Rock (DayZ)

I hope you have an EXTREMELY good voice acting coach then. I don't think even a sex-starved 13 year old will be turned on very much by a woman with a voice so deep and gravely even Marcus Fenix would do a double-take.

Um...does not understand...

Stings2pee? your name seems familiar...

So he could get hit by a CAR and not have to hear the end of your GOD-FUCKING-AWFUL joke Grey Warden. Sorry dude. The survey told me to insult the person above me.

*Spends 3 days dodging deadheads and bandits from elektro to berezino to meet friend whois too lazy to walk and meet me halfway* *Arrives in berezino, can't find friend* *friend gets killed by bandit while looting player who died of gunshot wounds to the face* Friend: Oh shit Rock, I got killed Rock: wut Friend: I know it's dark out...and bandits and zombies are everywhere...but could you PLEASE come to elektro so we can meet up? *puts gun in mouth* *pulls trigger* FML

I immitae my RL personality perfectly in DayZ. Hide from other players, sit in the dark forests and eat food/drink soda all day, go into town quickly and run away from imaginary bandits in the middle of the night, fear interaction with other players, even if non assholes/bandits, rinse-repeat. Change the dark forest toa slightly better lit computer room, and day time to night time, and there ya go. Be right back, I have to shoot myself after reading what I just typed.

The way you describe trolls makes them sound like forum "infiltrators" if you will, causing havoc and mayhem by pitting two sides against each other who weren't there before, having thread locked down and entire forums destroyed by flame wars. Wait, does that mean even my other people's porn sites (or "pronums") are warzones?

shoot it?

Point of DayZ isn't about killing other survivors. It's about surviving, which may, from time to time, involve that. Gearing up with a machine gun, walking into Cherno, and shooting anything that's face ISN'T stained with blood and rotting away while yelling one-liners at the top of your lungs, only to finish by turning the gun on yourself, crippling both of your own legs, and crawling to the hospital to loot the morphine off of the player with the dying mother up north desperately in need of medicine for he fatal contraction of syphilis while trying to gut a cow isn't EXACTLY the way this was intended to be played. While you CAN play it like that, and let Johnny Goodguy's mother die a slow, painful animal-syphilis related death while sheltering herself in an outhouse that hadn't been cleaned since the Warsaw Pact was signed, IS a legitmate way to play, it detracts from the actual feeling of this being DayZ and instead gives it a more CoD or Battlefield feel

Surrender. I'm pretty sure the bandits only want a little bit of butt play from being out in the wilderness too long, and that's better than having both of your knees shattered by bullets, your arm being blown off by a grenade, and your left nut having sharpnel imbedded in it so deep that it hurts less to leave it in than to take it out. Then again, what do I know about that...I let my friend yank it out... Signed - Sergeant One Nut

I see your point OP. And now that it has blinded me, I'll just go shoot myself to spare myself the pain of it entering my mind again. Good day sir.

