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Maybe because of the zombie invasion everybody forgot to turn their heating off? Never though of that, heh.

Just remember, most servers have an auto restart, so you may of been god damn unlucky and had them. At the same time yes, may be a butthurt server owner trying to restart to stop it saving to the hive but hey, just don't play on them as said above.

The only game really nowadays that has a year lifespan is the call of duty series.. All the others live on, even if a new version. Take a look at battlefield series. 1942 is live and well, as is battlefield 2, even with bf3 out. The modding community for many places is huge, look at company of heroes. A 2004/5 game, with 2 expansions with latest that came out in 2008/9, and its community is alive now, waiting for company of heroes 2.

Its an intresting concept to say the least, and would give the 'larger' groups of bandits or survivors a place to group up and such, and id say to build it would either be select sizes or adding on by getting x material and y tool and z material to expand and such. A lot can be added, and can do a lot.

Grow a pair over losing a character, its not release yet. Your here to test the bugs that would break the character, make you lose it, break other shit, test mechanics. I know you will say 'oh but i am testing it through surviving and shit', but thats a shitty, crap excuse. Just test it, like every dev says and the forum mods and staff/etc and some of the players say, its an alpha, not a release. /thread

An ESP is the 'proper' so as to speak name of a wallhack. Shows where shit is depending on the hack and options etc. Though it must be getting bad if hes saying that.

To the guy on page one who decided an SA80 and an L85A2/whatever variant are different, you are incredibly retarded. On topic: Myself having fired one IRL, love the weapon to bits, being a britfag myself also. Though, like some have said, this is in an ex-russian state, not in a NATO country. We need more AK variants like the AK107 and all the other bits and pieces of russian hardware you see floating everywhere nowadays in ex-soviet blocs. Russia. Not Europe. Reduce the western weapon spawn rates alot(And I mean alot, you dont see many[if not none] l85's and as50's, m4a1's or g36's in asia do you?) and level off the russian ones, maybe even bring in some of the new chinese weapons like the QBZ-95. And the czech pack weapons when its released.

Whats better is when you shoot by accident, and about 5 people shitting it are like WHOSE SHOOTING IN CHERNO/ELEKTRO/? and you don't say.

Excellent bunch of guys, been with them for a few days and loving it already!

Wondering the same, got problems connecting and absolutely everything.

Flashlight. Sardines. Bandage. Canteen. I died recently :c

What you say about your 'private' server. Thats not allowed.

Theres not just the NWAF up north, theres the whole north of the map, use your imagination. I mean, you could try berezino for a change, or trying to hunt a vech, like gutbuster said, use your imagination.

They are slow as shit is the only complaint I would have on boats. Perhaps, you could find a better engine to increase the speed to say 30 to make it viable?

You my good sir, deserve an award. This needs to be seen, it's well written and though out. My hat goes off to you, sir. And just remember, quite a lot of these will probably become possible with arma3.

The most obvious places. People camp hunting spend so long looking in the hard to reach and try to think out of the box they forget simple, obvious places. It works alot. My proper gear is hidden somewhere nobody would think of.

Can't learn from mistakes if you don't make them in the first place, remember that. Other than that, funny story, hope you learn from it!

You love saying this but you have no proof that you can hit with a enfield from nearly 1000m or that you actually have 'locked' down cherno, as you may kill a few, but there will be those you don't see.

