Ethan the Drake

I'm slowly getting more and more each life. My two favorites so far. The first one just looks cool because the Dallas mask underneath the bike helmet combined with the black gloves and shovel makes me laugh. The second one was from when I was geared pretty well for a while, but the bright orange raincoat and backpack were like I was screaming "SHOOT ME" in the woods.

Howdy, y'all. I've recently bought a private hive server and it's only been up for maybe a matter of hours as of this post. It has 250+ Vehicles and is an absolutely fresh, vanilla Taviana hive. You spawn with nothing but a bandage, painkillers and coyote patrol pack, just like vanilla dayz, and it is not a 24/7 daytime server. Me and friends have been hunting for a Taviana server that isn't "spawn with half of your equip, don't worry the earth's orbit been changed by the zombie apocalypse so it's always nice and sunny" server for a while now, and we've pretty much failed to do so... so we rented our own server! We figure, if we're interested in a server like that, then surely others are as well! IP: 192.31.185.205 Port: 3425 The server is based out of LA, CA for the time being. 250+ Vehicles, GMT-12, Regular Difficulty, Side Chat. Like I said, the hive is pretty much untouched. Vehicles just lying around waiting to be repaired, whatnot. Being a freshly made server, I figure it needs more players and a community to give me feedback and whatnot :) Let me know.

My friend "Jack Doomsayer" was just up and banned for teleporting on that server as well one day. Has been for a while but there's so many other servers we can play on that we just haven't bothered to appeal it.

Noticed this on a tent I put down. All my guy did was lay down on the ground for a few seconds. Just curious if this actually does anything or if it's just for role playing?

No, it's an actual option to sleep but instead of sleeping inside the warm, cozy tent, he decides to sleep... outside in the cold and possibly hazardous woodland. Just wondering if anyone knew what it did. I saw no difference in any kind of stats or anything. Probably just for taste. EDIT: Well I guess if the tent was full of guns, ammo and equipment it wouldn't be so comfortable... lol Nothing like waking up with 3 AK's, and an AS50 pointed at your face while laying on a bunch of morphine injectors...

Northeast past the airfield in the trees. i find camps with loads of stuff there all the time.

off the top of the radio tower outside cherno...... i got shock but no legs broken... then 3 minutes later i broke my legs from skipping like 4 stair steps in the nearby barns...

:beans: :beans: :beans: :beans: :beans: :beans: :beans: :beans: :emptycan: sorry i had to eat one in celebration of such a good post :D

you gotta be kiddin me

+1 for bonehead3535. The trade I made with him was very quick and clean :D

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lol sry bro we drove it into the ocean hope ur not mad? lol k peace bro

...what?

I lost a char with a Ghillie Suit, NVG, GPS, all that jazz by accidentally hitting respawn somehow (even though it was disabled...idk how that happened.) and I've been having fun with an axe in cherno and electro. Not necessarily killing everyone I see but just messing with them in some way. Riding a bicycle down the middle of cherno dodging all the terrible snipers on 50+ player servers is great fun :P

double tap left Ctrl makes your character lower your weapon. (Dunno if it works for sidearms... never tried. But definitely works for Rifles) Does that count?

tuesday, me and a friend were playing dayz and decided to log out for the night after making a campfire. we log in the next day, start heading for balota since it was nearby and then he gets global banned :( We weren't messing around with tents or anything though.. literally just strolling along in the woods and suddenly he disappears and the server says he's banned. He was on 95777 and I was on 95417. He got banned, I didn't. The server was using the beta patch before that I believe. He's sent an email to BattlEye but I havn't heard if they've responded yet or not...

Had exactly what you described happen to me on monday. AS50 w/ ammo, M1911 w/ ammo, Alice pack that had an AK and ammo, a bunch of medical stuff and ALL my tools were gone. Still had the soda and as50 ammo in my main inventory, and m1911 mags in my secondary inventory though... but the actual guns and pack were gone forever. Didn't matter what server. Just *poof!* gone. I'd be more upset if not for two things: 1. lolalphamod 2. found it all in a tent so whatevs...

Oh god... As if i wasn't paranoid enough in this game :(

maybe i'm just really unlucky (or lucky, however you want to look at it), but I find more ghillie suits, mountain dews and AS50s than matches -_- I'm somewhat convinced that when nobody is looking, the zombies eat all the matches when there are no players around to eat :D

I get that same error in some servers... US52 to be specific. I log in, play for about... idk... 15 seconds. Then "Kicked by BattleEye (Script Restriction #55)". Not sure what script restriction 55 is, though.

THATS where i left my land boat :rolleyes: Seriously though, probably hacked in.

