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I've just started playing DayZ after like 4-5 months, and i'm ecstatic to be back. I'm looking for another player to meet up with me and maybe raid some towns or something, just so i can get back into the hang of things while having someone cover my back. I'll be on tonight for a while so get in touch if you're interested.

Whenever I attempt to log on to a Dayz server it says " addon 'dayz_anim' requires addon 'CAWeapons_E_ZU23' Someone help me!

But of course. I simply appreciate the way you took the time to educate us laymen.

I don't hold anything against spawn killers, though it seems pretty pathetic. I'd like to meet the moron who wasted 10 AS50 rounds on an unarmed, freshly spawned survivor though.

Thank you for the link, Toros. Your depth of knowledge on such advanced and intellectual subjects such as the prisoner's dilemma is truly impressive.

You didn't see me. You didn't see the bullets that took your lives. You may not have even spoken the same language as me. But nonetheless, you died. Maybe I should rewind. I've only been playing DayZ for a couple weeks now, but I've certainly gotten a feel for the game and play regularly. Until recently, I liked to believe that I would never become a bandit. That I would always work for the good of those who struggled to find food, who died with regularity, who were jubilant when they found a makarov because it meant they were no longer entirely defenseless. That changed because of you. I wasn't very "advanced" by many standards, but I was doing better than I ever had before. I had plenty of food, plenty of water, and my trusty 1866 if things went awry. I was looting Pusta, in a big red brick building, when I saw you. I moved back, and asked "friendly?" You had a mic and were screaming "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" I walked in the room, seeing the blood, and dropped a bandage. I asked you to lower your shotgun, and turned to pick up some flares. That's when you shot me in the back of the head. Now I know, I know, never trust anyone. But your vulnerability, coupled with my desire for an ally, made me weak. I trusted you, and tried to help you, and with no instigation you turned on me. It changed me. Fast forward to my next life. I'm fairly well off again, this time with a revolver, looting by Topolka dam. That's when I saw the two of you, a man named Julien and a woman named Kristen. You were doing something near the pond, maybe filling water bottles or maybe looking for gear lost during a swim. You didn't see me creeping up in the trees on the other side of the pond. Now, in my defense, I tried. I asked "friendly?" in chat once, twice, three times. It was direct communication, so there was no mistaking I was nearby. I asked "are you friendly Julien? are you friendly Kristen?" in case you though I was talking to someone else. Many times I spoke, and the only response you gave was a hastened crouch running around the edge of the pond. You eventually settled next to the bridge, presumably in hiding. I fired my first shot. It didn't kill, as I was a good 75-100m away. But I know I hit you. You ran, frantically, but came back for Kristen, still in the water. It was admirable, but futile; I shot her where she swam. You swam a ways into the pond, where I finished you off. It took maybe 25 seconds to take your lives. Was it worth it? Maybe. I never got any loot, as your bodies were lost in the water. But now, i'm a murderer. And I know i'm never going back. I have some friends I play with, and if I see an unarmed survivor I may not bat an eye. But since that day, things can never go back to the way they were before. I'm a bandit now.