So I recently started playing DayZ, started out like most others, finally started getting loot before being killed and then today I finally managed to get some good gear. I made it to Stary Sobor and got a M16A2 with 7 STANAG mags. I had only ever gotten Winchesters up to this point. I was sitting at 2 bandit kills and 1 murder. Now I had fun. I had 7 murders when I was finally killed. I forgot that my mag was low, had just killed some guys buddy. He chased me into a fort (aka castle), I was full of adrenaline. He ran in the room and I shot at him, but I ran out of ammo. I mouse-wheeled down so I reloaded instead of swapping to my sidearm. I had still managed to hit him a few times but he killed me before I could finish him. I had a deep feeling of disappointment, not of QQ I got killed but of damn I goofed and misclicked; now I have to go and grind again. The best stuff I had gotten in my entire playing time was gone. I was truly sad. It is one of the few games that managed to draw a real emotion out of me. Now this rollercoaster of feeling a rush during a firefight, hyped after killing someone, tense when tracking someone/hiding from someone and saddness when dying is plain awesome. I can understand those who QQ, the grind can be annoying (constantly killed by bandits when trying to get even a hatchet) and others way of playing can be very punishing with less reward (I only kill when I must) but to me this high-low ride is fun as hell. So I guess I'm saying, this god-damned game has me addicted