Dear god, why me? I barely escape elektro with my skin intact, hiking north to meet Nate. Why me? After days of avoiding roads and shadowing power lines I made my way to Berezino, our meeting point. Upon entering the city, I found that it had been deserted, aside from the wandering groups of Deadheads that now made up the majority of our planet's population. Jesus, the town looked like a war zone. Destroyed vehicles, run down fortifications, dead bodies, nd debris littered the streets like toys on the floor of a child's bedroom. Throw around in some climatic battle, forgotten by everyone but the dead. Nate was nowhere to be found. Had he succumbed to the horrors lurking in the dark places of this City of Ghosts, or had he simply given up hope and left for a new destination, a new hope of survival? "Elektro," I said to myself. Recounting all the times I had told him of the loot I found in mass quantities in that godforsaken coastal metropolis. "He had to have gone to Elektro." The thought of returning stirred up many memories, mostly unpleasant. I had lost Danny there, Tik-Tak too. I had been forced to kill my first human being there, which had ended up beng for a pile of empty whiskey bottles and bent tin cans. The city was nothing but a charnel house to those who dared enter. So I set out on my trek bck along the coast to that city I swore never to enter again. After dodging a group of Zacks by running into the forest, I came upon a friendly fellow named Jacken. After a short, tense standoff in the dark we decided to team up. I told him why I was heading back down to the coast, and that my friend was a fairly new player who likely had no ideas of the dangers he currently faced. A fairly expirienced player, he was a tad low on gear and decided that I could use some help once I arrived at Elektro. Making our way through the mountainous roads, time and time again avoiding large hordes of the undead, we came upon a small village. Jacken spoke up first. "Rock, you hungry?" "Sure am. Lost most of my supplies on the hike up to Berez." "Alright, we'll hit up Tulga here then move on to elektro." Creeping slowly through the town, we wasted precious minutes scavenging for supplies that couldn't be found. Minutes in which Nate may have been killed. Then it happened. Creeping across the road in the dark, I tripped over a crawler making its nightly rounds. A scream echoed up from its depths as the entire village was summoned to me. Emptying an AK-74 magazine into the oncoming horde did little to slow them down as they closed the distance. That's when Jacken threw a flare,illuminating the entire village. The horde stopped momentarily, only to have Jacken charge them with his hatchet. In the middle fo the road I saw him swing left, right, up, down, taking down a deadhead with every hack, slash, and cleave. I rushed to help, but something slammed into me from behind as I ran to help. One off the zombies had run into me in the dark, and with my night vision deadened by the flare the monster began to carve into me. SNAP! A bone in my leg shattered and a deep gash was torn into my chest as I fell in the darkness. Falling unconcious I prepared myself for the end.But the end didn't come. Within a few seconds I was awake again, desperately dragging myself out of the fight. The flare had gone out, but the growls and moans of the dead remained. As I crawled into the forest I heardone last, faint shout from the village below. "Find your friend! Don't let hi-" Being cut off suddenly in a chorus of sick, wet, crunching sounds his shout was silenced. I applied morphine for my bones, and a bandage for the deep gash in my chest. Looking down into the blackened village, I could make out just a bit of movement on the road. I threw a new flare in hopes of alerting Jacken to my survival. At the spot he had made his stand in, there now crouched a horde of the beasts. Several corpses lay strewn over the road and to the sides, at least ten that I could see in the red glare. A sickening, wet sound echoed through the trees and I knew it to be the final acknowledgement of Jacken's existance, only food for a horde of bloodthirsy, cannibal former human beings. I turned into the woods and ran, going south and never stopping. Wracked with pain I stumbled through the night, with my goal being the only thing that kept me going. I should have died that night, on the side of the road in Tulga along with Jacken, the last thing I saw being the teeth of a dozen starved, dead mouths. After what seemed like hours of running, I reached it. The dark familiar skyline greeted me with a feeling of unease as I slipped quietly into the town. Raiding the hospital, I stumbled on another dose of morphine and a bag of blood. Thinking to myself that it would be handy in case Nate had been wounded, I darted through the streets. Whispering my friends name every half-minute or so, I came upon the old station house in town. I popped a flare, deciding to alert Nate to my presence through a visual, instead of audible means. Scouring the station, I found one extra clip for my rifle before descending back to the ground level. Satisfied with my loot, I crept slowly and deliberately out of the station's rear exit when it happened again. Turning a corner onto the darkened streets led me face to face with a hopper. Crouched low, it let out a menacing growl as it leaped for my face. I turned and ran, not wanting to alert the rest of the town's population to my presence any more than I already had when two more cut me off from the road. I broke hard left into the field where my flares had fallen, no less than five undead chasing me at this point. Sprinting with all the strength I could muster I made my way to the supermarket in hopes of making a last stand when I heard a voice from the shadows. "Rock, I see you! Wait up!" Oh shit! I forgot about Nate in my exodus from the station house! I screamed at him to find some buildig to hide in while I took care of my pursuers, though I knew I couldn't