charlie8bit

I'm in the same boat...I've come across just about every other useful item this life, but still no tents! >.

I didn't get to play while the bandit skin was around, but I feel like I would've liked it. Bandits/marauders in other media are generally pretty distinctively marked/equipped, you know, the dirty, bloodied, fur wearing group flailing their guns about, yelling and laughing while they chase down a group of scared survivors. I guess that's for a different game, I just like the idea of a bandit squad roaming the lands, robbing people of everything and leaving them with nothing to fend themselves with

Haha! A wookie? I'm not sure if that is what you call ghillie suit bandits, but that is definitely going to be my new term for them. I love meeting nice survivors, it just makes things more fun. My first night of playing someone ran up to me, "Friendly! Just need a blood transfusion" so I helped him out, he responded with "thanks man, here, take this morphine, and take one of my blood bags too," and we left each other to go about our surviving. Good stuff

Seattle 123. I spawned on the roof behind you. You seemed scared, and asked "How did you get up here? There are zeds everywhere!" I replied, telling you that I had logged out there the night before, feeling like it would be a decently safe spot to do so. We spent some time wandering around the roof, watching as other players frantically ran from building to building, but inevitably grew tired of the surrounding. We made our way inside, avoiding the few zeds that had stumbled their way into the entryway, and spotted another survivor heading towards us. He happened to be friendly as well, and we talked about the craziness of the streets, before he eventually went on his way. You and I proceeded to loot the few rooms we could, only to be stricken down a buggy doorway that ended up killing you. I looted your corpse. I hope you don't hold it against me. I didn't feel right about it, considering I've ran into very few survivors who haven't instantly shot me down, regardless of the "Don't shoot, don't shoot! Friendly!" I shout through my mic. Maybe we will meet up again someday, and I can repay you for the beans.