Hetstaine

Many,,,many times. I have worn out more shoes than Imelda Marcos has.

Part IPart II Part III Part IV I woke up sharply..i had crashed out in the shade of a tree after my run..fuck! It was dark as sin, a few stars pinholing the night sky. I checked my weapons, nothing missing, i had my dmr, my g36 and my g17. Rifling through the rest of my backpack i knew i had enough on hand for my final run, food, drink, bandages and a stack of ammo. Lets do it, no time to punk out just because the sun was gone. I checked my bearings, rose and started heading in a Westerly direction. Five minutes running and i saw a church silhouetted against the night sky..i made it out to be Pogorevka, i was on track. I headed in to Pog, hoping to find some flares or chemlights stashed so i could light the final part of my journey, slipped into the church quietly, avoiding a couple of shambling infected outside. In between the rows of pews i found exactly what i wanted, a pile of flares jammed underneath the old wood, amazingly i managed to fit twenty in my backpack amongst all of my other gear. A groan alerted me to a former citizen creeping up from behind, he took a bunch of rounds and i relieved him of a warm can of coke that i immediately cracked and skulled. My shots had alerted others so i waited for them to bunch inside and then bolted past the horde and out the door, running down the main street, darting right into a large field. Here i had to turn and take out a couple who gave chase, my weapon lighting up the night and the sound cracking across the open ground. Silence reigned again when the last body fell, i crouched and waited for my eyes to adjust and my hearing to fully come back...there were no more. I slunk away quietly until i was far enough away to illuminate the area ahead of me without attracting more infected, i threw a bunch of flares and finally sighted my destination.. Green Mountain, the massive radio tower perched on top of a large hill from where transmissions may or may not have been heard. Stories of random broadcasts, survivors trekking to and never returning, the mythical slenderman of pre-apocalypse internet fame..the place where i felt i must take my Dew. Why ? i did not really know, i just knew this was the place where i must find out if by drinking it i could lift the curse, somehow end this madness, maybe save Chernarus. At the very least i would relieve my mouth from the taste of coke and pepsi. I was sick of both. I crept closer to the treeline and popped a few more flares, they hardly penetrated the forest.. I hesitated, wished that one of the many empty Jacks bottles i had seen contained at least a hint so i could smash a hit, but no..the alcohol was always the first thing to go. Fuckers. I stepped into the red tinged forest and forced myself up the hill towards the tower, stopping every couple of metres and listening to the night noises . The swishing of the breeze through the trees could have covered a hundred unnatural sounds, someone or something could have been directly beside me and i would not have heard them. Twitching nervously I moved on through the inky blankness, cursing the sound my footsteps made on dried leaves and the snapping of twigs i could not avoid. The sky was my only light source now when it peeked through the canopy above, i was saving my flares for the area surrounding the tower when a shape slowly formed in front, despite myself i flicked the light on my G17.. The Tower..i was here. I swept across it with my light, an infected seemed to patrol one of the lower platforms, flicking left and right, raising his arms in weird gestures, he looked fucked up. I scanned my light down towards the entrance, a bunch of infected working their way out onto the road..some towards me.. No fucking around, i holstered my G17 and swung up my G36..party time bitches, ammo to spare. Fire spat from the end of the barrel, one infecteds chest pulverised by the impact, the rest running rapidly towards me I moved back slowly, spraying them, reloaded, fired again bringing more down, retreating but not panicking. Click click, empty again, reload, fire, click click..fuck! I never reorganised my ammo earlier and i had two mags on me with under ten rounds each..idiot! The rest were in my pack, no time now ! I was hit from behind by one and sent sprawling to the dirt, reopening my chin wound from my bicycle incident..you dirty mole! I slung the G36 and unholstered my G17, switched on the light, turned and fired, blew his face off. I needed to bandage my chin, it was pissing out everywhere and spoiling my only white shirt, i dived away into the bushes and hid behind a large fallen log. It seemed i had taken them all down as none followed so i slammed on a bandage to staunch the flow from my chin, then looking deeper in my pack saw the skinned rabbit from earlier. Man could i go some of that ! I piled up some twigs, lit up a bunch of leaves and cooked that dirty little demon within sight of the tower. Already having a mouthful of blood i decided ten seconds was a perfect sear time to remove any unwanted fur and shoved it into my mouth, dripping and hot, beautiful. I kicked some dirt on the fire and moved a stack of mags out of my backpack so i would not be caught out again. If i didn't get my shit together soon...fuck me! I headbutted a tree out of frustration and moved back up to the tower, popped a bunch of flares out, bolted straight through the gate and into the swarm of infected, started firing madly. The infected were coming from all sides and one had managed to get behind me while i was reloading, i took a hit to the back of my forehead and stumbled forward, clumsily pushing the new mag home. Just as i was about to pivot and fill him full of lead he hit me again and my foot caught in something solid on the ground as i was turning, i heard the sharp crack as something snapped, that