McNandy

Can't blame you for that! Given he managed to absorb a whole clip we came to the conclusion that he was a hacker, logged and booted the server. He didn't come back, but we promptly got the fuck out of there. Then died in Elektro =D

So last night me and a mate were heading from Cherno to Elektro to get our asses handed to us in some new territory. We were both in Ghillies, me with a silenced M4A1 and my friend with an AK running east when we suddenly hear "Dancing in the moonlight" by Toploader playing. Naturally, we just assume that someone in RaidCall just has awful taste in music and likes to broadcast this with their ringtone. After a few seconds of confusion we establish that none of us have such a horrible ring tone and that it must be someone in Direct Communication and promptly shit ourselves. Not wanting to miss whatever the hell it was we were experiencing, after running around and not seeing anyone I start singing back over direct comms and lie down. A guy with the bandit mask then appears right in front of me with an axe, and my reaction is to unload into him. So does my mate, hitting him with a full clip. The guy turns around and looks at my mate (not hitting me with his axe), appearing to shrug off all the bullets. He then runs down the hill and disappears, but the music keeps playing. Anyone else encountered this bloke who we can only assume is a hacker?

You: Male in cammo sneaking around Green Mountain with a rifle Me: Female, civilian clothes and sun glasses behind the military building on the mountain with an AK. I could feel you looking behind me as I was sneaking around trying not to attract any bad attention. As I turned around I saw that you were already looking deep into my eyes down the barrel of your rifle and there was that three second pause whilst we could feel the electricity in the air, staring at each other trapped in that eternal moment. The sheer excitement of meeting me must have made your trigger finger twitch though as you shot me in the face during our extended eye contact. I look forward to the next time we meet, so that we can continue our exchange without the awkward interruption of a bullet to the face.

Option 1 all the way. Now shut up and take my money!