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Well thank fuck you're here to get BI squared away where all the others who have complained about these same things countless times have failed.

Because what the world needed was another empty accusation on the promises of the game deliverables that will result in nothing at all. Carry on.

Great, you read the agreement and missed the sarcasm. Whaddyaknow.

Me thinks someone didn't read the agreement. Oh- wait...

You mean we can't justify robbing banks because some people lose money in the stock market? Preposteriorous.

Later yesterday in a separate session we got BAM- one of our original members- back from his vacation and he was working around Novo when he found a large truck garage with locked doors and a military tent on the inside. He didn't have a lock pick kit and was hesitant to start banging away on the door without backup so I headed to him directly. He covered me as I made my way to one of the doors and used a lock pick kit to gain entry. There was a single military tent with a camo net so I went in to take a look around and see what sort of spoils we could plunder. I was in my light character with large backpack with loads of storage for almost anything... A car door, a couple of cord reels and some other utterly useless items occupied the top spaces- but I'm no dummy... I know how much can be held at the very bottom several scrolls down and out of sight... Some forget to look waaaaaaaaaaaaay down there. Nothing. "I'm tempted to grab the tent but I don't think we can run and carry the military tent... I'm hesitant to try and steal this now on a full server." "Fuck." "But we do need the camo netting for our own base so..." I helped myself to that, headed back out and locked the door behind me. I then headed up the hill to the north and parked near a tree. I saw BAM crouched beside the building which was a bit disorienting to me since only moments before he'd been providing cover from a nearby wall. He's always messing around so I figured he was just checking something else out through the window. Then he shot at me... missing by a couple feet. Then again- still missing. I laughed out a little at first thinking he was just trying to keep me on my toes. "Ha- you couldn't hit me if you tried." "That's not me shooting at you!" "Holy fuck!" The 4th or 5th shot hit me just as I started to sniper shuffle down the hill to cover. As I was running from my perch I could see BAM hustling towards the gunfire with his weapon up. It's always awesome having him around since he let's his balls do the talking and I just help him get geared up after. Zombies agro'd on BAM but they also agro'd on the other dude. He'd apparently taken shelter in his base where we had him surrounded. By the time I'd snuck over to a door and unlocked it to rush him with BAM he'd combat logged. We figured we'd have about 3 minutes before he ghosted us so we left and headed over towards Svet. Once in Svet we looked around for nails and other helpful items- finding none. At some point BAM agro'd a few zobs near the church in the middle of town and he took shelter inside. I ran over to take on one that was at the door and managed to stab it in the solar plexus a few times. It went down and I stood over it to check its inventory when I was hit at LEAST once by a bullet... I immediately started my shuffle to cover but had no idea where the shot originated. I was bleeding badly and retreated to the double red behind the church. I was pretty sure the shot had come from the west so I felt reasonably safe not locking the door after I went inside. I was unable to track any zobs running to the gunfire. "My guy is glitching... I can't interact with anything. I'm going to log out and come back." "I'm healing... I can hear a guy reloading." I could hear zobs below me but I wasn't putting together that the guy was in the back of the church with the door now closed so the zobs were just tracking him through the building (which is stupid, btw.) "I don't know if I'd log back in on this server with this guy nearby... probably just leave it alone." "Already coming back." "Okay... is that you reloading?" "Yeah I'm back and reloading." "Did you just rack your weapon?" "No." "Is that you reloading again?" "Yes." "What about now?" "No... that's him." "Holy fuck." So confused since the sounds were coming from the exact same place. Suddenly there was a burst of about 20 shots in full auto- "I got him! He was right here just behind me the whole time!" I raced around the corner and into the church to see BAM standing beside the guy he shot... I was about 20 feet away when suddenly the guy started moving to stand up with a weapon in his hand. A couple more shots and the guy rag dolled this time. "Oh yeah," I said as I looked through the guy's gear, "I forgot to tell you that in this latest patch people can be knocked unconscious and don't always die." "Thanks tips." The guy had lots of gear but mostly things of little consequence... I took a can opener- And a thigh bone to feed to him later.

