hiush

i helped a canadian he paied back taking me to the NW airfield, his friends were sniping there so for the first time i raided the NW airfield without fear :)

beanz t-shirt too!

wanted to help but i'm to far north to arrive in reasonable ammount of time :( (but to all defenders good luck).

this would make the life of snipers easier (if you know what i mean).

Warning the following story contain abusive amounts of idiocy and schwarzenegger syndrome (the condition that you waste ammo) and isn't recommended if you're a serious survivor. It was early in the morning (real life time) on a low pop server, since it was low pop i through that it was safe to raid the airfield (i was kinda sleepy OK) and when i arrived there i went to the barracks, nothing there (as always with my luck), so i started to head to the fire station, but when i looked back there was some dude heading to the barracks (with 8 guys on the server) i said on the mic "don't waste your time there's nothing there", he turned around and rushed to the barracks i came closer to the door and when i peeked he started shooting at me (luckly he lagged and i avoided being shoot), i started to run for cover, barely got out of the door the dude (knucklehead 1) shoot a m203 grenade, thanks to luck (now the b*tch shows up) i was out of the range, the dude started shoot another grenade at the firestation, that was kinda a cartoon moment i was running to the firestation when a grenade hits the tower, i (knucklehead 2) turn back, now determined to fight the grenade spammer with his own tactic, and throw 2 smoke grenades at the barracks and try to get closer to frag him, to make sure he don't get out i started to spam shoots at the door of the barrack (and also all that mess attracted loads of zeds), fending of the undead with my akm i got to the door, waited to him stop shooting and when he did i peeked and threw a grenade inside, but before i could get alway he shoot me and i went unconscious just to see he getting blowed to tiny bits, in the end the undead finished me off and the result was both off us lost our high equipped characters and most likely destroyed one of the two barracks and the fire station, next time i will just disconnect (better than causing random mayhem). sorry i don't have any pics or video (wasn't expecting anything interesting happen and completely forgot to take screenshots). things killed/destroyed/hurt/ignored in the fight: a lot of innocent zeds - they will be missed one fire station - sorry to anyone that lost a looting place one barrack - read above two survivors - i kinda think we deserved that dayz logic - again sorry about the random mayhem (at least we didnt fought in cherno or a high pop server) common sense of survival on a zombie apocalypse - again sorry

he wanted to give to a possible ally

where do you play, if you play on US servers PM me :).

LIke your idea make it similar to the enfield and make the ammo stacks or add a quiver (holds 20 bolts) that takes a place at the toolbelt. (don't know if the engine allows that kind of thing)

like that idea, fits the game well (but we need to repair them with horse shoes?)

Don't know maybe some 50's music (Don't matter if it is loud most of the players turn off the music to hear footsteps better) good for when you're travelling in the wild.

Can i join?

give me the papers to sign because that survivor wannabe is applying to join

My story: (Just spawned close to balota): i think that the best thing to do is to raid the airfield. When i got inside the building a man armed with a m16 pointed it to my head and said: friendly? I was expecting another dead but when i replied "yes" he just said go upstairs take my old enfield and come with me i'm heading to cherno. Quickly i grabbed the rifle and some flares and started following he. We talked a lot on the way there even did some hunting (we got a cow) and after we arrived there we started to raid everything but when we crossed a corner a man with a hatched came and asked if we were friendly, i replied yes and even offered him to take he to a place where he could have a gun, he accepted but when we arrived there i turned my back for one second he stroke me with his axe took my gun and killed my friend when he came to help me. Moral of the story: Fear more a friend than a bandit.