krazypenguin

As always, great video :-) I apologise for possibly necroing this thread - not sure if it's ok in these forums to post in a thread that's not been accessed in a month but I wanted to offer my thoughts on this weapon. I cannot comment on what happens in your video, it looks like you hit him at least 3 times before he drops, which seems very wrong to me. But my experience of this compact shotgun is very different and it is fast becoming one of my favourite weapons in the game. For someone like me who cannot shoot to save his life (in this game at least) I need something that will drop an infected at close range without missing and in one shot - and this weapon does exactly that for me. I've currently got a 100% hit and one shot kill record using this gun with something like 2 dozen infected killed. I even think I might have managed to kill 2 with one shot once - it was difficult to tell as there were six after me and they starting glitching through the floor but after only 5 shots nothing was moving (I really must work out how to record my sessions for later review). In fact, that's the only disadvantage of it that I can see - the 4 round limit can be a problem sometimes. I also think it has one other advantage which is that it's pretty hard for other players to spot it when slung over your back - so for a non-agressor (like me) I think it helps to put other players at ease when they don't see a rifle slung over your back. Or, conversely for a bandit, it can lure people into a possible false sense of security. Anyway, keep up the good work, looking forward to more videos!

There's a fantastic military base to the East of Kamensk and North West of Svergino, hidden in a forest. It's one of my favourite places in Chernarus, not because of the loot, but because it's so beautifully modelled. It's overgrown, the walls are all broken and crumbling - it really looks like a place that's been abandoned by humans and is in the process of being reclaimed by nature. I love just walking around, it's positively eerie.