The Helpy Helpers has welcomed a couple new members to the group so we've spent the last few nights getting acquainted and learning the ins and outs of base building. I've commented on how that process is coming along in a couple different threads but suffice to say many hands still don't make light work. I couldn't imagine trying to build a base on an official server single handed... just trying to get the nails has been an enormous turn off. I'm ready to offer an SVD for 10 boxes of nails. Actually... might not be a bad idea. I'll have to think about that. Anyway- in addition to working on the base (all your base, your base, your base... all your base are belong to us) we've had a few interesting encounters... well, interesting to me. Starting yesterday morning I was going to meet a new member we'll call 850. He is brand new to the game and the entire brand so to start with we needed to figure out where he was on the map. On one hand I just wanted him to screen shot and share with me or I'd just look over his shoulder through steam- but I wanted him to be lost for a little while. He was killed a couple times by zobs and I sensed he was getting a bit annoyed by that so I helped figure out that he was actually quite close to me. I started making my way into Berezino near one of the guard shacks when I heard some footsteps on the other side of a wall. The guy that came around the corner was tac'ed out with assault helmet and visor, high cap vest and some fancy pants- and he had the skull balaclava on which on normal occasions is intimidating but with the assault helmet on it looks like the player is wearing a ball gag. I saw that once and have never been able to wipe that from memory... every time I see the combination I can't take it seriously anymore. Anyway- besides that I was standing there looking at a pretty heavy character who had more than enough hardware on his shoulders to chop me into little bits and feed me to 850. I kept my distance. He kept his distance. "I don't want any trouble," I said. "I'll keep back from you. I'm just going to meet up with my buddy." "Okay. Do you need anything?" "No man, I'm good." I'm dressed as a shaved fresh spawn... stock clothing, stock shoes... I have a beanie and a relatively common civilian backpack and carry everything internally to minimize the perceived risk- but I have some tricks up my sleeve and I kind of wanted this guy's high cap vest. My finger was tickling the "3" key... and my mind was formulating the muscle twitches needed to draw the weapon, focus it on him and shoot him in the face 14 times to save me from having to travel up to Tisy to get my own. But that's not who I am... First of all I'm quite certain given my track record that 13 of those 14 rounds would have gone into the vest and ruined it while the 1 left over probably would have hit 850 somehow and killed him. Then I would have felt terrible that this lone guy- literally the only other guy on the server- had trusted me enough to not even pull a weapon... he offered me supplies thinking I was new. I couldn't possibly do it. I'd feel shit and not very helpy helpery. We go "Helper Skelter" sometimes to keep our skills up but this isn't one of those times. I thanked the guy and we wished each other good luck. 850 was working his way past the lumber mill and agro'd a zob or 2... then it was 4. "I'm in trouble!" he reported over discord. "I don't think I'm going to make it..." "I am right around the corner- I'm coming!" I could hear the zobs in the batting cage just around the corner along the main road... I was running and running- I came around the corner and could see 850 dancing and weaving until finally he'd had enough and dropped onto the ground to do the posturepedic polka complete with a zob cheering section. "I'm dead-" 850 sighed deeply... but I kept running forwards- getting ready with my 3 key again. "Dead or just unconscious... I can revive you!" "No it says 'You are dead' on the screen." "Fuck." Of course in running towards him I'd agro'd a zombie or two which again got the attention of those now hovering over 850's corpse. My endurance indicator was dried up from the run over and now I had some work cut out for me. I was going to learn how to bleed... a lot. I contemplated pulling my .45 but hesitated... a whisper in the back of my mind reminded me that the other character was nearby and if went loud there was a good chance the next time we talked would be a little more one sided. I managed to duck into a shed with a single zob... which I was able to manage with a few quick swipes of a kitchen knife. Zombies all around me were agro'd and I knew I was running out of alternatives to trying let them in one at a time to zob mash them or maybe try and wait them out... I was admiring the 20th splitting axe I'd seen in the last 5 minutes when I started hearing the distinctive sound of a melee weapon being united with teeth and ribs... "I got them!" someone said... "Just stay in there!" Ball gag (sorry, I just can't not see it anymore) had arrived to save the day- I stepped out the opposite side of the shed to see him waving a weapon of some sort (probably a splitting axe of course) like a purebread mercenary... he got rid of most of them and I took one with my knife. I was very careful to keep my distance from him for fear of striking him by accident... and with my weapon pulled I knew I'd be a threat to him so I immediately backed away from him and put my weapon away. "Thanks man... that's my dead buddy on the road there so I guess he's back on the coast." Silence was his reply. I stammered on, "Oh yeah... I guess we're already on the coast so... I guess uh... he's just somewhere else on the coast?" He turned and trotted off and back out of sight...

Well colour me surprised! He is still listening. :)

That was 3 years ago. Not sure he cares anymore.

I see them often but don’t bother with them. Not worth the batteries or the space. I’m absolutely certain nobody in any server I’m on has anything to say that I give a fuck about.

Hmmm... good question. Might be worth a bug report. Im heading in shortly and we can discuss.

Your optimism is intoxicating.

Found 4 in a completed car. Win win.

You’re the first person I heard was reset. What hive was the character in?

This brings up the question whether or not with these new injuries if punching infected more than a few times with bare hands will lead to a curable infection of some sort... I don't know if I've ever seen mention of something like that being implemented.