I logged into a server this morning which greeted me with "Welcome to Mortal Kombat", but I logged out before i could load in because I didn't want to risk any of my stuff to some pre-pubescent scripters' silly game. :/

im going to admit that the only reason i'm here is because i thought someone hacked in a lion...

yea, topic name says it all... about 5:30am Central Time, A friend (Jack Doomsayer) was passed out because he logged out in shock and I dragged him into a warehouse where I threw tin cans at his unconscious body as punishment for alt-f4ing on that poor sniper in the last server, when suddenly the entire server was teleported somewhere in the wilderness and killed... well not all of us were killed, I managed to get out alive (although with broken legs and now I'M in shock so yay for waiting for me next time i log in...) but jack and many others did not make it out, sadly :( This was actually a pretty bad night for hacking for me and my friend... the first time hackers teleported me somewhere near the coast next to them and a boat they were in and told me to get in or they'd shoot, which i then promptly alt-f4'd because I don't want anything to do with them... The next server we hopped into, all my stuff was gone and i was in debug plains... but thankfully a log in and log out put me back on the coast with all my previous stuff. While attempting to get back to Jack as he did not get tele'd like I did, Hackers decide to mess with me (dunno if same ones :/) the next while in that server was very confusing, and felt an awful lot like the Futurama episode with the Harlem globetrotters, with me teleporting into one area, then teleporting to the area i was in, then teleporting to another... then back where I was... eventually i got fed up and left... Next server, with a low player count which we hoped hackers wouldnt mess with because of such a low player count, a man with a ghillie suit ran past me. (which I creatively dubbed "Ghillie Suit Man") I shot him in the head because I'm a jerk like that, and he stopped, turned, laughed in direct, and broke my legs (without shooting or anything. Just *crack*) then disappeared. At least he was nice enough to leave me alive? Luckily I had morphine and continued on for about 30 minutes. Eventually Jack gets sniped and he alt-f4's (which i later punished him for. Alt-f4ing during normal play is stupid.) NEXT SERVER... at this point we're running out of servers. My friend lives in Australia and I live in the US, so only a very select few servers work well for the both of us. We finally meet up and the aforementioned teleporting happened. I realize this topic is done to DEATH, people complaining about hackers and what not... but seriously? 4 "Hackings" in one night, within 2 hours? Is that unlucky or what? And throughout it all it was the same character, my first one that's lived over a week, and I expect to die very soon to be honest, but its rather anti-climatic to die because of hackers. Hell, he might already be dead and just about to bleed out the moment I log in. The thing that gets me the most though is the fact that I never got to see any of their names, so I have no idea who they were and I didn't fraps or screenshot anything... Just wondering if anyone else on the server did. There was quite a few people on it...