*continued from above* ...I make it to Rogovo but I know the end is near. My wounds feel like lines of pure fire carved into my skin and the heat is being channeled directly into my head and I can barely see. I want to survive but I know I won't. Fine, so be it. But I won't go quietly and I'll do everything I can to help my fellow survivors, whoever they are. I stop in the main junction of the town and take off my backpack - it's packed with ammo, food and water and will keep someone going for days, if not weeks. Then I gently lay my beloved shotgun next to it, along with my Makarov. The three of us have had a good run together, taking out dozens of infected, but now it's time for them to find a new owner. Finally, I unstrap my ballistic helmet and sit it on top of the pack. I remember when I found it and first strapped it on - it felt so weird, the straps were set for someone with a much smaller head than mine, a reminder that this belonged to someone else before me. I wonder why they out it down? But now, taking it off for the first time, I realise how much it's become a part of me. I wonder who will find it and of they will think about me? Anyway, all I have left, other than my boots and tattered clothes is my pick axe, a few tins of food and a bottle of water that I couldn't fit into my backpack. As much as I find the pick axe a slow and cumbersome weapon there's no way I'm leaving behind. I might be close to death but I'm going down kicking and screaming and if I can take an infected or two with me all the better. So it's time to die but now I have a plan... In these nightmare times where the infected roam the land and our conventional gods seem to have abandoned us many have turned to a new religion they call NWAF - North West Airfield. They think that the solution to all their problems lies there, presumably in the form of some sort of military hardware - as if all the bullets in the world will save us when the real problem is that we've forgotten our own humanity. So they make their pilgrimage to that holy place, their Mecca, thinking they are heading for heaven. Instead they find themselves walking straight into hell. See, NWAF may well have the odd assault rifle, boxes of bullets or other military tech but what it mainly has, and in an overwhelming abundance, is killers. This is the home of the bandit, the sniper, the vigilante and those who will end your life without thinking or even blinking. This is the place where the innocent, the naïve and the foolish come, looking for salvation only to find death, destruction and despair. Those that survive often find themselves forever changed, tainted by the madness that pervades the blood stained grass they walk upon. And the gateway to this hell hole, the last stop on the pilgrim's highway of damnation, is where I will make my death stand. I’m heading to Vybor. I’ve never been here before and I’d like to see it before I die. Why not, eh? It's as good a place as any. I know the inhabitants will kill me but I’m a dead man walking anyway. I think I’m close enough to make it and I force myself to finish the food and water I couldn’t fit into my pack when I left it in Rogovo. I'll need every ounce of energy I can get to make the hike there. IT takes an eternity but I finally reach the outskirts of the town, raise my hands above my head and then just walk slowly down the main road. It’s deathly quiet. I can hear the birds singing and the occasional noise from the deserted town but there’s no sign of life. I’ve reached the end of the line, my time is up, so I slump down in the main square with my back propped up against a wall as the darkness takes me. I didn't think much of Vybor. I wake up. I’m cold and it’s raining. I take a look around, trying to work out where the hell I am when I suddenly realise I’ve seen this place before. I’m still in the main square in Vybor! I’m alive! And then it hits me. I’m cold. The fever has broken! I’m tired, exhausted even, but I’m alive and I can feel a core of strength in my body that wasn’t there earlier. I’m going to live! Only now I’m sat in the middle of one of the most dangerous places in Chernarus, without any form of protection short of my pick axe. I’ve got no armour, no food, no drink and all my clothes are ruined. Oh, and did I mention I’m cold, I mean really cold, and it’s raining? Just great… Ok, so if I’m not going to die today I need to get organised, make a plan and do it quick. There’s no way I’m sticking around in this town, nor am I heading to NWAF or South – like I say, this is a pilgrim road and I don’t want to meet any of those people. Better to run back to Rogovo and see if my guns, pack and helmet are still there. Million to one chance but I’m still alive so clearly luck is with me. I break out of town, sprinting straight across the fields, the pouring rain masking the sound of my footfalls and obscuring me. Even so I still expect a shot at any second but Vybor seems to still be dead. I'm bitterly cold as I break through a line of trees and come up to a wall – this can’t be right, I must still be a mile from Rogovo? I find a break in the wall and peak around. It looks like some sort of abandoned military base. Normally I would avoid somewhere like this at all costs but I’m desperate. The rain is still lashing down and my ruined clothes are doing nothing to stop it or to keep me warm. I urgently need warmth and new clothes. I run into a barracks building and find a Blaze Rifle and ammo! Great but not what I really need, let’s be honest, I cannot shoot straight to save my life and I won’t be hunting any infected in my condition but as a bargaining chip in case I meet another human it's better than nothing. There’s another building next door which yields a pack and I find a little food and a knife in another nearby building. Still no clothes or anything to warm me. I run out of the base into the lashing rain. It's absolutely hammering down and I'm freezing with the cold but if I can just make Rogovo, a town I'm familiar with, I know I'll be ok. I keep running across the fields when I spot movement up ahead. I crash down into the ground and freeze - almost literally thnks to the bitter cold and rain. For ages nothing moves, and I'm about to try and get my numbed muscles working again when the biggest stag I've ever seen moves out from behind a large bush in front of me. Though the cold is my main concenr I know I'll need food soon so I take careful aim with my rifle and take the stag down in one shot. Sorry Mr Stag - when I say I'm not a killer I mean people. I take the time to skin and quarter the majestic creature and then, on a whim, make a pack from his skin. I leave my backpack along with a few things I don't really need and a note explaining why I've left it - as I struggle to write the note under the cover of my ripped coat I notice my fingers are blue. I takes me minutes to unlock my fingers and drop the pen. Then I set off for Rogovo. I run and I run. The rain doesn't stop coming down, driven hard by the biting wind and I'm slowing as my numb muscles start to refuse to work. Normally I heat up as I run but now I just seem to get colder. I'm past frozen and, once again, I somehow know that death is close to me. Damn it, where the hell is Rogovo, I must have run past it by now? Up ahead, a building appears out of the rain. Nearly there, but hang on, this isn't Rogovo, where am I? A road sign says, Vyshnoye, not somewhere I am familar with, but it doesn't matter, I must just be moments from safety. If I can just grab some dry wood and some matches I can get a fire going and warm up. I start to look in a barn for some hay and twigs and that's when the infected find me. Struggling to wield my heavy pick axe I take a few hits and start bleeding profusely before I can put them down. With no rags or bandages on me I once again have to resort to stitching myself up. Seriously weakened from blood loss and the cold I can barely hold the needle. I stagger into the nearest house but there are no matches to be found. At the end of my strength I look at the bed in the corner of the room. Most of the windows in this house are broken and the bed is wet from the driving rain and looks filthy but I've got nothing left in the tank. I'm spent but if I just lie down for a few minutes I'm sure I'll feel better. I collapse onto the bed...