A small pocket of the Helpy Helpers leaned towards the Mayhem side of the scale a couple nights ago and headed into Berezino to pick a fight. We do, after all, need to preserve some measure of PVP skills if we're going to expect to protect ourselves in the act of protecting others. This didn't go so well for us in the end and a few guys were killed. My problems were more glitch related but still resulted in me losing most of my gear. In the process of going back to vacuum our loot back up we ended up crossing the NEAF. The server was a mid pop we'd joined since it was daylight so we were traveling casually but keeping a lookout for opportunities to interact with someone. We'd just crossed one of the runways heading towards the radio tower between Kransnostov and Olsha when one of our group stopped... "Did you guys hear that?" Usually if it's a gunshot someone calls it out- this was something different. "No..." "Like a voice? I'm sure I heard a voice." "Okay crazy person..." "I hear dead people," another mocked a la Sixth Sense. We continued on our path jogging at a normal rate for another minute. "Hey guys," a meek voice called out. "Hello?" WTF?! Everyone yanked weapons out and turned to see a character at the fringe of voice range crouching and standing up quickly to try and get our attention. He had a long gun on his back. We surrounded him and started sniper shuffling. He stood still. "Hey kid- you need anything? Any food or water?" He had a field backpack on so we figured he'd probably be fine but we had no other idea as to why he approached the 3 of us. "No I'm okay... you can kill me if you want to- I don't care." He sounded like a young Eeyore. "Well... if you WANT to be killed to spawn somewhere else we can do that..." "No that's okay, I'm good." "Okay well you go the other way for awhile and don't pull your gun." "I just need to get a drink first..." Felt like a delaying tactic so we started to bristle a little bit. We watched with great focus as the item he retrieved was an actual water bottle and not a sidearm or USG. "You know it took a lot of balls to come over to you guys... I don't want to hurt anyone." "It did... you're lucky we don't KoS- but be careful out there, many people do." "I know." "Alright kid- see ya. Good luck out there." We were pleasant but cautious with this young player and we turned to carry on our way. 30 seconds later it was clear the kid was still following. A couple of us branched off to deal with him while the third pulled into some cover to overwatch. I was out of voice range at first, but the other guy was getting just a smidge annoyed. "Kid, we get it but seriously... we don't want you following us around." "Can I join you guys? I'm just looking for a group." "We're sure you can find another group somewhere, but right now we're not taking in total strangers." The fact that he was bordering on a squeeker wasn't working in his favour as I imagined him licking his chops at the prospect of all the hardware he'd come across. Then again I guess anyone would have been. The kid eventually relented and started serpentining his way back to the south west and out of site. It was a good interaction and we talked about it quite a bit afterwards. "He could have killed us all before we even knew he was that close to us." "Yup." The remainder of our trip into Svet was uneventful... but we hope the kid finds a group.

Sure Kobe- I'll send you a quick PM and we'll have a chat.

We’re looking for experienced or new mature players who abhor the killing of fresh spawns (or lightly geared players) for no reason. It’s not a Suicide pact... we take precautions but let’s let it play out. We’re looking for players who are willing to carry around a little extra gear to hand out to those in game who are new and can use a hand... We’re looking for players who are either willing to share knowledge or willing to learn and get much of their in-game enjoyment from either. Ultimately what we’re looking for is the player who isn’t about killing everything they see, is anxious to help those who need it and kill those who deserve it. We have guys with thousands of hours and we have guys with around 100 hours- but we share a mentality of wanting to play the game out beyond simple PVP. We play official public servers... but some also play on the community public / private servers too with the same mentality. Most of us are in our 30s-40s but we have some younger and some older. We'd prefer folks who are at least 25 but definitely no younger than 18. Message me if you’re interested... there are plenty of people out there new to the game who need all the help they can get and others looking to prey upon them who need a dirt nap. Looking forward to having some more help.

All of them seem to be disappearing on me after a single use. I submitted a bug report on this about a week ago thinking it was only those items that I picked up without putting in my inventory but now it’s anything I use whether it’s given to me, picked up off the ground and used immediately, picked out of my inventory and used on items I take off or leave on. I tried a file integrity check (which turned up nothing that I can tell) but it kept happening. Anyone else having similar issues?

Okay that's good to know- I'll do that from now on. Thanks Odin!

Not sure if you shot it and tried to get any meat from it... but I'm curious since the last one I took down and cut up for BBQ ended up evaporating on me. They're as rare as helicopters since I got back in the game.

EXACTLY... Fool me once shame on me but when brand new kits are evaporating after a a single use on damaged equipment something else is afoot. Strangely I can get people to fix my stuff and it doesn't impact them yet every time my current guy touches these things they disappear.

Yes, you were. Red hydration bar = dehydrated. Pro tip: Don't run straight to a military base from the coast without managing hydration / food. I'm not sure if saline ever actually combated thirst though the way it's worded in the wiki it's misleading... I remember it contributed to blood volume but at a different rate than blood bags.

Easiest way is probably a service like imgur or tinypic- assuming they can be used... seems to me one of them is allowed and the other isn’t but I can’t remember which is which. Youd basically just upload them to the service and use the IMG link provided there directly onto the board or insert it into the “insert other media” for insert image from url... just make sure not to use the code for posting to message boards and then post that link to insert other media. Not sure what your level of savvy is so I hope I didn’t just confuse you- if you’re unfamiliar I’ll be a bit more thorough next time around.

Some of the initial feedback I’ve been reading in the current experimental branch thread suggests that zobs are a more tangible threat though not necessarily because of ai improvements.