So here's a little thing that happened yesterday on NY7: I'd convinced 2 of my friends to finally start playing and now they're hooked. the 2 of us were in a barn outside of Zelenogorsk and the 3rd had logged out just outside of the Power plant in Elektro. We ran basically across the entire map and set up camp in the trees just west of Elektro across the open field. Hey, there's the fella! I was guiding him behind the power plant so he was out of sight of dobryi hill (a popular sniper spot) This is him just under the bush! Now there was only one way across..the open field. A death trap to anyone especially a completely unarmed survivor. I decide to alt tab out for a few seconds thinking he would be safe for now and then I hear him say "oh no" over mumble. I tab back in to find and find a wake of vultures setting upon his still warm corpse. "oh fuck there's 2 of them...no wait..3.." "There's fucking 5 of them" There was no remorse, no guilt. No second thoughts. Only one thing ran through my mind right there and then. That I had to kill each and every one of you. And kill I did. Oh lord it was glorious. Let that be a lesson to the rest of you. Every action has a reaction. Granted, 5 murders just for one seems a little..excessive. But this is the cold harsh reality of Day Z. You never know who's watching.