I voted "it's pretty good.." for questions 1 and 2. With just over 100 hours I'm still fairly new so there's still a lot of places for me to go and things to see. But there's always room for improvement, or at least change, to keep things fresh and interesting for the old timers. That said, there's also the question of priorities - how much effort do these sort of changes take, and how would they fit into the roadmap of what the Devs are working toward? I like the idea of each town (or at least the biggest ones) having a unique building or feature and my favourite suggestion, purely from a fun gameplay point of view, would be for a sewer system under one of them. I think a pitch black tunnel system full of the infected would be awesome. Though I'm not sure how you would get players down there, other than to kill zombies, since there should be little to no loot of worth in a sewer system...right?

I was circling around the North of Novy Sobor when I heard a single gun shot. Now I know that humans are by far the most dangerous things in Chernarus, making the infected look as harmful as bunny rabits in comparison, but the only thing that outweighs my desire to stay alive in this nightmare is my need for human interaction. I carefully make my way into the town when I hear a girl talking. I cannot make out her words but there's definitely a woman talking - I cannot remember the last time I heard such a sweet sound. I take a peek around a wall and see 2 men and a woman standing in the middle of the junction. The guys have rifles of some sort and the girl has a close combat weapon. Now I'm not a killer, never have been, never will be, but even I know that this is slack positioning - I'm packing an MP-133 shotgun (I'm a hopeless shot so I need a short range cannon rather than a precision rifle) but I reckon even I could take all three of these guys out, no sweat. But like I say, I'm not a killer. And, whilst I'm practically shaking with fear, I'm not getting a bad feeling from these guys, they just don't look that "hardcore" and anyway I remember something - this territory belongs to a group calling themselves EU:GS. Three people together has got to be this group, right? I call out "Hey EU:GS! Over here, just past the church" They seem surprised to hear another voice and suddenly seem to be a hell of a lot less slack. They advance towards me as I slowly back away from them. I'm keeping the chatter up as I go, trying to put them at ease. As they come closer they're fanning out - the guys with the guns on the sides moving out towards the flanks and the girl in the middle in front of me. I keep backing up, trying to keep all three in view and as them not to get too close. Eventually, we all stop and, whilst I still have 2 guns pointed at me, I don't feel threatened. I ask if they need anything (Of course they don't but it pays to be polite) and they return the compliment, but I'm good. I aks about tents, have they seen any, but they haven't. They say that they are just looking for somewhere to camp down for the night (despawn) and we say our goodbyes as they head off North whilst I head South into the town. I'm sure these guys wouldn't have attacked me anyway, certainly not after I made first contact without a weapon drawn, but this encounter made me realise how much I love the MP-133 shotgun. It's so short that when slung on my back no one can see that I have it and that must help to put people at ease. Passing through town I get jumped by an infected. He's on me so quickly that I don't get time to dodge. I dispatch him quickly but I'm bleeding and out of rags. Left with no choice I turn to my sewing kit to stop the bleeding but simply infect my own wounds. I've had nightmares in the past where I've always died from this infection and, probably not thinking straight, I figure that if I am destined to die now I may as well give my shotgun to the unarmed girl. I run North after the EUGS guys - a risky tactic since it's bound to alarm them but I'm yelling out to them that I am coming so I just hope that will be enough to not spook them into shooting me. I clear the North of the town and run out into the field. I cann't see them anywhere and am panicking. I'm sprinting across the field when suddenly a guy stands up 5 metres in front of me. He's got a big gun and is decked out like a proper soldier. I'm yelling "EUGS!! Are you guys EUGS??" but I don't know why - he's not one of the 3 I was just talking to. Then another guy, stands up behind me. F***. How to deal with bad situations 101 - act dumb and talk a lot. I stick my hands straight up and start blabbering "Are you guys EUGS? I'm looking for EUGS" and just keep yammering away spouting gibberish. Keep them confused, stop them thinking, look around work out the situation. The other guy is scannng the North and suddenly it clicks - these guys must be hunting the EUGS guys. I have to warn them but I have problems of my own right now The first guy speaks to me in a Russian accent. Now I've been around long enough to see a lot of the world and I know accents pretty well and this isn't your usual mock Russian accent, this is an actual Russian guy speaking Russian. He points the gun at my face and simpy says "speak Russian"... "Privet tovarishch . Eto ne rabotayet . Do Svidaniya. spasibo" says I. He points his gun back to the town "run that way" Well, who would have thought studying Russian at school for 6 months 20 odd years ago would save my live? I start to run away, then realise I'm so scared I still have my hands up. I lower them and sprint away, expecting a shot any second, but they ignore me and return to hunting EUGS. A brief vision of being the hero and saving the trio crosses my mind as I imagine sneaking back up behind these guys and gunning them down with my shotgun. Then reality kicks in. I'll never take these guys out and I'm NOT a killer. I'll stick to just warning my friends what is coming their way. I perform a loop around to the North but cannot see EUGS anywhere - then I remember that they said they were done for the night. I reverse my loop and swing past the South of Novy Sobor heading towards Rogovo. My sickness is worsening, I'm burning up and everything is going grey...

