Dr. Cocks

You've got good instinct, then. It's not a terrible thing to run away from a battle you know you might not leave alive in the first place. Honestly, people shouldn't bother with confrontations if they can stay out of sight.

Stick with melee weapons if you don't want to attract zombies and survivors FOR DAYS.

There's no global chat. It was unfortunately disabled, crush a lot of the social aspect of the game but raising the level of immersion. Direct works within a certain distance (A very very small certain distance). Hook up with friends irl or check out the survivor HQ portion of the forums.

Shopping carts, I think. Zoom in and find them among the dots.

Sent you a request on skype. Vehicle scavenging DOES sound fun. Perhaps we could steer our efforts around the wastes to help people as well? --- Actually I'm going to decline. Sorry. Your path's a bit to boisterous for my tastes.

I don't enjoy relying on other people to get what I need, is all. I find I'm a bit more effective at getting things myself.

Heya Saber! Sorry about your lack of luck finding more friends to play with. Before I charge on, gung-ho and full of gumption for your unnamed cause, I'd greatly appreciate it if you could clear up the details on what you're aiming to DO with your group. I've always like the idea of being a medic so I can definitely support you out in the field. I'm also fairly good at scavenging. Hope you find a wonderful companion.

Hello Dr. Phil! I greatly appreciate your aspirations to join the post-apocalyptic field medic front. I wish you luck out there and if you ever come across my character Mercutio, I'll be sure to toss some antibiotics your way. But yeah, stick with it and you'll eventually be noticed by Dr. Wasteland himself. That medical white-list of his is a great thing to be on so get your name out there and you'll do great.

Supermarkets. I've never gone into one that didn't have some essential item lying around. Killing players is a crappy strategy, imo.

If you're lucky enough to come across tents in the wilderness, definitely peek in and see if they have anything worth borrowing. The airfields are hostile, but there's a good chance you can snatch up a sniper rifle there (among countless other assault rifles, of course). Deer stands are ok, but often you just encounter ammo or trash there. Only enter one of these when you're entirely sure there's no one around. ((Oh I have that rifle WHAT.)) I believe servers can edit how much loot is around. I accidentally entered a medium-pop veteran server and I found countless backpacks and food just lying around in the general vicinity. I'm not sure, though.

Beautiful. I would help you out if you added me on steam. I'm a bit new but I'm packing some serious heat that I'd be willing to share. I've honestly never seen another person in DayZ. I'm super careful about that.

I found my first rifle in a barn, but recently I found this supermarket loaded with rifles, shotguns, handguns, and even a crossbow. (I lost the crossbow due to inventory glitches this afternoon :P)

1. Zombies believe doors are too mainstream and as such they avoid opening them and prefer to vibrate their molecules fast enough to phase through the door. (No.) 2. If you had another backpack, you could put your firearm primary in it and take the hatchet off of your toolbelt, allotting it automatically to your primary slot. You do not have this backpack. (No.)

Today I committed to the strenuous process of downloading all this game's necessary components. After some disappointing failures in the installation process, I'd managed to jury-rig all the parts and patch up a working game. Upon entering, I was greeted with the tell-tale signs of firefight in the distance, accompanied by the subsequent growls of provoked zombies. The first cognizant thought spat out by my hardly-functional brain had surprised me not only because I was able to emit human behavior under these stressful conditions as blood pumped quickly through my vulnerable veins but also because it was contrary to many reports I'd received from these forums. "Good," I'd thought, "Now I might survive.". With possible assailants away pumping lead into unsuspecting heads and the undead legions otherwise occupied, it was true. A fighting chance for our hero, still insolent to his unforgiving environment. I quickly sped to a nearby factory, which thankfully maintained a faint familiarity to the playthroughs I had spent countless hours scrying. Within the blank grey walls, I was greeted with the fallen body of a possible comrade; thankfully not jonesing for a chance to strip me of my minimal assortment of nothing I called my entire substantial holding at that point. I scavenged the ammo clips occupying the ground and anything otherwise useful for trading or getting a bandit off of my case (god forbid said case developed). After developing a suitable brass accompaniment to gallop along the zombie-ridden hills with me, I ran away from this coastal hell in search of food and water. To no avail. With supplies running dangerously low (that is to say, my current state of inventory longing for the nourishment it that I never had), I attempted to raid a nearby town armed only with a hatchet. After procuring an astounding nothing in the departments of sustenance and armory, I made my way to a barn not too far away. Now, scavenging for whatever scraps I might have came by, I would encounter my first set of firearms. A notable amount of rifles and shotguns to frighten those who were after my belongings and brains. Needless to say, I had no ammo for the majority of armaments I'd uncovered. Until, that is, my jolly partner in crime revealed itself to me, along with suitable ammo. This was a Mr. Lee Enfield, still accompanying me and playing the role of faithful (but sometimes brash) sidearm. With this, I headed back out to the town opposite me. I returned with nothing except a few new undead playmates. 2 discharged rounds later, they were nothing but vulture fodder (if they hadn't been that before). With this, I charged outside with my faithful dinner-bell of a rifle. On the way in, I'd spotted something that any survivor would be jealous of: a fixed motorcycle. After running away from any new zombies attracted to the metallic purr of progress emitted by my iron steed, I hit road and took a short joyride, choking out the last bits of fuel from this newly procured speed demon. I came across a pond on way of my destination (Which was not any town specifically, more like another physical embodiment of joy I could exploit for fun among the zed army). Feeling tired, I stopped and drank the liquid form of sweet salvation. Noticing my increasing vulnerability and attachment to this vehicle, I attempted to hide it from those who would also take it from me. Needless to say, I failed and it sits prone by a rock, only available to offer disappointment to survivors as it succumbs to the whims of the elements. I then made the hike up the hill, hoping to find myself atop a vantage point to search for much needed food. Instead I found a dirt path and blooming from one end of the dirt path, a castle. I plundered the stone husk for its treasure, finding a new sidearm to call my own, even a few more bottles of soda. Useless, all of it. Not a single smear of bean paste on the many empty tin cans I waded through on my meaningless search for sustenance. Now, I wait starving at this unknown castle as my hazy vision yields no answers to the question of my fate. I apologize for the similarities an erudite man might make between my prose and the leavings of a large animal in advance. It is late here, sweet sleep beckons, and I'm in no mood to read over this difficult story once more as I have lived it, and now lived to spout it out once again. -------- Further investigation has revealed that I am at Zub Castle. Fun!