something feeling like my fibula. I screamed out in pain and anger, not here..not fucking now ! I hit the ground hard ripping of my chin bandage, blood pissing everywhere, a group of infected was closing on me, i started panic firing madly, sweeping back and forth into them. The group was down, i needed to bandage and hit myself with some morphine so i could gather the strength to move my ass into the tower. Out in open i was fucked, plain and simple. Just as i rose to open my pack and smash a morphine some more infected appeared..one looked particularly serious, his eyes seemed tinged with green, maybe i was just freaking out. I started to raise my gun to get a bead on him when inexplicably i decided to change out for my G17, idiot ! he struck me a massive blow, knocking me sideways and i started to pass out...noooo..NOOOOOO !!! I lay there semi conscious, feeling the infecteds hideous hands on me as he crouched and started ripping at me, my eyes barely open , the world had become black and white, i could feel the life draining out of me.. nooooooo...i still had time if only i could get up.. move...i must have time to bandage..at least stop the blood flow..everything was going..blackness...i could hear a weird noise above growing closer..something beating the air..a great rushing sound...a desperate moan fell out of my mouth.. ... Airborne2- Ground this is airborne2 , come in. Ground- This is ground Airborne2- We have what appears to be flares near the tower on Green Mountain Ground- Roger, we have no units on the ground in that vicinity Airborne2- Copy, we will put down as close as we can and go in on foot Ground- Say again Airborne2- We are putting down and going in to investigate Ground- Roger that, will be awaiting your next Airborne2- Ten Four, Airborne2 out. The military chopper put down on the road halfway between Zelenogorsk and Pogorevka, a heavily armed man alighting and swiftly heading up the dirt road to the tower, the chopper hovered awaiting his return. Within the minute he had moved to the tower, hardly breaking a sweat, his m249 machine gun cradled and ready. The flare they had seen from above was now dead and the mountain was shrouded in darkness. He noticed several groups of dead infected, kicked one, still soft, not long dead. Ten or more littered the ground here, all stitched with bullet holes. The embers of a dying fire thirty odd feet down the slope amongst some logs still threw a tiny circle of light... Dafuq ? He moved in towards the main gate, LMG raised, finger lightly on the trigger. More dead infected just inside and still more as he moved quietly past the tower. Jezuz, someone had had a field day here and handed out a serious can of whupass..blood and chunks of body parts were strewn all over, it was like someone had thrown a handful of grenades into a pile of dead bodies. He became even more alert, fearful whoever it was that had created this massacre could not be far away. His breathing quickened. He stepped on something smooth and metallic, barely making a sound but to him he knew it was enough if anyone was listening, he froze.. crouched, his breathing quieter than a mouse. He looked down, a military weapon..G36..his eyes adjusting to the rubbish, clutter and bodies strewn all around him. He saw the weapon was slung on someones shoulder, he lowered further, someone who was not infected..still warm. He felt for a pulse..nothing. Poor bastard he thought, he must be the one responsible for this carnage, gone down fighting.. He removed the backpack and looked inside, eyes darting around making sure no infected lurked near, his hand coming in contact with a hard smooth cylindrical object deep inside. He pulled out the can of Mountain Dew, holy fuck..he had not seen a Dew for fucking months ! He placed it back in the pack, dug further and pulled out three flares, removed the caps and lit them one by one and throwing them, lighting a large area around him. He removed the backpack from the fallen body and slung it over his shoulder and then headed into the tower, climbing up the interior ladder to the first platform. What was the guy doing here ? Hoping for a working radio ? He stepped outside of the tower onto the platform that ran around it, noticing that the sun was just starting to push towards the horizon, his mouth was unbelievably dry. He placed the the fallen mans backpack down , knelt next to it..reached in and grabbed the can of Mountain Dew, popped the top. The sharp crisp noise seemed to echo across the the forest canopy and in that same moment a breeze picked up and rushed through the trees... as the cold wind hit his face he drew the can to his lips and drank. He didn't stop until the can was empty, belched as he pulled it away from his mouth, crushed the empty aluminium can and dropped it onto the grated platform floor. He wiped his lips and a smile creased his face, damn that was good. Back at the lone mans body he juggled a choice, never one to leave a buddy behind, even though he did not know this man he could tell from experience he had done some hard yards..it left a bad taste to leave him here, a meal for the infected. It was growing light and his unit remained in cover by day, he had no time to get him to the chopper, he grabbed his entrenching tool and dug a shallow grave in the soft damp earth, covered him as best he could... That will have to do, he stayed a few seconds more, looked at the mound in front of him and wondered if a few minutes earlier may have been enough to save him. As he lifted off in the chopper passing near the tower, heading back to their base of operations in the hills far to the North, he cast a last look downwards..wondering if he would ever know the story of the lone guy. The heli rolled slightly, pitched downards and gathered speed, he put his hand outside into the slipstream and appreciated the feel of the wind.