survive. Running into the supermarket drew them in withme, now sauntering slowly through the aisles. Thinking quickly, I ran out the back door in an attempt to lead them away from my friend but to my curiosity I hadn't been followed. Then I heard a voice from inside the supermarket. "Rock, where are you? I'm inside the store." Oh god no. Is someone else going to die tonight because of me? Then he shouts at me. "They're all over the place! I found a gun, a double-barrel. Holy shit, they're everywhere!" A large boom thundered outward from the store as I ran into the street. Even more came crawling and shambling from dark corners of the town as Nate made his last stand. The were gathering around the outside now, oblivious to my presence as they came closer to their food inside. Then it hit me. He really is going to die because of me. He was justa kid.He had no experience against these things other than run and hide. But now he was cornered. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Another thundering blast echoed through the dark store as I made up my mind. Taking one of my last flares from my belt, I lobbed it through the store window. As it ignited, I saw half a dozen rottin, pale faces turn to me from inside. Fast as lightning I drew my revolver and sighted in on one that was outside and nearest to me. Pulling the trigger, I had his friend's head in my iron sights before his body hitthe ground dead. Another shot, another kill, and I ran in the front door. "Nate! get out of here, there's doors in the back!" They stumbled toward me, cold hands reaching for my throat as I pulled the trigger. BLAM! One fell, I sighted another. BLAM! Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat I told myself. Time seemed to stand still as I fired. I couldn't hear their moans, the sizzling of the flare, or even the oud gunshots eminating from the barrel of my weapon. There was just me and the undead bastard currently in my sights. Finishing off the ones in the front, I ran to the back to discover that there were even MORE back there. Reloadng I proceeded to clear them out. The last one nearly had me as I fired the gun point blank into his left eye, splattering the wall behind him in grey matter as the body fell to the floor lifeless. Nate came storming out from the back, now with a crossbow clutched in his hands as he staredat me. Before we could say anything else, more entered the store from the front and back. Nate scurried behind one of the shelves to find more bolts for his weapon while I reloaded and began taking them down. Nate, finding another bolt, proceeded to reload while I turned my back on the few remaining Zed to cover him from behind. At the moment I turned around one stood up behind him, approaching him from his bllind spot. "Nate, behind you!" His voice quivered in fear. "I got him, don't worr-" His sentence was cut off as the zombie behind him hit him, slamming him to the ground. Hearing the moans behind me growing ever closer, I took aim at Nate's attacker and fired. The force sent it backwards, with a smoking hole in its head as it stumbled about for a few seconds before accepting a final, permanent death. Getting up, now with a loaded crossbow, Nate fired over my should and hit one that was about to finish me, repaying my favor almost instantly. Swinging around and firing my weapon in one fluid motion, I began backpedaling to the rear of the store. At the moment the last one fell, my revolver clicked as the hammercame down on an empty cylinder. Fumbling for my next six rounds, I had just shoved them into the gun when I was grabbed from over the counter. I yelled as the rounds clicked into place at the same time cold, stiff fingernails pierced my arm. The thing jerked, as if to pull me over the counter and pin me to the ground where I would be an easy meal. With its fingers still lodged in my arm, I placed the barrel of my revolver into the bastard's mouth and squeezed the trigger as I clenched my teeth in pain. The bullet ripped through the back of his mouth, taking a portion of jawbone with it as it sailed into the back room of the store minus its owner. The thing gave a last desperate wease before the grip slackened and I was able to pull my arm free. The body fell back against the wall and slid down, leaving a small trail of gore in its wake that glistened in the dying red light of the flare. I limped over to the wall, and fell against it for support. With my legs giving out I slid down and into a sitting position as Nate crawled over to sit beside me. The world was silent for a moment, as if even the crickets were giving us their rapt attention. We both sat in silence, neither of us able to believe that we were still breathing. The flare died, plunging the store back into darkness. The bodies, and evidence of our struggle seemed to evaporate as the shadows swallowed them. The silence was broken. "Nate..." "Yeah?" "Did I save you?" He was quiet for a moment. "I think so." Slipping me some painkillers and a bandage, he continued. "That was some shit we just pulled off man." "I guess it was." He wrapped he bandage around my arm, and the pain that had been hounding me since Tulga had finally retreated, now only a distant, numb throbbing in my head. I stood up, barely, and made my way to the back doors. Nate finished scavenging the food and other useful items and met me within a minute. I led him shakily to my hiding place so we could rest for the night, regather our strength and take inventory, when he spoke up. "Why'd you come back for me? I was screwed." "I just did." Even in the night I could see his frown. "No reason? Even I would have left me to rot in there." I gave a smile as we reached the treeline to the north of the city. "Let's just say someone did the same for me. Pay it forward, ya know?" I glanced back one last time, at the city that had claimed so many of my friends. Not this time you bastard, I thought as we scampered northward. i'll see you some day Jacken. Thanks for another chance.

