Some of you may have read my post condemning my death at the hands of KOS-in that post, I swore to renounce my morality and become a sadistic, sinister reaver of the wastes. This is what DayZ is like in the mind of a newly coronated Bandit of the High Plains: Note; the content in this post is intended as a satire. The writer is not a violent sociopath-he is merely a cannibal. Enjoy >:) Day The First: Today was the first day in my blood filled rampage throughout the wastes of Chernarus, so in the mood of violence I opted to clothe myself in a truly dastardly and nefarious manner. I strode across to the opening Kamyshovo spawn I inhabited, and donned a Rider's jacket, plus a bandanna facemask to truly encompass the generic look of a vagabond such as myself. Arming myself with a Woodcutter's Axe and some wire rope to capture witless freshies with, I set off upon my hunt for prey in my reversed role of Hero Slayer. As I strode most nefariously upon Elektro, I found my first kill-a freshie attempting to open a can of peaches. Idiot. Peaches are meant for ramming into one's eyes, not consumption! I rushed this most foolish of fellows and promptly tied him with the wire I had discovered. Having captured this rat, I set about searching his pockets-naturally he was a freshie, so all I could steal whilst twirling my handlebar 'stache was his flashlight. Being a brand new freshie to DayZ, he kept enquiring about who I was, and commenting upon how "cool" I was as his first captor. This was quickly silenced with a punch to his gut. After a good hour of forcing him to run, sit, run into the water nearby, and playing Catch the Rock, I eventually decided that his torment must be complete in order to welcome him into the world of DayZ. To facilitate this, I continuously breathed into my mic with chat enabled to convince him I was some lunatic in his mom's basement. This being a lie naturally- I am a sociopath in my sister's attic, there's a clear difference. Anyways, I quickly found the tools I required-a burlap sack and a lead pipe. I placed the bag upon his head, and proceeded to break his leg-however, death in DayZ is far too kind. I left him there, on the side of the ocean in DayZ with a broken leg, tied with wire, and blinded by a burlap sack. It was fantastic-evil is quite hilarious and a good deal more possible than playing Hero and getting teabagged vicariously by Chad Chennington and his prepubescent lackeys. To all heroes in the land of Chernarus, there is a new psychopathic master of dastardly deeds in town. His name is Minigo Fantoya-and he challenges you to discover him End of Chapter