delloren

No i can't :(

Good morning, marauder. I am Russian, so forgive me for my English. Since I myself do not know the language well, instead of me writing my polar bear. You know what? I love DayZ. Really love it. You, too? What a coincidence. Oh, those sweet moments when your blood boil like oil in a frying pan. Perhaps you too have repeatedly experienced such moments ... For example: Night. Abandoned farm. Howling zombies somewhere nearby. You're stealing through the dusk merging with the shadows. Cicada songs hide the sound of your steps. Of the weapons you have only a bandage. And any contact with the zombie have a very sad end for you. You know it. So be careful as ever. For twenty minutes, you lie and wait for an opportune moment for the final spurt. Do you even think you smell the grease gun on the waiting you, battered, but still formidable Winchester, waiting for the owner sovego 20 meters away from you. The purpose of this close! Loud steps. Another survivor, spit on you and your desires, with a “LEEEROY!” scream goes through the building of the farm. A crowd of zombies, mindlessly pursuing his marking at the gate. Two minutes and loot are collected. But now it is waiting for an unequal battle. Do not be sloppy in the lands of DayZ! And now he has produced for shooting ... shooting on Alt-F4. Moment, and he was gone. And your Winchester disappeared with him. Alt-F4. He was smarter than you. He wanted to spit on the zombies, cicadas, and shadows. Alt-F4. And no more problems. Alt-F4. And DayZ becomes a kind and gentle to you. And you? You wipe away the snot, a warrior. You're too real to ... Alt-F4. Or: Shootout. Trained ear distinguishes between two voices of AKM, and are rifle. Springfield maybe. They are in the village, just down the hill from you. DRM predatory bites into the earth for its bipod. The distance you known for a long time. Eyepiece eagerly seeking objectives. Here! Exhale, release the trigger moves freely, pre-emption ... Shot! Hit in the jacket discharge. Okay, make coup-de-gras later! The next target ... And where is he? Alt-F4. Damn! Finish off the wounded! Alt-F4. Yes, if it were all cursed! Well, either: 15 minutes. Just wait 15 minutes. I have to climb the hill. F**k me! Waking up at my own old position. But there really is a good overview on the Electro. And what that guy in a camouflage suit. Directly behind me. Coincidence. One chance in a thousand. But he dropped out. And now I have only an fire ax, and with him all my property. Just wait 15 minutes, I was there. Here it is! He is so stupid that even not change they disposition. And I'm behind him! Quiet! Not a single sound. Only handle an ax in the bleached fingers and spin reckless enemy in front. 10 meters. Five. Prepare for strike, and the sun is reflected from the sharp edge of the blade. Get! The vile enemy! Drunk with the blood! A fountain of blood! This is your payback for ... Alt-F4 .... and the emptiness inside ... the emptiness in the place where a second ago, lay dying enemy. Somewhere in the distance is shooting. The singing of birds. And clicks ... Alt-F4. It is much more dangerous and stronger than any bullet. Perfect weapon of are coward. Alt-F4 then… The latter situation is real. And there was with me yesterday at the DE22 server. Greetings to you, happy owner of undeserved DRM, which you do not know how to use. I really love DaiyZ. But ... Alt-F4. Dean. Your beloved child dies. There is no way u can’t stop this decease! Just 10 second log-out time delay. Please!