Rock (DayZ)

Only Day 15, but I'm pretty casual when it comes to DayZ. I play solo as well, as I nearly died on day 10 cause I teamed up with a friend. In one fight with zombies, I had my legs broken and dropped below 500 bloods. Lucky for me he redeemed himself for that (and when I saved him earlier in elektro) by crawling about 1km on broken legs to give me a transfusion.

OMG, LET'S ALL PLACE BLAME ON PEOPLE FOR NO REASON! YEAH, THAT'S HOW SMART WE ARE!

I agree! Realism, I say, REALISM! Take out the zombies, restore power, and make Russain MANDATORY! We can all go about our lives, go to work, come home, contemplate suicide to escape our incredibly dull and zombieless lives...hell, i'd even PAY for that.

Just made it back from GM... shit man. First off, I didn't go alone. I was going to, but my friend Nate decided to hike up to GM all the way from elektro just so we could play together. how could i say no? Anyways, 1 AM server time, full moon out, and two idiots set off to the haunted mountain. After fumbling through the forest for about five minutes, we finally found the tower. I threw a smoke to distract the Deadheads and tossed a flare into the compound. Now Nate has never been to GM before, so I showed him the sights. The bodies, the tower, the mass grave in back. Nothing really scary or anything, so he decides to head up the tower. I say O, we go up, and hang out there. Throw some flares down, look out onto the roaming zombies, that kind of thing. As soon as he mentions being exposed to sniper fire up there I go inside, Jimmies having thouroughly been rustled. At that moment, we hear the zombies down below pipe up. They had been pretty quiet since we arrived, so he assumed there was another player down there. We shout down to him/her, that we have our weapons trained on the ladder and that they should just leave. OK then, Nate tells me to keep my eyes on the ladder while he scouts from the railing. OK again, that's when it happens. A figure climbs up the ladder, bloody at the mouth and milkwhite eyes. I screamed like a banshee and sent an entire magazine of AK into its torso just as it topped the ladder. It fell forward and died, while my panic attack began to peter off. Nate ran in to see what was happening, when all of a sudden our flares went out. Not out of the ordinary so far, just a massive scare. Throwing more chemlights and flares, and feeling safe enough, we wait in the small ladder area up top. The door is closed behind us and we're both pointing our weapons at the ladder when the REAL scare hits me. Nate yells that the door was open, so I yell to close it, and that he shouldn't be openeing the door in case a bandit sniper was in the area. In a frantic fashion he shouted back that he hadn't opened it and that it opened by itself. I turned around and began freaking out because it was open, so i screamed at him even louder to close it as I turned my attention back to the ladder. Right as I layed eyes on it again, I saw a dark figure floating there above the body of the zombie that had crawled up the ladder. Even in the light of our flares it was black as the night in the shape of a person, arms at its sides and legs spread a few inches apart. It held for a second, maybe less, then vanished. I screamed again as Nate turned, seeing nothing. Both of us became silent as it dawned on us. Someone was whispering somewhere nearby. It was a far off noise, like it was coming very softly from a great distance away. Nate yelled again, and identified himself as a Regulator. Telling the person again that they needed to leave, he fired two rounds into the wall to drive his point home. The whispering continued for a while longer, perhaps 5-10 minutes until it became utterly silent. No zombies, no wind, only the crackling of our flares, which soon died too. Deciding that I would throw another smoke, Nate made his way down the ladder while I threw one off of the scaffolding. Throwing yet another flare, we met just inside the bottom entrance of the radio tower. We crawled under the inner wall, and crouch ran between the fence and the secondary wall during our exfiltration. As soon as we got to the main gate, I threw my last smoke too close. As they began to swarm us, I told him to run into the woods, not along the road while he kept repeating that he saw a dead player laying right in front of the gate. We ran into the woods and the dead gave up their pursuit as the realization hit me. There was no dead player outside when we went in, and we never saw a kill message while we were trapped in the tower. Needless to say, I won't be returning anytime soon.

1 1/2 weeks i have survived, and now i face my ultimate test. I have just supplied myself in the Zelenogorsk supermarket, and have camped outside the city. Come nightfall, i venture to Green Mountain...alone...

i'm ON my longest life right now, which is about 10 days. hoping i can hit at least 2 weeks. I've had to fight my way out of at least 2 hordes in elektro, went all the way from eletro to berezino, back to elektro again (because my friend died as soon as i got there, then spawned in kamyshovo), and last night i rounded out the suicidal stupidity with a nice, rousing rescue mission from the heart of Cherno where another one of my noobier friends got trapped by some Deadheads. I'm surprised i ahvent shot MYSELF yet.