After dying up north near stary sobor, I respawn in prigorsdki, and think, what the hell, nothing to lose. So I head east and go into cherno, moving along the right side where I hit a barn, grabbing a Lee Enfield, a hatchet and the food inside. I head outside and carry on to the right of main road heading in, avoiding zombies where in the distance I notice something different. At this point, I get extremely excited, yet restrain myself and keep to my SOP's moving through the backyards to the right until I hit the road and cut round to hit it from the other side, where I check over it, one tyre gone from visual, get in, needs fuel also. So an idea hits my mind as I hear a shot a few seconds ago, so I head up the ladder of the nearest building and start watching the bus, a perfect bait. After dying up north near stary sobor, I respawn in prigorsdki, and think, what the hell, nothing to lose. So I head east and go into cherno, moving along the right side where I hit a barn, grabbing a Lee Enfield, a hatchet and the food inside. I head outside and carry on to the right of main road heading in, avoiding zombies where in the distance I notice something different. At this point, I get extremely excited, yet restrain myself and keep to my SOP's moving through the backyards to the right until I hit the road and cut round to hit it from the other side, where I check over it, one tyre gone from visual, get in, needs fuel also. So an idea hits my mind as I hear a shot a few seconds ago, so I head up the ladder of the nearest building and start watching the bus, a perfect bait. 5 minutes pass by... Then 10... Then 20... I give up. I head back down, and decide I might as well repair it and move it to a safe place, so I head back down, and head off hunting for tyre's and a jerry can. Instead of the wonderful parts I need, I proceed to find 3 sets of windscreen glass, the thing I didn't want in any way. I head back to check the bus, and then move off a little further out, still trying to search where I decide to head southwards a little, opening a gate and it proceeds to hit me in the face, start me bleeding and knock my unconscious. Scared as shit, getting desprate, I dash to the military camp to find the loot hasn't spawned, with my blood getting lower as I'd used the bandage i'd spawned with, I head to the hospital shooting the glass out and grabbing some med supplies quickly. After saving myself extremely quickly, I head back out to continue my search, I found myself a wonderful.. jerry can, so that was one scratch off my list. I head back to my lovely new bus, fueling it up with the can and thinking heh, its only wheeled, lets go right? I try heading forward but for some reason the left and right is borked and it goes right normally, with holding left in fully making me go just about forward, but hey, it'll do I think and I push forwards, heading for a gap between a wall and some washing machine in the wall. The coach decides it wants to clip the washing machine and break another tyre. Wonderful. I proceed to get out and check the immediate buildings for tyres; none. I head further out, finding none either. Then a horde spots me. I get hit, take hits, have to use my Enfield, I keep going, bleeding, going blurry. I take a swipe from a suited zombie in front of me. Down. Bleeding. Unconscious. Fuck. After dying up north near stary sobor, I respawn in prigorsdki, and think, what the hell, nothing to lose. So I head east and go into cherno, moving along the right side where I hit a barn, grabbing a Lee Enfield, a hatchet and the food inside. I head outside and carry on to the right of main road heading in, avoiding zombies where in the distance I notice something different. At this point, I get extremely excited, yet restrain myself and keep to my SOP's moving through the backyards to the right until I hit the road and cut round to hit it from the other side, where I check over it, one tyre gone from visual, get in, needs fuel also. So an idea hits my mind as I hear a shot a few seconds ago, so I head up the ladder of the nearest building and start watching the bus, a perfect bait. 5 minutes pass by... Then 10... Then 20... I give up. I head back down, and decide I might as well repair it and move it to a safe place, so I head back down, and head off hunting for tyre's and a jerry can. Instead of the wonderful parts I need, I proceed to find 3 sets of windscreen glass, the thing I didn't want in any way. I head back to check the bus, and then move off a little further out, still trying to search where I decide to head southwards a little, opening a gate and it proceeds to hit me in the face, start me bleeding and knock my unconscious. Scared as shit, getting desprate, I dash to the military camp to find the loot hasn't spawned, with my blood getting lower as I'd used the bandage i'd spawned with, I head to the hospital shooting the glass out and grabbing some med supplies quickly. After saving myself extremely quickly, I head back out to continue my search, I found myself a wonderful.. jerry can, so that was one scratch off my list. I head back to my lovely new bus, fueling it up with the can and thinking heh, its