AlphaDogMeat .

Spawning in to the top floor of a mil loot site? Shoulda took the Bren...

A week ago maybe. Now all you pvp'ers going in with guns blazing end up: a. Back on the beach. or b. In here QQing about how everything's broken and the magic zombies are being beastly to you. . I love it.

Fair enough. Looks like it's back to CoD for you if you can't adapt your play style as the game develops; I used to loot towns with my gun ready, now it's my fireaxe. The devs have actually made it easier for you pvp'ers - axe-guy isn't going to shoot back is he? Or do you ease back on the trigger if you don't want to ring the dinner bell just yet? Decisions which previously bypassed the pvp'ers non-existent morality filter now get caught in their tactical one. Or, as is blindingly obvious from the amount of "ZOMG!! ZOBMIES IS TOO HARD!!1ONE1!!" posts, just result in complaints about how the (alpha - there, I said it) game is broken, the zeds are broken, the guns are broken, the loot is broken, the spawns are broken ad infinitum. Maybe the players are broken?

Obvious solution is obvious.

Cor blimey, Meery Porppins. Trust a bloomin' septic to try getting on my thruppeny bits.

Or cousins. Filthy little hack-installing, CD-stealing, trojan-loading, keylogging cousins.

It was pretty murderingest in a post-apocalyptic/Benny Hill way. Humming Yakkety Sax while it happened eased my conscience somewhat...

I'd like to see stray dog packs in and near towns. Highly mobile, too fast to outrun and very, very bitey, they can be aggro'd like zeds (LOS, movement etc.), and will occasionally visit locations known for carrion, e.g. sniper overwatch haunts.

Heh. I ran a train of 4 into an AFK newspawn on the beach near Solnichny last night, whilst I made my getaway...

Buy Left For Dead 2 then.

AP IEDs. String, gas cylinder, screwdriver, stone & match = burns and shrapnel injuries. Oh, and the noise, the horde-attracting noise... (Indoors only, considering all this rain we've been having recently.)

Will trade fire axe for banda... uhhh. FX: <thud>

OMG. The zobmies is serva hoppinz. We all gon dies.

Long pig FTW.

Do not anger the Jasper.

I disagree.

My initial thought exactly. On reflection, it shouldn't be too hard to check for this item in the player's inventory and then disable the ability to equip non-melee weapons if it exists. While I wouldn't doubt their intentions, I would question the sanity of anyone who wants to run around in SA identifying themselves as a mobile loot point (KoS sold separately. Some assembly required).

Just picked one up ten minutes ago in the mil base near Pavlovo.

Why, this isn't all about me after all. Je suis désolé.

I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking? It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making.

I reckon if you're lurking around new spawns, you deserve a punch to the head. Followed by a swift kick to your gentleman's vegetables.

Personally, in a game where it can take days to find a tin opener - quite possibly the most ubiquitous domestic utensil on the entire planet - the likelihood of spending entire sessions doing nothing but running around looking for zombie serum components isn't an appealing prospect. And because serum bandits = even more KoS play. Adding futile, mundane tasks is not the way to improve the game.

1. Itchy trigger finger. Spend more than 5 seconds looking through a scope and increase the chances of randomly firing and give away your position. 2. Pepper spray with a 2-4 metre range. Can be carried concealed in the hand. Blinds for 20-30 seconds. 3. Hunting rifles and ammo spawning in villages. 4. Merc contracts and bandit bounties. 5. Air freshener. I've been running round for 6 days eating fish, beans and spaghetti. No wonder I wear a gas mask. My farts should be able to take down a zed at ten paces.

ITYM "anywhere".

To clarify, I had the rifle slung and the axe out for zeds. 1 guy ran past the door just as I was exiting a house, and his mate joined him as I was saying I was a friendly. They both stopped and as I was putting up the axe to show friendly they came for me, swinging. After I'd put them down, I spend the next few hours half-blind as I learned about rebuilding blood and health and how difficult it is to find houses, food & drink when you can't even read the road signs.