Dr Klunk

If you Z-heads haven't seen it.. DO IT! Best Z-movie ever!

Actually, in order for the game to develop.. patches should be released when ready... this is an alpha and people have to get used to that. bring it on mate :)

well I don't care much for Z.movies otherwise... but this is great... laughed a lot and often.. the opening scene is classic :)

at the moment it seems like the maindatabase does not save character progression. I have tried 3 different servers and none of them have a working "save" even though it says so... I "spawn" back to the point I saved a efw hours ago.. My guess that it is a main server problem is that, as mentioned, I have troed 3 different servers. BIG BUMP! BIG BUMP Bump!

First of all, thanx for a great mod; It took me into Arma World and I am having a blast with friends. To my suggestion: Voice communication is essential in this game, especially to avoid misunderstandings amongst players, but also to encourage cooperation. I would like though to promote that Voice Communication ONLY apply in Direct Communication, i.e only those who are in your immediate surroundings may hear your voice. Remove voice option for Gobal and Channel. This benefits realism (we have no radio communication in this post-apocalyptic world) but also we reduce the amount of voice spammers. just my 2 cents

I am a newcomer to both Arma2 and more specifically Dayz. I have been playing a few hours, both solo and with friends. What struck me at fist, watching the clips at youtube (which incidentally made me interested in the mod in the first place), was how friendly players were towards eachother.. what I lacked in other similar games/sims .. cooperation, I thought I could find here. It took me surprise that this was not the case.. at all. Even though I have met up with a handful of players who promotes cooperation, most players I have "met", especially when playing "solo", behave very aggresively, and most often those encounters have ended with me with a bullet in my head (even though I have tried all tricks such as saluting them, lowering my arms etc etc. That in terms have made me vary cautious. From the beginnig I only considered zombies beeing threats... these days everything that moves is a threat... therefore I tend to stay as invisable as possible. Only once have I turned my gun at a survivor other than in self defence, and I will stay that way. I am not sure if this is a good or bad thing. Bad of course because I think this attitude scares off newcomers and bad because I realize that this... maybe... is what human nature is; paranoia, fear and aggression. The good thing I guess is that if humankind is like this, the game simulate how mankind would behave in a real post apocalytic world, thus beeing a full flown simulation... and that is really what I appreciate with games. Time will tell if DayZ benefits from this overall attitude or not. Meanwhile I will enjoy the game and atmosphere as it is, play accordingly (stay away from others) and having a good time with friends. PS. I think though that when in-game communication (microphone and Direct Communication) works as it should, maybe.. just maybe.. we might see a trend towards cooperation. Until this issue is solved I guess that the DayZ-world will continue to be a world of paranoia... with a capital "P". (reminds me of the excellent, classic RPG "Paranoia" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paranoia_(role-playing_game)" ) I would also suggest to the developers, that when fixing the in-game communication, that they allow voice communication ONLY with Direct Communication (no global channel or similar); making it impossible to "talk" over longer distances than maybe 50 meters. This makes the game 1) more realistic 2) voice spammers are limited. PS: This suggestion only apply to VOICE, not chat. my 2 cents....

Day 1 Dusk and night. Dear Diary. In fear of beeing left alone in this huge desolate place, filled with horrors, thieves and murderers, I waited nervously, eating my last tin of sardines below the high voltage powerlines until dusk, and started to venture north. In the calmer inlands I hope to find my friends. The countryside is but a vague echo of the place I used to know. Birds, animals and insects thrives of course, but I have lately noticed an increased number of flies - these foul creatures - filled with pus and flesh from the deceased... I can not only hear them feast on corpses from afar... these days they appear in my dreams as well, circeling my head, filling my ears with their buzzing... anticipating.. waiting. I know they one day will feast on my flesh as well, maybe tomorrow... but not today. I can only hope that my friends whom I hope to find at the shore of lake Prud, find the time to bury me - in a deep, deep pit- once my time is up ... I thank the gods for the map I found in Chernogorsk. With map and compass, my journey northwards in the dark gets to be so much safer as I am no longer forced to follow the roads. I like travelling at night - I feel safe under the dark branches, which hide me from the moon's revealing glow. Hiking along scarely trodden trails, I pass a handful of abandoned places; farms and small villages - always hiding, always carfully watching the surroundings. Only once did I see a fellow survivor heading south across a well moonlit meadow, but alas - these days encounters are often coupled with death; they seek not wealth - they seek only survival. I never did imagine that human nature to be so fierce and unforgiving. I used to think that mankind cherished love, compassion, goodness in heart. Now, as I only can read fear in my fellow men's faces, I know this not to be true. Mankind is vicious, paranoid and desperate. Humanity.. was it all a lie? But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false? Indeed they are... I should have known. During my hike, only three times did I dare to close in on settlements and bulidings. I need food and supplies desperately! Ammuntion is of the essence and water... as much as I can carry. Pulkova was empty, aside from four abominations that attacked me as I approched an outhouse. Four headshots, four cartridges lighter, I head northeast towards Vyshoye - which was as emtpy as Pulkova. I left the small village with yet four oozing Z-corpses behind me. I realized that my best chance to survive this day, and the next, was to cross as many miles as possible during the night, hoping to reach Lake Prud before dawn... I increased the lenghts of my steps and headed towards the Old fields. As I crossed the road south of Novy Sobor, I came across yet another abandoned farm. As my water and food supply was totally depleted, and as my body was totally exhausted, I saw no other option than yet again dare to close in on a farm. Sneaking along the east side of the main building, feeling my pulse race faster and faster, I caught a glimpse of metal glistening in the court yard. Success! A well!. As I closed in on the water source, I suddely heard the faint breathing of something behind the barn wall, and the soft moanings of one, two, three, four.. most probably half a dozen of the farm's former owners. Feeling scared beyond belief, weak after the long hike with no water nor food, I felt desperation mount within me; I had no choice. I HAD to battle it out! Sneaking around the front of the barn I realized that the doors were wide open. Making sure my pistol was fully loaded at my hip, and the shotgun ready in my grasp, I took a deep breath, threw in a flare and made myself ready. I cannot recall how things developed, it's all a blurr of screams, shouts, mouths filled with blood and hate, fangs hungry for my flesh. I can only recall the sensation of relief once it was all over, and I yet again headed north - this time with my belly and backpack filled with food and water. I hit the jackpot, fully geared up again for yet another day. I might live untill tomorrow. As I sit here with my back against a tree next to Lake Prud, only a few hours until dawn breaks, with none of my friends anywhere to be seen, I can only hope that they still are alive and well, and I may greet them tomorrow. If not... I dare not to think the thought... I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tomorrow I might not be no more...