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After a successful pillage at the NW airfield where I kept watch over my m8's from a safe distance through the optics of my AS50, my friend and I decided to take a short break to piss and grab more mtn dew and disconnected in a field near vybor. When I rejoined the server about 10 minutes later, I was horrified to see a flash and glimpse of where I was about to spawn, the mawfukin debug plains, and then the player list with a death marked up next to my name. I quickly ended the process from the control panel in a desperate attempt to preserve my fate with my AS50 and l85A2 AWS. I then rejoined to once again rage at finding myself spawning in the ocean, so I ended the arma task once again and prayed to the unforgiving DayZ gods to save my soul. I rejoined another server to find myself in the water about 20 feet from some marsh, so i started swimming and was ecstatic to find my gear had not been lost! Then I realized I had safely made it to an island, and the actual coast was about 40 yards away across more treacherous ocean. I figure out that the game has teleported my character to the islands outside of kamyshovo. So Im sitting on the damn island trying to decide what to do, I am afraid of losing my gear in the water and wondering if i will get teleported somewhere else if i keep leaving and rejoining. I decided to be a guardian angel and put the AS50 to work shooting the zeds chasing after the unarmed survivors running along the coast. Suddenly I am killed and notice every other person on the server was killed as well, mawfukin hackers! So I spawn in Krutoy Cap and high-tail it back to kamyshovo, swim across the water, grab all of my gear that is still there fortunately, and make a break for it across the water. Somehow all of my gear was still there when i reached the other side and sprinted to some trees to d/c before i got killed by the massdeath hacker again. For once, against all odds, the game was unable to fuck me with all of its slimy ways of doing so. NOT TODAY DAYZ, JAMAL GUN' KEEP HIS SWAG! I don't even know how I ended up not losing my loot after all that. So does water not devour loot anymore or what?

last stand

something i doodled in lecture instead of paying attention/

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joined server and discovered a burning rubble that used to be the bolata airfeild. Was suddenly and silently killed and saw a player under the map in a ghillie suit when the camera tilted after i died. Took some screens of a player who was on with a really really high ping. Idk if a ping of 900-1000 proves hacking but it seems pretty fishy. dudes name was kevorkien or something, its in the screens as well as the burning rubble of bolata [attachment=1427] [attachment=1428] [attachment=1429]

aiyds Date/Time: 6am GMT, Sunday June 16th What happened: Spawned in complete darkness with a guy walking toward me with a glowstick, and the sound of gunfire very close by. Disconnected thinking it was some funny business. Reconnected and was dead before the loading screen was finished. Where you were: In the woods behind the bolata air strip. What you were doing: Logged off of previous server because friend told me 1.7.1 had been released. Downloaded the update and finally got a spot in a server. Then that happened. *Current installed version: 1.7.1 *Server(s) you were on: US1 *Your system specs: Windows 7 Ultimate (SP1) - Intel Core 2 quad q9550 - 8GB RAM - Video Card: gtx 460 *Timeline of events before/after error: Like previously stated.

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[attachment=984] [attachment=985] [attachment=986] Felt pretty swagged out until last night. Now the prized possessions of a lucky bastard with fast reflexes and an even faster trigger-finger.

Well, I had amassed my wet-dream fantasy gear setup for stealth-action bad-ass swag hunting. I had accumulated my gear from a few extremely lucky finds at bolata and a body I found in the cherno market that I will refer to as "Dead Jesus," due to the loot I found on the poor man who's death is a mystery, even to myself. Within 2 days on the character, I had nvg, rangefinder, e-tool, gps, knife, compass, map,watch, matches, hatchet,binocs; 2 antibiotics, 2 bloodbags, epi,morphine,bandages,steaks,canteens; coyote; m4 holo with grenade launcher, over 8 mags, 4 he nades(another 6 in the tent), an m24 rifle with 4 magz, an m9-silenced with a few magz. And all this in the comfort of my ghillie suit. I knew my luck was going to run out. After providing overwatch with my nvg and m24 for my m8, newer and not as blessed by the zone as I, while he looted bolata, he had to log out for the night. Seeing as the night was so young and I had my shiny toys to play with, I decided to head north alone for new adventures. After silently looting the NW Airstrip and the Stary military camp as an unseen ghost, I began heading back toward my m8's last position in a round-abt manner through novy. It was one of those DARK nights and the server had around 3 other players at the time since it was about 430am CNT. and I didn't want to take any chances. The last building along the outskirts of the town I noticed as I was heading out to make my way back to the woods and log off for the night was a 3 story barn I recalled as the same barn I previously fell and broke both legs/unconscious/bled-out in on my last character. Something told me to just pass it up, but the greed had other ideas. I casually walked into the barn and as soon as I caught the faint shimmer of a chemlight reflecting on the wall from the opposite side of the barn(the fucking moonlight had been playing tricks with the nvg all night), a lone shotgun blast rang out and ended it all before I got my wits. The chances of one of the other 2 players in the whole damn map, and my nvg not picking up the light before I walked in....that fucking barn is cursed. Oh well, cheers to the lucky son of a bitch that just had christmas, nice shooting and enjoy my shit and put it to good use. I'm sure he busted a nut on my bloody corpse when he looted it. It was hard not to put a noose around my neck after that, but I admit defeat due to a slip of caution on my part and a worthy foe with quick reflexes, dead-aim, no-hesitation, and a chunk of luck. Greed seals all fates. The gear.