kappatango

Nice to see so many who only kill when threatened, Game is great fun with ALL types of players. Who are you going to be?

I am glad I allowed myself to realise this and change the way I play enough to defend myself. I think too many people want an easy life with no PvP without realising that this part of the game, probably sub consciously, is making them have the natural fear of the world they are trying to survive in. Don't quit. Don't become a full bandit - but if you need to kill to live, accept that you do what you have to do. Like I said, I will no kill in cold blood. I will not hunt you down. Pass me by without knowing I am here and you live.

Thats Fair enough Snake ( great name BTW, love MGS :) ) And it is people like you that are NEEDED in this world. You bring that fear and reality that no AI can. I will not server hop either. I will not quit for fear. But there are 3 clear types of player emerging: 1: Base Survivor who minds his own business and never PK's 2: Evolved Survivor who is aware of his surroundings and lives for himself but is not afraid to defend under threat 3: Bandit. Kill no matter what Love this mod....

Never said I have been. They just have reputations. Cheap = need for more custom = quick to drop :P

So. I wanted to be clean. Survive myself and leave others be. Then last night, having survived many hours play I was confronted by a survivor. He typed 'Friendly' so i responded the same. As I hit return, he shot me. Dead. Hours of play over. At first I was pi55ed, Then it dawned on me, THIS is what it would be like. THIS is an apocalypse. My mindset has changed to the extent that if I see you and you don't see me, I will happily let you go. I am not out to ruin anyone's game. I am happy to survive under my own steam and 'live' in this world of hell. trouble is, if I think you have seen me, I will drop you quicker than a cheap whore's knickers. I finally realised that PvP actually MAKES this game what it is. Its easy to avoid the Zeds, its the Players who make the game. I team up with friends and will happily have anyone travel with me but in this world of the living dead, where it is survival of the fittest, I have found a balance. Leave those who are oblivious to my presence, but Kill anyone who is a threat. Lets Survive People. Lets Win this war against the dead!

Kit Kat

Genius. Thank you

Will be back on this evening and may update :)

Just a bit of fun old man. 38, happily married and 4 kids, some games just hit the spot.

I am going to keep a diary of my time on the game. My first experience is posted here Day 2: I am still alive. Safe in my barn, I awaken from the sleep that overcame me. I wait for my friend. He is joining me this evening as we prepare to scour the barren landscape for life, food, drink and safety. In a world where I trust no-one apart from my closest friend, I must simply exist. Its been a while and he has not returned. My temperature is dropping and my stomach yearns to be treated. The decision is made and I start to move around on my own. Fear in my belly where I wish there was food, I slowly emerge from my protection. The Living Dead are everywhere. Their noise, their stench and their aimless wandering is enough to remind me I am alive. I refuse to become one of them. I refuse to be taken to the other side. As I scavenge the land with nothing more than my wits I find another barn. Inside I find an Enfield. While the weapon brings comfort, I would trade a thousand guns for one small measure of fluid to pass my drying lips. My body is telling me I need to replenish the energy I am using. No food. no drink, another barn must be left once more. With no map in my Pack I must use the landscape to evaluate my options. A few towns come and go with no reward and I am beginning to tire. In the distance I see a survivor being hunted by the hoard. I long to help him, but in a selfish decision I remain unseen. I watch as he runs. And then they pounce. They tear him apart all the while I am feeling helpless but relieved its not me. The monsters move on and I take my chance on his pack. The sight of his mangled torso will never be forgotten, but he no longer needs his gear in this world for he has moved on. Nothing. I fear this survivor was new to these lands and his loss was not my gain. My body reminds me of the need to be fed and watered. Moving up to the top of the nearest hill, I look around for where to move next. As I scan the road I see a town. A Church. Surely there is safety there and with it a moment to reflect. Still my friend is not with me. I am alone and in need of resources. As I slowly enter the town each building disappoints. Empty cans and tins show traces of life moved on. I have no time to dwell on the desire for company, I just pray they are safe. I turn a corner to move towards the holy building and suddenly my time has come. Face to face with the undead I have no choice but to run. They grow in number as I weave though the town. I chance a look over my shoulder. 3. Its too many. I must reduce the number if I am to survive. Another look. 2. Is now the moment? I time the turn and flick my finger across the trigger of the Enfield. 1 Zed dropped and 1 more to go. Again I release the bullet and he is gone. But wait. This cannot be. I am bitten and wounded. Trying to control the panic that is rising I reach into my pack and dress my wound. WHAM. Another hit. The shock was enough to light up my deepest primeval reactions. Another shot and he is gone. I have lost blood, but managed to stem the flow of life from my body. I was fast to react, the physical damage was controlled, the mental pain will be with me for ever-more. I make my way into the church and at last. Provision from on high as I uncover a drink, some beans and a replacement bandage. Again I am smiled upon as a glint in the corner leads me to a handgun, fully loaded. I collapse in the corner and want to wake up from this nightmare. I remember the world we have left behind and long for the 9-5 grind that now seems like paradise. I look at the time. Its been 3 hours. Still no sign of my buddy so I decide to rest up. As I look out of the window, I see a downed chopper in the field. Zeds are everywhere. I will need to wait for assistance before venturing to the site. My body replenished but in a wave of emotion the tiredness kicks in. I must sleep. Another night to survive and this is not the end. Indeed, there is no end to this disease that has swallowed our world. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bye. Close the door on your way out :)

I would stay away from cities and try to find the big Barns. They have Z's there, but less chance of running into Bandits.

Great post Warrior. Sounds like we play the same way. I am on most evenings, so maybe one day in this crazy death infested world, our paths may cross. Kappa

Is it not PING related like the lobby? The higher your Ping, it goes Orange, then eventually RED..?

Cheers Monster. I am totally immersed in this mod. I play under the same tag, so if we ever meet up, then I would pay you the same respect. Kappa