Mech__Warrior

Hey, you know what sucks? Figuring out how backpacks work, filling it with gear for you and some guy you've been traveling with for about half an hour, and then rounding a corner he was hiding behind and having him shoot you in the face with his AK. I just got my Lee too.

All right, so I got another. This one isn't nearly as long. I grouped up with another guy who happened to have an AK and I could have sworn we were buds. I carried most of the supplies and flares as well as alert zombies to kill, he killed the zombies I attracted. I could have sworn things were going well when we entered a city, looting buildings and finding new weapons. However, as soon as I figured out how to get my Alice pack to work properly, I picked up some more gear and headed around a corner. There he waited, AK in hand and pointed at my face. All he needed was one round and I was history. Fucking dick. :|

Hello, my name's Mech__Warrior. You may or may not have seen me extensively using flares to light up the night or what not. I'm comfortable being a pack mule and zombie bait because my shooting skills aren't up to par. Anyway, I hope you get to see my antics!

Pfft, you and your PvP. The fun part is the immersion effect of this game, well, for me anyway. I played the hell out of S.T.A.L.K.E.R; Shadow of Chernobyl and simply trying to survive against the military, bandits, mutants and the harsh conditions of The Zone was one of the most fun things I've ever done! That's actually what got me interested in this mod; interacting with others to try and survive the Zombie Apocalypse. It's not how many people/zombies you kill, it's how long can you last!

Well, I've got to tell you guys about my first night, and I'm surprised I've lasted as long as I did for being a fresh survivor. :P I know it's going to be long because I'm covering everything up until I finally gave up and decided to kill myself. Anyway, I landed on this mysterious beach at around...maybe 11 or so at night, so the damn place was pitch black. I couldn't see anything except for the flashes of lightning as I ran inland. I was shaking in my boots, 'Why did it have to be night!? I'm going to get chewed up!' I whined to myself as I soon found a house. I was still getting used to checking my gear, my weapon, everything at the time, but thank God that there were no zombies around, I could at least get my bearings before I encountered anything or anyone. Eventually, I found this sign and two smoke stacks in the distance, 'Hooray, shelter and supplies!' I thought again before hearing the various noises of a nearby zombie. I learned to walk around to make less noise while I fumbled around with my flares, trying to get them to work before I tossed one to light up the area. So I ran around looking for this damn zombie for at least five minutes, I couldn't figure out where he was until I heard him running around and thank goodness he ran into the light so I could see him! I popped him, and his friend that came rounding the corner after I opened fire as I followed some railroad tracks. At this point, I'm just tossing flares with no disregard at all, still new to everything until I realize I have three flares left! At that point, I just started heading for those smokestacks in the distance, not even finding a fly before I ran past it and some bridges. I had no clue what I was doing until I saw flares all over the complex, 'Hey! There's someone over there! I'll group up with them!' I thought as I ran over there, constantly telling them that I'm friendly because I didn't want to get shot. I finally get over there and this guy was probably like me, armed with a pistol and hunting zombies down. I help him clear the building but he already looted most of the good stuff before I got there. At around this time, a zombie jumped me and cut me up good. I didn't know how to use the bandages until I lost a fair amount of blood, you know, learning everything. I also drank my canteen of water for whatever reason and ate a can of beans. All that aside, I did find a tool box before he did as well as a jerry can and some scrap metal. I took those because someone might need it and I could trade for supplies. But I lost my friend, Chuck McBeef was his name if I recall, but I decided that I overstayed my welcome and ran off. It would be a few minutes later before I saw more flares and ran towards the building again, wondering what was up. After hearing the abrupt stopping of gunfire, I knew something was wrong! Alas, Chuck McBeef was eaten by the zombies but there was another survivor around. I wanted to find his body so that I could at least get some supplies and make sure he didn't die in vain, but the longer I hung around there, the more zombies showed up and I only had one Makarov round left in my gun. So, I fled. I ran to the coast before the other survivor told me that he stashed some rifles nearby. I never found them seems how it was so fricking dark and I ran out of flares after that encounter. I ran back, trying to find the rifles but the zombies found me again and chased me away. If there is something I should say is that zombies will never give up chasing you. I ran and ran and ran, trying to evade my pursuers but they would never give up the chance of a free meal. I ran past a shipping yard near the coast, they were right on my tail. I hopped over some of the fences, they caught up with me. I even dove into the ocean! (Which could have been one of my bigger mistakes, mind you.) And they were right behind me! I did just about everything to try and lose these zombies and I just couldn't get away! I had no ladders to save me, nothing. Eventually during this two mile run, I encountered another who I ran in front of to try and get his attention. He must've looked away or something because he ran off without even seeing me or the two zombies behind me! So I chased him, desperately trying to get his attention so that he can pick these two zombies off of me so that I could finally rest and get some water to drink! Eventually, he did see me after another half mile of running and helped put an end to me being chased! But it does not end there, I was exhausted and incredibly thirsty after running what appeared to have been five miles. I couldn't figure out how to fill the canteen up and after several of the survivors didn't tell me how, I swam back into the ocean again. It was there I realized most of my inventory was gone, save for some bandages, my gun and the tool box. I couldn't get water and I was done trying to figure out how. I dropped the bandages and tool box on the beach before running off. I was tired with life at this point but I wasn't going to go willingly! Again, I saw more flares and ran towards them, attracting some more zombies like I always do and hoping I saw someone that could either help me or I could help by getting zombies to chase me. As I got closer, I thought he was crouched down, looting some bodies but when he hobbled onto all fours, I knew that he wasn't one of us and I ran past him. Sure enough, the person with the flares was lying on the ground, dead, forever taunting me that I would never stand a chance on evading my captors and getting his stuff. I ran through some houses and fences, trying to get some distance so I could at least pick up his rifle or ammo! But, alas, that pit stop sealed my fate. They did catch up to me and knocked me down, breaking some bones and eventually ripping me to pieces while the flare burned out. So ends my first and last night...

Being one of the new guys, I can't be mad for other people enjoying this mod but I can't get on a damn server at 10 am EST! But, it's one of those mods that are that good and I'm going to keep trying to get in!