only wheeled, lets go right? I try heading forward but for some reason the left and right is borked and it goes right normally, with holding left in fully making me go just about forward, but hey, it'll do I think and I push forwards, heading for a gap between a wall and some washing machine in the wall. The coach decides it wants to clip the washing machine and break another tyre. Wonderful. I proceed to get out and check the immediate buildings for tyres; none. I head further out, finding none either. Then a horde spots me. I get hit, take hits, have to use my Enfield, I keep going, bleeding, going blurry. I take a swipe from a suited zombie in front of me. Down. Bleeding. Unconscious. Fuck. 2 minutes later, I'm dead. The end. P.S Not really. I respawn, notice im far as fuck away and respawn, ending up in prigordsky again. With me getting more frantic, I loot a nearby barn and arm myself with my trusty axe. Im getting revenge and getting the bus moved. I move off, cutting down a zombie or two on the way. I move to the gas station, hoping for a tyre, instead, I find the last things I want; More hatchets. Lovely. I nearly cry. I head out, keep going in circles around the bus getting bigger and more desprate, my rage fueling my kill for zombies that dare near me. I see something glint my eye in a nearby building. A tyre! Nope. My rage at my bad lucky of the spawns is getting to me now. I sigh, and head out after quickly grabbing a coke inside and drinking it, dropping it to the floor along with some eaten beans. Sigh. I head out, checking other buildings, heading to a warehouse i'd found the jerry can at. I find a tyre. And an engine. And scrap metal. My day lightens. I head back to my bus, my scare of its safety still there in bucket loads, though, to my relief, its still in its place. I load up the gear. I get in. Fuck. I broke another tyre when I hit the machine. I sigh, get back out as I prepare for a long search with my rotten luck. My preliminary search yields only windscreen glass. I head further. Nothing. I start running. Frantic. Scared. Desprate. For a tyre. Fuck, I realise im sweating like mad in my seat. Im crazy. I start running. I decide to hit up the military tents while heading to the huge building site. I get hit. Broken leg. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I crawl myself to the tents, grabbing morphine from a box, jabbing it into myself as crazed as a drug addict. I head back off. Fuck all. Im getting worse into a state and I could of probably cried but I keep my pride, its a game. I head back, until.. YES! I head back, on the way.. I start thinking of every profanity under the sun to name the zombies. I took a zombie to the knee. Its as if god was on my side. I respawn in cherno, and hit up the car park on the way. The same fuck all. I cut around and head through the main road route I took last time, I hit up the garage. Grab an axe. Vengeance and murder etched onto my crazed face. I push off, running to my body. My backpack noms the tyre. I shout at my computer, though restrain myself from hitting the wall, it hurt last time I did that. I calm down, and move off, chopping zombies that dare look at me in a funny way, my madness going into them. I keep searching, no tyres, getting angry, getting worse, getting desprate. Until after 20 minutes of frantic pleas and searching, I finally get it. Alongside that, I find a fuel tank. Perfect along with the engine from my dead body. All set. I rush back. I cut through a house on the way, perhaps find at least a weapon and some food or something. Lone behold, I find better. It may not be a ghillie, but it makes me think god still resided in me. Thank you. I have too much to carry, I leave the engine behind as it doesnt want to fit anymore, so I head to the bus, load it up. Come back. Get the stuff. Chop some zombies bimbling near my bus. My bus. I move it to the fuel tank, start manually loading up fuel for a drive to hide it. Oh my, im in heaven by now. I push off, my dodgy steering fixing itself and I proceed to drive it somewhere safe. I loved it. It took me 3 hours to do that, with most of it being looking for a tyre. The spawn rate was unforgiving on me that day, but I hit it eventually. On my own, and I forgot to mention but I heard shots about every 15 minutes, making me shit myself. P.S; The clothes changed colour because my internet was derpy, adding my desprateness, I am NOT a zombie aggro DC'er, I find that stupid. Thanks for reading. Sorry about the big screenies my resolution is 1920x1080 and I have no idea how to spoiler or resize it on this forum.

Pedo :p And I hardly play EU anyway really hah.

Oh yeah sorry, mixed the links up there, i'll fix it later, and wait, how'd you even know what server I was on :s

10/10 thread. In all seriousness, I see where you come from, but then you get the 'asshole' bandits who do really stupid stuff which I don't consider proper banditry really, but heh.

I would probably say 3, though with more of a mix in with hunting other players though I wouldn't always class myself as bandit, though I am sometimes. It changes.

Guessing they DC'd like a bunch of sad idiots they are.