Remy (DayZ)

Yep, people are idiots. If you can't join'em, beat'em.

Other players...until I started killing them first that is. While I'd like to befriend my fellow survivors, there are just too many out there that shoot first, no questions asked. If you can't join 'em, beat 'em ;)

The following entries are based on actual in-game events: Day 1 The last thing I remember was jumping over the side of a large oil tanker that had set sail off the coast of Providence, Rhode Island a few weeks ago…maybe more now, as I have no idea how long I have been unconscious. One night, the tanker had become engulfed in flames, so it was either burn to death or drown…I chose the latter. It seemed like a great idea at the time: board the oil tanker with enough food and supplies to last our group of 35 strong a year’s time and wait until the infection had run its course, then find port somewhere and start over. I made a quiet promise to myself to think harder on the set of occurrences that lead me to be lying face down in the surf in the middle of the night on the coast of Fuck-Knows-Where. Dragging myself further inland and into some low-lying brush, I manage to shrug off the small backpack that mysteriously clung to my back with the same desperation as I to the driftwood I rode to shore on and felt around inside for anything useful. As luck would have it, the very first thing my hand found purchase on was a flashlight. Before turning on the flashlight inside of my pack to see what else is inside, I stop and listen to the sounds around me. The waves crashing on the shore, the wind blowing through the brush surrounding me and the distant sound of some type of unknown group of insects was all I could hear. The welcome lack of any kind of moaning and/or growling penetrating the darkness gave me the confidence to turn the flashlight on, being careful to keep it as far into the pack as possible in order to minimize its visibility. Inside the pack I found a bottle of painkillers with a dozen pills…which I immediately ate 4 of in order to remedy my pounding skull, a pair of binoculars, one sealed pack of bandages, and not much else. After a few minutes, I mustered the courage to get up, look around, pick a direction and set off along the shoreline, keeping my flashlight off and instead using the moonlight as far as it would take me on the edges of this unknown land. Day 2 Entry 1: I walked along the beach for about an hour and came up on a small residential area just as the morning sun was beginning to rise. Along the way I began to lose fear and gain confidence, because I had yet to see anyone or anything that may or may not want to eat my face…until now. About a hundred yards off, I could see the shambling, uneven movement of about half a dozen infected. They always look the same: rotted faces lurching forward towards the ground, as if retracing their steps while looking for something precious recently dropped…but never to be found. Their slow, methodical plodding is what made this infection so deadly, as they look pretty harmless, until they noticed someone who hadn’t yet been bitten. The infection gives them superhuman speed, which is what caught so many by surprise and lead to so many deaths so quickly. The key is to stay low, quiet and hidden, as their sense of smell seems to no longer have any use. I managed to get into a few of the homes and find some supplies: a can of sardines, a can of beans, a can of Pepsi, an unfilled canteen, and what appears to be a new little girl’s diary with a pen attached to it. I was starving and thirsty, so I ate the sardines (blech!) and choked them down with the Pepsi. Even though I could hear their groans outside of the small house I was in, I have learned over these past few months since the outbreak to tell that these were the sounds of docile infected…and they posed little threat to me in this state. With a full belly and a safe place to rest, I decided to at least try and get some shuteye. Entry 2: Well, if there was ever any debate as to the infected being attracted to snoring, I just put that shit to rest. It’s getting dark again, which indicates that I have been asleep for about 11 hours. I guess I needed it. I’m just happy I didn’t wake up dead. Before the sun sets, I was able to write about yesterday and today in this diary I’ve found. I think it will help me to keep my sanity (what’s left of it), as well as allow me to keep notes on the infected and a working inventory list of my supplies. I’ll head out in the morning, and hopefully find something to defend myself with...preferably something that dispenses large amounts of lead at high speeds. I’ve seen a few broken down military vehicles, so I may get lucky. Day 3 My hands are still shaking as I write this, so forgive my jagged penmanship. Just before morning, I headed east along the coast to see what else of use I could find for myself. Things weren’t looking great, until I found a serviceable axe inside a fire truck sticking half out of the ocean. I spent a moment swinging and familiarizing myself with my new found defense, then continued east between the main road that hugged the coast and the shoreline. After about 2 hours, I stumbled upon a sizable town with dozens of multi-storied buildings. On my way into said town I noticed a street sign, though the language and letters appeared to be some form of Russian or Czech. The sign read, “Elektro-blah3blah-Czech-7blah,” so let’s just go with “Elektro.” The infected were everywhere, but I was doing my best ninja impression and was able to avoid them, at first. As I rounded the corner of a house in a slow, crouched jog, I literally bumped my face into the ass of one of these god damn things. I’m not sure who was more surprised, but this infected let out its “dinnertime!” scream. I managed to cut the scream short with an axe to the infected’s skull, but not before it had notified the other 20-30 in the area. Having to abandon the crouch jog and burst into a full sprint, I headed towards a nearby grocery store. Normally, I would be very quiet and careful upon entering a building, but there was no time for that. The doors were likely shatter resistant glass, but the door on the right was spider-webbed pretty severely, so I took a chance and slowed just enough so I could throw the axe at the door. When the axe hit the door, the bottom half shattered completely as I dove through the new opening. I got to my feet quickly and scrambled to the back of the small market, having to leave the axe behind for now. You see, the infected have a very short attention span, so if I was able to stay hidden and quiet for a few minutes, they would just forget about me and wander off, continuing their never-ending search of lost heirlooms. As I sat in the darkness of the corner of the store, my eyes began to adjust to the point where I noticed a corpse in military fatigues propped up on the bare shelf adjacent to me. I sat in silence for a time, until I felt confident enough that the infected had forgotten about me. Lady luck smiled upon me once again as I looked inside the dead man’s pack with my flashlight. A box of matches, a hunting knife, a watch, a map of the surrounding area…and an AK-Fucking-47 with 3 30round clips! Sweet fucking Jesus I have a chance!!! Before the fallout, I had never even held a gun, but it’s amazing how fast you can get good at something when your life depends on it. Much of my time on the oil tanker was spent learning and training about fighting and weapons, as about half of our group was National Guard. I loaded the weapon, made sure the safety was off, and then froze. I heard several soft, careful footfalls in the aisle next to me. These were not the erratic, spastic footsteps of something reanimated…this fucker was alive, and hunting me. Aside from weapons, another thing I learned along the way is that the biggest threat to my survival was other people. I readied my newfound weapon and waited. As his head slowly crept around the corner I pulled the trigger, but I didn’t realize the machine gun was set to full-auto. I unloaded the entire clip into his left eye before I was able to release my petrified finger off the trigger. Needless to say, I don’t think he’s going to pull through. All the stupid son of a bitch had on him was the axe I dropped, which I promptly stuffed in between my backpack and my back. Oh, that would have been some ironic shit indeed if I had been killed with the object not moments ago helped saved my life. I didn’t wait around to see if my scared, stupid Rambo ass had alerted every infected in the entire town, so I slowly opened the rear service door, looked to make sure the coast was clear, and headed north out of town, into the woods.