My friend and I were scavenging the supermarket in elektro for food, cause we needed some. obviously. Anyways, he has a crossbow, 1911, and a czeck backpack, and i have an AK, alice pack, and revolver. e's ging through the items in the back with me, when he says "Hey buddy, i'm gonna go close this door." I say ok. the back of a supermarket has four sets of doors that need to be closed. So I go out front right after that and something catches my eye. Jesus! its another player! He's crouch running behind the shelves, i can barely see him! I yell "Nate, there's another player in the store!" All of a sudden the guy behind the shelves jumps up and begins a mad dash straight toward me! I panic, hesitate momentarily, before i finally manage to sight down my AK and put the sights right on his chest. BAM! 9 shots to the chest, close range, and the bastard drops! I yell out to Nate "I got him dude! He's dead!" Then I inspect the body. Czeck backpack, we already have that...1911, that's familiar...crossbow, it can't be... I look at the blood spurting from the corpse, then look at the bottom left corner of my screen. Nate was killed. goddamnit

Incoming caps lock! Take cover!

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Sounds like there's no real incentive for being a hero and a lot of risk, while being a bandit has only marginally more risk and allthe same perks it comes with now.

I know what you mean Anton, side chat has plenty of uses. Sure, in real life you won't have a scrolling wall of text in the lower left corner of your vision unless you're the T1000, but love side chat because of all the funny conversations people have. That's how I learned outhouse doors could break legs, from side chat. Personally I'd prefer it back, but I'm sure there are valid reasons to both put it back in the game and leave it out.

I'd like'em slower, but lots more of'em. My friend and I were scaving in elektro whewe aggroed some, and stood and fought in the supermarket. We really had no right to survive that, but out of all of elektro there were only about 20 zombies. I'd imagine that Chernarus had MORE than a few thousand people in its entirety

Currently my baby is an AK-74, and it makes bad people go away. I'll put that bitch up for adoption as soon as I find something better though

Yeah, pull some recon of your own instead of handing out bounties. It'd be interesting to see this degenerate into a Nam style fashion where groups of opposing sides wander around the wilderness for hours/days on end looking for the other poor bastards, just so they can shoot them because one said he didn't like the other's hair cut.

I can think of a few ways... Zombies become posessed by the evil spirits in the tower, become super intelligent, teach the hordes to use guns and occupy every town, airfield, and major loot spawn with undead soldiers armed with military grade hardware and body armor. The malevolent spirits then lead their army on a quest to crush the small pocket of humanity remaining in Chernarus, and begin hunting us through the forests, hills and mountains for sport in an ironic re-shuffling of the food chain turning us into mindless, feral animals. The zombies then go on to rebuild society and have "human farms" where they breed us like cattle, on the off chance they don't exterminate us entirely. But as I previously said, we'll never know unless we try...

What if the tower is actually doing an EXCELLENT job of containing it? I mean, there is a whole lot of evil there, we know that much. But do we know exactly HOW MUCH? I fear if that tower falls, then Chernarus will be plunged into a dark age of such unimaginable cruelty and evil that the world as we know it will cease to exist, and mankind shall truly fall so far as to not even be able to recognize Redemption. On a side note, nothing ventured nothing gained. let's waste this bitch!

But what ifthe evil is CONTAINED within that tower, not eminating from it? Couldn't bringing down the tower do more harm than good if that was the case?

wait, so Slender man came after me because he though I was Michael? Goddamnit achievement hunter, i used to like you guys

Lone wolfing leads to less friendly fire incidents due to lack of communication. RIP nch, i wish I had listened

Me and my friend were running through Tulga singing the Scooby Doo theme song throug direct VOIP in the middle of the night. WE WILL NEVER MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN. RIPieces Nate.... Unrelated to OPs post, but seeing the guy above me made me remember it.

I'm like you Jarnis. I try to avoid contact with other players cause I don't like murdering. Self-defense is different however, and it sounded like you had a right to shoot. You were threatened, had a shiny new gun you didn't want to lose, and for all you know the guy was just toying with you while he drew a bead. I have no idea why he ws hovering like that over you if for no other reasons than to A( kill you or B( offer a ride. I would have done the same thing.

I would've been so pissed if that were me. I wonder how Saint Peter would react when you told him how you died?

Factions might work. Tradeing Posts might work. Boss battles? dear god those people need rehab. Seriously though, some of those ideas you shot down I kinda like, and don't see them detracting from the overall experience that much. Factions? I can see that. Trading Posts? I've heard they already exist, just player controlled, guarded, supplied, and the like. New skins? Hell yeah I'd like that, so long as the skins are kept to a realistic level. So far, the only difference between male skins eems to be the color of their clothing, while female skins are the exact same all around. I'm sure the female thing will get fixed though.

Jeez Dirt, I actually LIKE his RP thing. Don't let him get you down bottlerocket, cause the apocalypse sure didn't!

Wait, they say "Biatch" instead of "bitch?" Shit son, we got gangsta hackas...