Sniping fresh spawns on the coast using a high-powered military grade rifle, while the other person can only turn his flashlight on and off. Yeah, sounds fair bro.

I seem to have some scary stuff happen to me. Earlier today, after hiking from Elektro to Berezino over the course of a few days to meet up with my friend in Berez, he was shot dead and killed by somebandit after he was setting his options. I thought, OK, time to log out cause we wont be meeting anytime soon. So he calls for us to go to a new server and we do, the only two players being him and me. It's dark out, but with just enough light to make your way by. I'm in the Berezino supermarket when I log in, and he spawned near Kamyshovo. As I look at my map and plan my route, I exit out of the map and turn to the front doors when... A human shaped shadow darts by the front doors, silent as the night. I check the player list. Only me and him. I look outside andsee nothing, not even a zombie. Throwing a flare to light my way and hopefully extinguish my fears, I dart out of town heading south-east to the main coastal road. Then my friend, lets call him Nate, shrieks. "You OK dude? Zombie's kill ya this time?" His answer was most uncomforting. "No man, I saw this guy just run past the building I'm hiding in. Full sprint and everything." I check the player list. Again, we are the only two on the server. What the hell was going on? "OK, just stay there and turn off your light, I'll come get you." Now after both of us seeing the same thing, kilometers apart, within the span of about two minutes we both know something's effed up. Nate decides to come meet me halfway because he's kind of freaking out. So we both run along the train tracks hoping to find each other. After I pass Solnichniy heading south along the tracks I come to a small village. The tracks run through it, and I skirt the town along the forest's edge as I see the zombie count increase and they begin coming out from behind buildings. No big deal I thought, they can't see me when it's this dark. As I stuck just outside the treeline I checked my map to see where I was. After looking south of Solnichniy, I saw that there were no settlements or buildings from Sol until you hit Kamyshovo. Where the hell was I? It felt like this was the part of the map that "Here there be monsters" referred to. Staying as far from the town as I could without losing the coast I immediately noticed what appeared to be a survivor running through the woods in front of me, followed by 1-3 zombies. So I call Nate up again. "Dude, you getting chased by zombies again?" "Just walking along the tracks, no zombies in sight." wut. Checking the server list again, I notice that we are STILL alone on the server. No zombies attacked me, or Nate, and I definately saw a survivor running past me into the forest. Did we see the ghost of some guy who aggroed in this tiny ghost village and ran off into the woods? Was it the same thing I saw in Berez, and Nate saw in Kamyshovo? What the hell did I see?

Remington 870, found out about backpack munching a few minutes later when I logged off and looked at the forums

know what you mean, some admin likes to keep a 50 man server to himself and his friend or something, i kept getting kicked as soon as i joined

I've had several dreams about the world being engulfed in a zombie apocalypse, but none that take place in chernarus that I know of

Any reason you picked your left nut, or did ya just flip a coin?

*takes beans out of robber's pack and gives them back to him* You never said who the beans had to belong to.

Not today, but awhile ago I was starving to death. Food meter in the red and everything. After narowly escaping Cherno after being hunted by a bandit, I was full on sprinting for Elektro when I saw this poor noob who had spawned only minutes before and was chased out of elektro with about 5-6 deadheads on his heels. I took out my 1911 and began popping off rounds, and as we dodged the zombies I was taking out, I asked him if he had food. As he beganto run around a nearby shed, he informed me no he did not. As I dodged left and took out another one, he began sprinting straight for Cherno with 2-3 still on his heels. I tried to take them out, but I couldn't. I ended up screaming "HAPPY TRAILS KID!" through direct a loud as I could. Found food in elektro, and didn't die. Too bad that kid died about 3 minutes later :(

Love not being able to loot cherno because some dude sees wire fencing and decides to claim the whole damn city for himself.

You, sir, are a paragon of survivor kind. Even when ebing firedupon by a BANDIT, you attempted to cease hostilities and engage peace negotiations. This scum deserved nothing of the sort however, and your kill was justified. I hope another survivor finds you and gives you a blood transfusion, because you certainly deserve one.

Trying to shoot up noobs in elektro with a chopper? Sad that the explosion did't kill you all immediately. Then you wouldn't have had a chance to escape.

One time I was at Green Mountain. During the day, on a hunt for supplies. I was in the radio tower, and mere minutes after I had arrived two heavily armed players came in. They cleared the area, and scaled the ladder one at a time. I wanted to communicate with them, but for some reason I didn't. I opened fire on them as they came up, very unlike me. As the second came up past his dying friend, he lit me up with a 30 round AK mag, but somehow I was still able to shoot him in the head with an M4 a few seconds after, when I should have died instantaneously from such a high volume of fire.. Did Green Mountain keep me alive long enough to kill two other trespassers, even though I, another trespasser myself, should have died before? The power of that place... when it can't defend itself, does it call on us as unwitting pawns, unaware of is supernatural hold of our beings to destroy each other?

right, I just don't want to get wasted because of a mix up. but you guys are doing good (from what i've heard), so keep it up!