I died the night before last, it was a hard death. I had been in the NW airfield that morning and got in a gun fight. i won the fight but left with 300 blood. I bandaged and ate the last of my cooked meat. bringing me up to 1100 blood and drifting in and out of conciousness as i tried to navigate my way east to safety. I was kitted out, i had a Coyote backpack, PP-19, FN FAL /w NV and most of the tools. I was self sufficient and had been alive for around a week. I ran for miles in the dark, not seeing any animals to revive myself, eventually later that night i came back to the game and found some goats. I sacrificed them for the greater good and brought myself up to 6000 blood. Then it started to rain, as i came over the crest of a hill i saw illuminated in the moonlight a bicycle. hijacking the bike i made my way North to safety, to shelter and a place to rest. I made my way to Devil's Castle. I let out a sign of relief as i got inside the main building and went exploring. Unfortunately for me there was a man sat in the corner of the top level of the castle, as i scanned my surroundings i caught a glimpse of him in the dark then all hell silently erupted, my PP-19 fired out its deadly whisper but it was too little too late as the remaining life drained away. I respawned at elekro instantly intent on making my way back to Devil's Castle in the firm knowledge that my killer simply didn't have enough space in his bags to take everything of value. 3 Hours later i arrived to the buzzing of flies, inching my way up the stairs i encountered my own corpse, but he was not alone in death, lay beside him was another, he was my attacker, also fallen in the attack. As i recovered my bag and Guns i let out a sigh of relief just as the server reset. i logged back in to see my old self and his companion in death had departed this world already making their journey to the next. And now as i live my former life by proxy I think to myself, thank god i didn't go to check on my bicycle first, 1 minute later and everything would have been for naught.