Even if you didn't speak English...why wouldn't you put the gun down?!?! Great video :-)

I'm still fairly new myself (100 hours or so) but my standard tactic on spwaning is to look around myself to find the nearest town or major landmark since you almost always spawn in sight of something that will let you work out where you are. Check the map (I use: http://dayzdb.com/map/chernarusplus) and work out the best way to get to a town that is one or two "steps" away from your location on the coast - since the closer you are to the coast the less loot you will find (generally). So if I spawn in or near Solnichniy I'll usually head straight out to Msta, Dolina or Orlovets. And I move at a jog, not a sprint since that depletes your levels much more quickly. Once I reach one of those towns, I'll use the local well to hydrate myself and then look for loot. I'll usually find enough things to set the foundations of my character - maybe a jacket with 4 slots, or trousers with 6, some sort of melee weapon (in order of preference - firefighter's axe, splitting axe, then pickaxe or sledgehammer - IMO, nothing else is worth it) but probably no spare food or ranged weapon. Then, I'll look to move on to the next town away from the coast, like Staroye, Shakhovka or Polana where I will expect to pick up a bag, a gun, ammo and, hopefully, some spare food. As for engaging zombies in close combat - my current experience is that without one of the 4 weapons above it's just not worth it. Others may be able to sidestep zombies and kill them with a knife or even just punches but that's not my experience. And you certainly shouldn't engage them unless you have sufficient medical supplies and food to deal with any injuries you sustain. Edit - Breaking contact is possible - you just need to learn the knack. I find that sprinting away towards a line of trees\bushes, and then following the line of bushes, gently weaving between each one or two to keep the zombie out of sight works. It will stop and go into search mode which gives you time to get away. Note that they will still keep following you (they can hear you running) which is why you need to keep line of sight broken - so they keep stopping to search until you are so far away they cannot hear or see you. In towns, use low fences you can jump over to make them go the long way around, keep weaving between buildings and hope you don't run into any others - or another player. Generally, if I pick up a zombie in a town that I cannot kill, I'll immediately exit the town, taking him with me, break contact outside the town, then loop all the way around to come back into town from a different angle. Oh, one other really neat trick - if you are being chased by a zombie and see a wild animal run to it, then break away as it starts to run away from you. Zombies will usually follow the animal... :-)