He was struck down in his prime, stinking of fresh rabbit.

Thankyou :) Indeed they are, the night feel in game is awesome.

The warthog is a work of art, yes... i am jealous. (x52pro hotas)

You did not make it past the magic 100 day mark :) but here ..have a can :emptycan:

Stay in the Friends screen for a little bit after you have added the name, sometimes it can take a minute or two. The server should pop up on the right (in the friends screen) showing what server the person is in. If it is not working for that particular name then have a look at the server list and pick a random name, add it and wait, see if that works, then at least you know it is working and you may have the spelling wrong or caps on or off etc.

Beans for both your losses. A moment of silence all. ..

Yeh right, as soon as i hand over the AB's i will start coughing like a bitch.

Last nights session i took down a uh1 and popped two guys who managed to get free after a hard landing and shoot my partner, damaged their other chopper while i was under fire that arrived on the scene to rescue their gear while i was reloading, pinged the guy who got out and was attempting to ambush me with a DMR and then popped the other team member at a decent distance while he was running. In the next half an hour i managed to die three times and lose all of my gear, break my legs trying to pass someone in a doorway and logged off with only a hatchet. Standard dayz player. From an 11 outta 10 to a -1.

^ I am desperately in need of a toolbox at the moment, i have never seen so many wheels in my life.

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I would rather dedicated servers myself, no argument there, and i have never been one to put my faith in someone because of a suit. Dean and Matt do not come across as suits to me, i know you are talking higher up the chain but it appears that it is still their show atm. From what Dean has displayed since the beginning in being as open as he has i believe he has the cheating at the forefront of his mind, and is doing everything he and the team can to make it as bulletproof as possible. Thats enough for me and many others, i don't expect a miracle..and i certainly am not going to demand anything. You generally come across as very cynical Gummy so hopefully you are in for a pleasant surprise. Hoping we all are.

I could see Fraggles eye starting to pop from here, sorry Fraggs :D I can see the points you have raised Gummy and to me they seem possibly valid, i say possibly because i am not fully familiar with how it all works, and i would imagine that the SA crew would have thought of your points from pretty much day 1. I also would think that the SA crew would obviously not be letting us all in on the complete setup so we are more than likely pissing in the wind at this stage. Paying for vanity type shit won't affect me as i refuse to buy hairstyles of any crap like that, plus it would leave a sour taste in my mouth playing barbieZ :) I reckon we just have to sit back and wait until it rolls out and see how it all works..or doesn't.

aaaaaaaaaaa zzzzzzzzzzzzzz hatchethatchethatchet killb+c profit

shoe bomber.