Oh, any tips for finding food while we're at it? I'm fairly certain if I don't wither away to a well-armed husk now, it will be inevitable in the future without help.

Impressive, a sign of cognizant ability in the mind of this young man? This is progress. Progress indeed. I admit the motorcycle was a wonderful find, and I'm sorry I had to put my iron steed down. I'll also space out those paragraphs in future posts. Thanks for the feedback.

Haha, I've yet to come across a single food item in my time on DayZ. I thought I'd be dead from a bullet to the midsection before starvation. Also, the amount of water and liquid I've come across has become simply infuriating, as fighting off dehydration is easy, but useless without food in my stomach.

Thank you for (not) dedication your time to reading my personal accounts. Your feedback is appreciated and an obviously insightful man such as yourself has broadened my mind and overall improved my time here on earth.

Diplomacy may work. I think I would enjoy trading with others. A viable strategy to help out new people would be to carry a (single) spare of a few essential items to either donate to them or trade them for items you may not have. I'd assume Bandits and antsy survivors need to eat occasionally when not resorting to food-hording.

Hello DayZ Forums! I've been doing some research into DayZ and what I've found has inspired a few drastically different feelings about the mod. On one hand, you seem to have an aspiring rich community that I honestly feel can be improved with minimal work (I understand there are a lot of pessimists out there, but proper communication skills will get you farther that you would get shouting "FRIEND!" at possible assailants). The game system/graphics appear to be very well established with minimal bugs that I understand are inevitable in the creation of an alpha game, so another plus there. Also, the idea of dedicated servers and a consistent recording of your character is comforting for a casual gamer like myself. On the OTHER hand, though, bandits seem to be prominent and a notable threat to the community's well-being (although there are some rising stars in the business of combating these malicious forces and even helping others :D). This is, as I have noted, a game in its ALPHA stage and this worries me for a number of reasons including potential purging of servers with updates and no actual guarantee that I will be granted access to the beta and finalized version of the game (Although these are a bit silly; I'm sure the developers have something nice in store but even then, the game could just be cut of and not even finalized at all). So please put an end to my worries and tell me: Is this game worth the investment? (I understand that it is a relatively cheap investment but I don't like to bother with tossing out cash easily. {Call me a miser :P})

It's great to know that some people can just play the game for fun like this. I understand there's a lot I really don't know but I'll learn the law of the land willingly. Beans if I had them.

Again, the insightful ability of this game's veteran's and their concern for their community is inspiring. I've actually read quite a bit of your posts now that I think about it, and you've definitely exposed a lot of dark truths about the game. Over the course of my research, I've realized these things. So, thank you for the warning. It will be heeded :)

Thank you for the insightful opinion on DayZ! I really appreciate this and I'm starting to think this game is an investment that I can enjoy immensely. And I do apologize, I'm out of beans :(

You could use the chat function of the steam chat if you have them all as friends. You could also get another program for your cause e.g. Ventrilo or Skype.

Suppose not. I also suppose that you have a reason for answering me so? I'm glad you're enjoying your experience! I've found that I can get everything for as cheap as around 13 bucks, so I think this is definitely a step foward to me mustering up the cash to get everything.