I've had a couple of really good days with this mod, and an experience with a hacker that wasn't that bad. Here's the story. I play on Oceanic servers for the most part, and had gone onto one in a neighboring country for a good time. I've spawned on the coast, and just booked it in the direction of Zeleno. I'm just on the outskirts, when I see a tent. Probably nothing in it, right? Wrong. Kobra, 6 mags, 1911 sidearm, bunch of tools, medical supplies and a map. Nice. I scoop everything, and sprint into Zeleno just in case someone comes home. I'm capping zombies left and right, right up into the supermarket, where I find pretty much the rest of the needed survival gear. What to do now? Fuck it, I think, I'm going to find me a helicopter. I know the odds of finding one are zero, fixing it if it is there is also zero, and odds of flying it are less than zero. But I'm rolling up to Skalka anyway, shooting zeds where I have to, and nary seeing a soul. After a long run, I'm in Skalka. And what do I see up on the hill? Fucking tent city! 7 or 8 tents, sandbags, and most beautifully of all, a pristine quad bike. So, I do what any self respecting land pirate would do, and riffle through the tents. There's just about every survival gear you would need in there, including nvgs and a gps, so they go in the bag, as well as some steaks, and something I haven't had before, a Bizon with a couple of mags. I load up the bike, and I'm riding off into the sunset for the edge of the map. I travel over hill and dale for about 1/2 an hour, and as I roll into a clearing... A bus! Score. I jump into the back, and score myself an MP5SD and a few clips for my trouble. Back on the bike, roll on. By this time, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm itching to get into the night, turn on the nvgs, and start fucking with people. I ditch the bike, log out, an jump onto an Aussie server. It's night. Beautiful. I'm running down the coast, heading towards Cherno/Electro... Wait a minute. That doesn't look like my bag... It isn't. I shit bricks, because all of a sudden I'm holding an AS50, ammo, ALL the tools, and a GODDAMN GHILLE SUIT, and I have a M4 CCO SD in my backpack. I've been hacked. I log, partly because who knows what's going to happen next, and partly because I have to work. I think about my ill gotten gains. Should I just drop the gear? Go on a rampage in downtown Cherno? Run into the nearest zombie and let him chow down? Fuck that. And so, I became a sniper. Sitting up on the hills near Kamenka, I saw a guy with a hatchet taking on a zombie at a time. Rangefinder...600 meters. Perfect. Zeroed in, one shot. Murders, 1. Godlike hardon achieved. This game gives you that godlike sensation more than any other I've played. You can see him, he can't see you... His life is in your hands. Still, a part of me was sickened by this. Too easy. I didn't have to fight to get this gear. So, I decided I was going to play the Guardian Angel. Saw another survivor picking his way up the coast. He aggroes a zombie. BANG The zombie goes down. Understandably, he shits bricks, and drops to prone, hoping he wasn't seen. Another zombie. BANG He freaks out and starts running. I briefly consider running after him. Decide against it, and head to Cherno. On top of the tower to the north of Cherno. Looking for either a target to save, or to kill. Find nothing. Hear shots from the left. Down the tower, and to the small hamlet near Cherno. A guy holes up in a barn. He takes out the zombies, I line him up... My food icon is flashing. Vigourously. Shiiit. Check bags. Nothing. Damn you hacker! I always carry food. I abandon my quarry and run a bit further along the woods. A boar! Nice. I take out the M4, and plug the boar. A green figure flits across the screen, in the trees about 50 meters away. Shit! Another ghille suited figure. We see each other about the same time. He has cover behind a tree, I drop prone. I empty a clip into the tree and him with what seems to be little effect. BANG YOU ARE DEAD. And that's my last few days in Chernarus. TL:DR: I am a thief, got hacked, and finally killed in a firefight in the scrub outside Cherno.