People like Aftershave are the only thing that make side chat worthy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 I woke up and took stock of my inventory..three fifths of fuck all. Wiping fir tree needles out of my eyes i realised i needed to get my shit together, i had been running with this dew like a bitch and getting nowhere, my weapons had been stolen, i was drinkless, had eaten the last of my food and could not shake my cough. Collecting some wood i lit a fire to warm myself, as soon as i felt my bones were warm enough so as not to break at the slightest mention of a rock or doorway i arose and moved out, my first plan of attack, secure a weapon and some antibiotics. I skirted the edge of Novy only entering one large house, here i found one mag for my G17 , a can of pepsi and a dented unopened tin of food, contents unknown, label missing. A scuffling noise behind me had me whirling, pistol drawn and reloaded. The priest from the previous day was sneaking up on me, his dress swishing beautifully about himself. I shot him right in his faith, and he crumpled moaning to the floor, i popped another sixteen rounds into him lest he rise again. Smashing down my pepsi and eating my surprise tin of food, the surprise was what looked, smelled and tasted like meaty chunks of dog, as the cold tough balls of gelatinised meat slid down my throat i thought had never felt so good. Woof woof baby ! I left the house and started to make my way to Stary where i thought i may be lucky enough to pick up a gun at the military encampment. Running over the brow of a hill i saw a downed helicopter..binoc'd it spotting nothing of interest but something nagged at me so i headed down for a look. A flash of dull mottled greens caught my eye under the tail boom..a larger backpack i had nearly missed as it blended in with the grass and leaves. Sweet, mine was tattered and worn, and a terribly boring shade of infant poo brown. I tried to grab it out but the backpack was firmly wedged, no matter which side i attempted to pull it from it refused to move, then an idea hit me, if the backpack could not moved, then the heli must. I swung my hatchet into action and chopped and hacked at the heli with all of my pepsi max given strength, each wild hack resonating across the fields with a larger than life..'tink'..and it was working. The heli slowly slid, inching sideways until the bag was revealed, i jumped down prone and swapped out bags. Realising i had forgotten to log this epic moment in my journal i reenacted it so the memory stayed fresh for when i put pen to paper later. After several more blows, my arms burning with the effort needed to move these several tons of dead metal with a wood chopping too, i headed towards Stary. Rolling into the tents i quickly scooped up an AK, a packet of cough saving anitbiotics, some MRE's and much needed ammo for my pistol. Not wanting to hang around to long as i could hear heli blades beating the air somewhere nearby i quickly hit the shops ditching a trail of infected, grabbed some more supplies and then legged it to the open fields again. In the plains behind Stary i spotted another smoking heli and then i came across the biggest Berezino Boar i had ever seen, possibly the biggest one outside of some oversized freak boar zoo. He was running in wild abandon, knowing nothing could possibly try and take him on, a Razorback King. I pulled out my binos for a closer look at this monster. as soon i settled on him he sensed me and turned, letting forth a great grunt he charged and i trembled, feeling the earlier eaten dog chunks wanting to vacate my body via the back door. I tightened my sphincter and took a deep breath, well over 9000 grams of tusk and muscle bearing down on me...this was no time for fear. I raised my Ak, sighted down the barrel, and gently squeezed.. A perfectly aimed single shot right between the eyes and the great beast slammed into the ground, sliding and creating a furrow with its massive snout. I timidly crept closer to him, wanting to take in his great beauty, smell his beastliness. I lay with him, observing the chopper as i sliced off some rashers that would made a butcher green with envy. Taking in as much mustiness as i could endure i moved on to observe the heli more closely.. Looked promising, two possibly high powered guns were strewn near the wreck. I ran in like a boss, confidence high after bringing down the razorback, hearing the distant heli blades still beating the air, needing to get to the wreck before they discovered it. I crouched around and scored a G36, a gun i was not familiar with but since there was a full box of magazines nearby i ditched the Ak. Moving around the other side all my dreams came true..i was reunited with my DMR. I moved the G36 to my backpack and cradled the DMR like