LOL so angry

For the first 2 weeks I played I never shot at another player, and always said in direct comms, "don't shoot I'm friendlah!" This behavior netted me a character that never got past 4 hours old. Since I started shooting everyone I see, I have had this character for 5 days (about 20 hours played). This makes me sad, because I have met a few nice people in game, but I'd rather live a longer life, than have a 5 minute chat before getting shot in the back of the head.

I can confirm that, for those who are using Crossfire, that disabling it corrects the issue for now.

I'm having some crazy screen flashing going on when running through the woods. It goes from so dark to so bright, I still have spots in my vision as I type this. I thought it was due to my upgrading to Crossfiring two cards yesterday, but it's good to know others are seeing the same thing.

Well said Buzzo. Running from and losing zombies is a lot of fun. I hope we never start with a gun again

I love this update. Great job I haven't been this into a game in years. The only thing I'm having an issue with is broken bones and not being able to find morphine.

Karma's a b*tch, as they say.

The black loading screen of doom is back it seems. Well, for me at least.

So many ppl asking about a sound fix... Audibility = the ability to hear sound, ya jackwagons.

Thanks Rocket!

Of all the items there are to loot in this game, cans of food and soda are still the hardest for me to locate. Food especially.

I hated the no guns to start thing at first, but now I prefer it. Once Rocket fixes the insane zombie bath salt aggro, I think people will start to enjoy the game again. Here's hoping for tomorrow! :)

Nice post. I love your quote at the end as well. I'm learning quickly that being nice gives you a shorter shelf life.

Hooray for hopefully not disconnecting every 20 minutes! Thanks Rocket you are fast.

Hey gang, I'm going linkdead on servers since the patch every 5-10 minutes, when previously I had very rarely lost connection. I've tried multiple servers. Any suggestions?

well glad to see i'm not alone. i looked for a bigger thread on this issue, but didn't see one. could just be because i haven't had my coffee yet.

All of my concerns about patch 1.7 have been addressed. This game is shaping up nicely. Thanks for all of your hard work on making the best game I've played in years. About MELEE: How about adding Mag-Lite flashlights to the list, so we can see in the dark and smash zombies in the face at the same time? :)

I agree with you. A pistol, 2 clips, a bandage and a backpack. That's it. No food or water.

NO There is a fine line between game and simulation that the creator(s) of this mod need to tread upon. They crossed the line with this patch. Too sim, not enough game.

I'm having the same problem as of about an hour ago. I jumped off of a server because it was pitch black to hop on another one, when I noticed I had an Update on the DayZ Updater. Since I've clicked that update, I can't get on any server. I completely uninstalled/reinstalled the SixLauncher. No change.

Hey all, My targeting reticle is missing on my pistol today. The green indicators still show up for available loot on the ground or when I'm out of ammo. is there a way to toggle it? i didn't see it in the options. I am playing on a "regular" server. Thanks so much