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Well I was referring to the OP but seeing how you pooped all over my shitty joke I guess it works for you as well.

Well in a written post you come across as a bit of a douchebag, so I presume you probably sound like a douchebag in game as well.

Wait til you see how we lose the chopper :P

You're in a truck? Maybe they heard the truck and they'd just stumbled across the camp?

Two screens champ! Then I never have to alt tab!

Specious reasoning. Bandit skins were poorly implemented and they didn't really work. Survivors who earned them in Self-Defence were placed in a position where they had no choice but to start killing on sight (because they were suddenly shoot on sight targets) and Bandits who earned the skin couldn't ever reform because they were placed in a position where KOS was necessary. As always, you only count amongst the friendly people those who you actually met. You're not taking into account all the people you never saw who let you live.

You had nothing and you were in Cherno with a broken leg. You asked for help. Seems to me like you got help.

AS50 for sure.

There's no way to stop it and not really any good way to police it. Better off just accepting it for what it is, adjusting your survival techniques accordingly and moving on.

lol quick get hostile and justify your hoarding bullshit with some lame excuse about other people hoarding. With your wonderful argument I'm now a changed person and I don't want your shitty hoarding camp to get reset at all. Wait a second.

5 dudes hoarding all the vehicles on the server what a bunch of legends! I hope your camp gets reset.

shhh no tears only dreams now

This one time I gave this guy I'd just met who had nothing at all in the world a gun and then he shot at me. Needless to say, I was shocked.

Because OA is the version that keeps being updated maybe? Who cares. They deserve your money.

Woah weirdest thing, something similar happened to me! I think it's like a cult or something. Had just left Staroye after getting some much needed foods and was about to cut through the field to the NorthWest when I saw a dude in a ghillie standing in the middle of it not moving. I watched him for a few minutes and he didn't move, and while I was watching I got to see that he had a L85. I'm like Oh hells yeah, he's AFK! but I only had a hatchet on me, so I sneak around to outside his peripheral vision and close in. When I'm like 10 metres out I stop even crouching and I just start to sprint, and the dude turns around and starts talking over direct chat. His gun's still lowered, so I'm thinking "well fuck it, I'm gonna take his shit anyway" and he starts out with. "We all have a story and mine is one of struggle that never quite ended in triumph. All I have now is this rifle, this set of gear and the deaths of my closest friends on my hands. We had been the proud team of Elektro PD, the warriors who had kept the streets of Elektro safe from the bandits on hill 175 and the would be bandits raiding the supermarket for gear. We spent so much time setting up channels to make sure we could focus our fire in specific areas, all in the hopes that somehow we'd make it a safe city once more. We identified those who shouldn't be in Elektro with the ferocity of a jaguar, our spirit animal and the symbol of our group. Alas, instead of making Elektro safe our efforts had the opposite effect. The bandits - those parasites who feed on the goodness of others - banded together to stop us. They used a different server to ours to co-ordinate their attacks, and when they logged in we were immediately in trouble - and we knew it. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and she said 'you're movin' with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air.'" Harrowing.