a newborn, caressing it lovingly , licking the barrel..i snapped out of the trance the DMR had put on me and moved away, running for the trees, i must keep moving if i am to reach my planned destination before dark. I cannot arrive there after the sun has moved on. Jogging along casually, the DMR in my grip, my butt cheeks firm as i thrust myself forward..i knew i could take on anything this terrible apocalypse could throw at me today, and then of course, it did..a quick rushing movement caught my eye.. The Rogovo Rabbit, the Horrific Hare , the Bouncing Beast, there was no good name for this bad bunny. A reputation earned by many a horror story of broken legs and unconsciousness purely by just looking at this Rapid Rodent. I switched to my G36 , having ten stanag magazines i felt more capable than trying to put it down with my DMR for which i only had twenty rounds. Breathing calmly as i had with the Boar, i sighted the Anarchist Animal..and let loose ! Bullets flew all around it and the Beast simply dodged and turned on a dime, its clever woodland skills judging the shot and reacting accordingly, teasing me with its large and crazy eyes..and then i saw a piece of fluff fly..i had wounded it ! Surely know it was mine..then it changed direction straight into the path of my next shot, blood and meat flew upwards as it took the full force of a round, the impact skidding it across the dead field. Rabbit down. As with the Boar i approached it slowly, unsure if this was simply a trick and it would rise and gnaw me with its buck teeth, but no, its dead stare comforted me. Something in its lifeless eye caught my attention, i scoped it at close range to look into the evil pit of its blackness..and shuddered.. The Dew ! Imprinted on the eyeball..or deep within, fading as i watched. Was it even there or had i imagined it ? Was i going mad ? I had killed the Chernarus Five..was it over ? I thought not as things began to get weird around me. A pattering of feet made me look up , another Rogovo Rabbit rushed past me, blindingly quick giving me no time for a shot..hopping like the wind of a thousand tornadoes pushing it..i shit my dog chunks and ran in the opposite direction. I was thwarted in my attempt to escape as fiction became reality, a Balota Bull and Guglovo Goat teamed up to cut me off..the stories were true. They were working together.. I turned to escape but just as quickly they flanked me, the Goat making a move in my direction.. I pirouhetted gracefully as i had learnt in ballet yoga manly fightclub training, tried to outrun the goat as another Guglovo Gorer burst free from the bushes below me and trotted maniacly to cut off my escape ! I was nearly surrounded, sure to meet my death on the horns of a short haired killer, panic filling every fibre of my body ! I took my chance, throwing in a doubledubstep and dodged in between, feeling a horn graze and deflect off my tight butt cheek, all my senses heightened, sphincter firmly tightened. I was past the trap and outrunning the now slowing goats, i had enough adrenaline to fill a patrol pack and slightly overfill into an alice, i ran until i felt i could run no more, but amazingly i did. It seemed i never needed to rest, but i must. I came across a road, the road i knew that would lead me to my destination. Elated in my victory over the Big Five and my many close escapes i did a victory roll, caring not for who saw my mad happiness. I felt the worst was behind me, but i knew the real terror lay ahead. My next moves would spell success or failure in my Dew quest..i was on the final straight.

It hasn't been pretty.

10. Breaking your legs in the hospital does not mean you are in the clear.

I will be hunting down the dubsteppers, the 80's mainstreamers and helping Demongroover hang the Phil Collins aficionados from the tallest trees in Chernarus.

Running like a bitch. When i was heading up towards Berezino way, totally lost and looking for the coast to get my bearings. I broke free of some forest into an open field and heard a noise..a tractor was heading down a grass hill to my right and i was like..woooooah..it was one of the first vehicles i had seen..i didn't even know there was a tractor in game. Two dudes were running behind the tractor, i was like 'Yoohoo ! i'm over here guys !! hiiiiii fellow survivors !!' and just stood there with my mouth agape..the tractor moved towards me and then both guys opened up on me..i shit bricks and booked it back into the forest with bullets zipping all around me and managed to get even deeply more lost in a panic run to fuck knows where.

here we go...inb4Goering

Fuck..you really get into the swing of it once you start axing someone..Take that!..and that..and that..AND THAT! AND SOME MORE ! COP IT BIG FELLA !! ARRRGHHH CHOP CHOP CHOP!!!!

This old gem.