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Just wanted to say thanks for the app. Does all the things that I wanted 6 launcher to do that it doesn't. :)

This. I LOVE DayZ, but would be completely unable to play without 3rd person. The 1st person view in this game makes me horribly nauseous after about 3 mins. Is standalone was 1st only, I could not play it.

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I have found three thus far. One was in a chicken coop. One was in a red brick apartment building. Forget where I found the other (only had it for a few minutes -- somewhere in Cherno.)

I'd been looking for a knife for three days. Malnutrition from eating nothing but canned beans was setting in. I needed real food. I'd found more matches and axes than I knew what to do with. The axe I had was covered in gore from countless zombies. But I needed a knife to dress a deer. I needed real food. Up and down the coast, sneaking into towns. Occasionally one of the infected would get a hit in despite my precautions. The world was slowly going gray. Blood loss probably, but maybe just the realization that the Zeds were winning. Last night I was in Berezino, searching the top floor of an apartment complex for a knife. I thought the building was clear... I had axed two zeds on the way in. I rounded the corner into the last apartment. I felt the impact for I even saw the zed: I knew my knee was dislocated. The Zed got a faceful of hatchet for his trouble. I knew there was a hospital nearby, so I started to crawl. Two hours, each moment more agonizing than the last, but I made it. An axe shatters glass just as well as it shatters Zeds. Morphine, sweet sweet morphine. Shot up and popped my knee back into place. Even through the opiate haze, it still hurt like hell. I promised myself I would never be without medical supplies again. Several days later I'm crouched on the hill above a hospital, surveying with my binoculars, seeing if the coast is clear. I'm out of bandages and pain killers and need to stock up. Oh yeah, and morphine. Sweet, sweet morphine. There! Rounding the corner of a fence line. A survivor! Friend or foe? I take a bead with my Winchester and watch him through the sights, playing god for a moment. Then the sound of an angry Zed: Grunting, furious. Animal. The man jumps to his feet, running my way. In the end, we are all human. I open up on the Zeds. The man comes to a stop near me, the thup-thup-thup of his silenced SMG a counter point to the rolling BOOM! of my rifle. Out of bullets, I pull out my revolver, and let the Zeds have it. The Zeds are all where they should be: Feeding the worms. "Hi, I'm Legdiin. I'm a medic." We raid the hospital together, and he gives me a transfusion. I can see again! The world had been in gray since the dislocation. Occasional hits from Zeds, and the general wear and tear of life after DayZ had been slowly taking it's toll, and I knew the end was slowly coming. But Legdiin, Angel of Battlefield -- Medic of Chernarus, had given me color back into the world. On day 5 now of the quest for a Knife.

I'd been looking for a knife for three days. Malnutrition from eating nothing but canned beans was setting in. I needed real food. I'd found more matches and axes than I knew what to do with. The axe I had was covered in gore from countless zombies. But I needed a knife to dress a deer. I needed real food. Up and down the coast, sneaking into towns. Occasionally one of the infected would get a hit in despite my precautions. The world was slowly going gray. Blood loss probably, but maybe just the realization that the Zeds were winning. Last night I was in Berezino, searching the top floor of an apartment complex for a knife. I thought the building was clear... I had axed two zeds on the way in. I rounded the corner into the last apartment. I felt the impact for I even saw the zed: I knew my knee was dislocated. The Zed got a faceful of hatchet for his trouble. I knew there was a hospital nearby, so I started to crawl. Two hours, each moment more agonizing than the last, but I made it. An axe shatters glass just as well as it shatters Zeds. Morphine, sweet sweet morphine. Shot up and popped my knee back into place. Even through the opiate haze, it still hurt like hell. I promised myself I would never be without medical supplies again. Several days later I'm crouched on the hill above a hospital, surveying with my binoculars, seeing if the coast is clear. I'm out of bandages and pain killers and need to stock up. Oh yeah, and morphine. Sweet, sweet morphine. There! Rounding the corner of a fence line. A survivor! Friend or foe? I take a bead with my Winchester and watch him through the sights, playing god for a moment. Then the sound of an angry Zed: Grunting, furious. Animal. The man jumps to his feet, running my way. In the end, we are all human. I open up on the Zeds. The man comes to a stop near me, the thup-thup-thup of his silenced SMG a counter point to the rolling BOOM! of my rifle. Out of bullets, I pull out my revolver, and let the Zeds have it. The Zeds are all where they should be: Feeding the worms. "Hi, I'm Legdiin. I'm a medic." We raid the hospital together, and he gives me a transfusion. I can see again! The world had been in gray since the dislocation. Occasional hits from Zeds, and the general wear and tear of life after DayZ had been slowly taking it's toll, and I knew the end was slowly coming. But Legdiin, Angel of Battlefield -- Medic of Chernarus, had given me color back into the world. On day 5 now of the quest for a Knife.