it has been a long day and you two are the last remaining survivors! Only problem, is there can only be one hahaha!" he laughed at us, and then demanded we shoot eachother. Ted stated that he wanted to live, his 40 day old character wasn't ready to die, Ted was no longer my friend, he was just another target. We both raised our guns at the same time, we didn't fire at first though, we just stared, waiting for someone to pull the trigger first. It was intense, we had been good mates for a long time, never before had I killed someone like this, but as always, man kind will do what ever it takes to survive, Ted shot first. I knew he was about to fire, so I pressed my "E" key and lent to the side, his bullets wizzed past my head. He was out of ammo, I was not. "CONGRATULATIONS, Raptor Jesus, you have survived the Hunger Games! I wasn't expecting you do kill your friends like that, but you are a true survivor, name your prize!". I just looked up to where the voice was coming from, and said "go fuck yourself". I then disconnected, closed ArmA 2, and began to write this.

Was 42 days old. Lost a 51 day old character a while back to a haxor nuke. >:C

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