Sorry if this is really long or for any grammar errors I make or anything like that. A man known only as the drake had recently washed ashore the zombie infested land of Chernarus near Balota. Having been in this area before, he decided he'd go check out the medical tents and then afterwords see if the airstrip nearby had any leftover supplies left behind by looters. The tents provided nothing, but the airstrip had been fruitful enough. Drake found an Alice pack, Morphine, Makarov Ammo and, the best find, an AKS-74 Kobra with 4 full clips. Having been lucky he wasn't dead already by entering the airstrip (and not being very mindful of stealth by running right across the airstrip itself with no concern of other people or zombies) he decided to start heading to Pulkovo as he had heard his old army buddy (only known as "MhiefCaster") was holding out there and a team of 2 would probably survive longer then if Drake had gone solo. He found a road which he believed eventually led to Polkoyo, so he followed the road for quite some time. Eventually, his stomach started rumbling and it was becoming clear that he would need food and water sometime very soon. He decided to stop at a small little town with only 5 houses, a warehouse and toll booth. He searched through the houses, finding nothing but tin cans and another Makarov magazine. He searched the warehouse and found 1 can of Frank & Beans, which he decided to save for later in case food became extra scarce. He snuck his way around the town and eventually made his way to the Toll Booth. Inside he found more AK mags for his currently-never-fired Kobra, M1911 with ammo, and the Oh-So-Common Empty Soda and Tin Cans. On his way out of the Toll Booth a zombie noticed him and started sprinting full speed for Drake. Drake realized that if he fired his gun right here in the middle of town it would attract tons of zombies, or worse... Bandits. Drake hastily made his way to a nearby forest and just as he turns around to kill the zombie pursuing him, the zombie takes a shot to head. Drake hadn't pulled the trigger yet. He was relieved at first, but not a minute afterwords he saw a group of 3 men, all carrying what looked like AK's from a distance, trudging up the hill towards the zombie which lay dead not 5 feet from him. Drake had to make a choice. He could try and book it out of there deeper into the forest and hope the men hadn't seen him, or he could try and hail the men and hope they wouldn't shoot him on sight. Chances were, they would take one look at his Kobra and attempt to kill him for his gun, ammunition and can of frank & beans. Drake ran the opposite direction, but as he started to run he heard one of the men shout "HEY!" and pull out his weapon. Drake, fearing for his life and not wishing to take the odds of 3 v 1, ran deeper into the forest. The 3 men opened fire in Drake's direction. Luckily they had pretty bad aim, except for a bullet which hit him in the leg. Unable to walk, and weak from hunger and thirst, Drake laid still hoping the bandits pursuing him would not see him. a minute or so went by and the men trudged up the hill and ran past where Drake was laying. They didn't notice him, but they were definitely looking. Another minute went by and when Drake was 100% positive they were gone, he treated himself to a Bandage, Morphine and the Can of Frank & Beans he had been saving. While his hunger and broken bones problem was solved (for now at least), his thirst and lack of blood was not. Now able to stand, and even run, Drake realized he was so deep into the forest, he had no idea which direction he came from, which direction was north, and which direction the men looking for him had went. He had to pick a direction and hope for the best... at least until he found a town or something else to give him an idea of where he was. Drake picked a direction (which ended up being northwest), and cautiously moved on. After a while of cautiously making his way through the hilly forestland of Chernarus, he ran across several shacks. He had hoped that one of them had some bottled water or at least a soda, or maybe some more food. After sorting through many... many... many... empty tin cans, he moved on North. His thirst grew. Eventually Drake couldn't think of anything else. He NEEDED water. Soon. Otherwise he'd die of thirst, and while Drake didn't know much about where he was, why everyone turned to zombies except him and a select few, or how he even ended up here, he knew one thing: He did NOT come all this way, stealthily avoid all those zombies, escape those bandits and become THIS well armed to die of THIRST. Just as he had almost given up hope of finding any kind of past-civilization to find any kind of drink-able liquid, he came across a single deer stand. The only problem: There were a good 10 or so zombies next to the ladder which led up into the stand. They were doing something, and were occupied enough not to notice Drake as he ran full speed nearby. Drake having not shot his AKS-74 Kobra yet, was nervous to fire it now. The gunshots could be loud. What if his recent bandit pursuers were still nearby and heard his shots? What if some other straggler zombies out in the woods heard it and flanked him? He had no choice. He had to kill the zombies and take those risks because if there was a CHANCE he was getting water anytime soon, he was going for it. He shot the zombies, wasting an entire clip on all 10. After making sure all the zeds were dead, he started going through pockets looking for anything of use. He didn't find anything particularly interesting other then a bandage, until he noticed one of the men wasn't a zombie. In fact there were a few that weren't zombies. He looked at the nametags of the uniforms of the now dead non-zombies. He thought the men looked familiar, when he then realized that he wouldn't have to worry much about his old bandit friends coming after him again. The thing that was keeping all the zeds so occupied was the 3 dead corpses of the thugs that had been chasing Drake not an hour ago. He took 2 more Kobras from the bodies and a few more clips and then proceeded up the ladder. The deer stand didn't have much in it, except for another M1911 mag and more AK mags. He could feel himself getting weaker and thought of just laying down and having a peaceful (well peaceful for Chernarus...) death in the hut, when he saw in the distance a farm. This was his last hope. He wasn't sure if he could even make it to the farm without dying of thirst, let alone past that. His approach to the farm was cautious at first. Sticking to the tree lines. Crouching when he had to cross into open fields. But as he grew closer to the farm he felt he was so close to some sort of hydration that he could TASTE it. His cautious approach turned into a full out sprint directly towards the barn. When he saw a few zeds stumble outside he snapped to and began to crouch instead of full-on sprint... but he never stopped to catch his breath or take a look around his surroundings. He looked through the barn and after finding 2 double barreled shotguns, a Winchester with ammo, and more food, he looked on the lower floor behind a pile of hay, there it was. A single can of Coca-Cola. Untouched. Unopened. His hands trembled as he clumsily opened the can of soda. He felt like he would pass out any moment now but the cola tasted so good and he knew he was saved! Just as he finished the last drop of his cola, he turned around just in time to see a zombie smack him in the face, knocking him out. The zombie kneeled down and began his evening feast on the Drake. R.I.P. "The Drake" July 24, 2012, 12:15pm - July 24, 2012, 2:52pm on US52 TL;DR: If anyone wants 3 AKS-74 Kobras with ~8 full clips, M1911 with 3 full clips, some bandages, food, double barreled shotgun and Winchester and other various ammo's, go to the barn just west of Kozlovka on US52.