Detta (DayZ)

So, after playing DayZ and meeting new faces and playing with a consistent group, I've noticed something. We were 12+ people, all of us playing DayZ straight for over 18 hours. And since that's so many, I have to guess; this can't just be us. I'm actually sleeping at day and staying awake at night just to be able to play with my US Clan members. I love my clan. Anything changed in your days/nights?

You so cool bro.

Not really. Also, read the fucking TOA. They reserve the right to ban you at any time whatsoever even if the reason was because you were black.

This destroys the purpose of realism.

Linking a nonexistent thread,. nice. "Sorry, we couldn't find that!"

US-BASED BANDITS UPCOMING EUROPEAN DIVISION

Sent some PMs.

Introduction I'm just writing this short story for fun, hoping someone will get amused. Most of the names mentioned in this story will be names of clan members. I will add chapters every now and then to progress the story. The story is a slightly modified version of how we as a clan progress ingame. Everything is set in a different perspective in this story however. Also, thanks to my lovely clan; Detta Company. Comments are greatly appreciated! Pretty please? Chapter 1 "Daylight" As I woke up in my bed that morning, I rushed to check for the newspaper outside. I lived in a small town called 'Nadezhdhino' with my father, he was obsessed with guns, specifically shotguns. As I was about to leave out the door, he asked if I could go to the neighbor and borrow some sugar. The neighbor was a fat man around the age of 50. His family had left him, and he was mostly keeping to himself. The newspaper was lying in a pool of water. "Fucking paperboy" I thought, without picking it up. I walked over to the neighbor's door, and I started pounding on the door. No response. I pounded again, no response. I tried opening the door, and it was unlocked to my surprise. He always kept it locked. I walked in, and I started yelling out his name. I walked into the living room, and no one was there. I proceeded into the kitchen. I took a quick peek out of the window, and I could look at his back yard. There was a small sign on the ground, on top of some fresh dirt. "Rest in Peace Johnny. I love you." is what it said. I was saddened, I used to play with that cat once in a while. I assumed the cat had died of age, it was quite old. I left the house, and I went into the back yard. I plucked the only flower I could find in the yard, although it was quite ugly. I placed it on the top of the poor cat's grave, and I turned around. I noticed the cellar door was open, so I went in. The stairs were long, and the light switch was inconveniently placed at the other end of the room. I knew, because he and my father used to sit together sometimes and fix weapons. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, everything was dark. I walked towards the light switch and I stumbled on something and fell. I fell into a pool of some kind of liquid, and I was horrified. It was dark and I didn't know what it was. It could be urine, it could be anything. My legs was placed on something, and I quickly got up and ran towards the switch. I froze. It was him, our neighbor. He was lying in his own blood next to his most prized shotgun. I got a huge adrenaline kick and I didn't know what I could do. The only thing I could hear was my heart, it felt like I was going to throw it up. I was about to run to my father, when I noticed a piece of paper lying a few steps ahead of him. It was a note. What was I to make of this? I was shocked. I didn't think of what I read, my mind wasn't able to process it. I dropped it, and I ran. When I slammed the door open, you would think I had ran all the way from Elektrozavodsk. End of Chapter 1.. Chapter 2 "Nightfall" To UbiquitousBadGuy, I didn't change the formatting for a few reasons. It destroys the voice I want the readers to hear, and the speed they read it in. I apologize. People had gathered. We were all staring into the eyes of the void, deep beneath the scarred emotions of the fallen. Emptiness. Loneliness. Desperation. A few pieces of him reflected on all of us that night. I was unable to read my father's blank face although I could see him clearly, illuminated by the lantern he so firmly held. His face looked like he knew this would happen. Maybe just not this soon. 3 days went by in completely silence. Any attempt to talk to him was in vain. I only got facial expressions and nods. It's like he set his life in hiatus, and when he finally talked to me, he invited me to sit down in the living room. "I'm going to go away for a bit. I don't know when I'll be back, but once I return then all this will be completely forgotten." "Wha"-- he interrupted me. "You're 20 years old now, you can handle things by yourself. I've spoken with Katie, if you want then you can live there." Katie was a friend of the family, only a few years older than me. I had a crush on her when I was little, but she ended up being the matriarch in the neighborhood. She moved to Chernogorsk to pursue her dream as a journalist. He left, shushing my every attempt to speak. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, or if this was real. Did it matter? I sat down again, knowing there was nothing I could do. As the hours went of pacing back and forth in the living room, I came to the conclusion that I had to find him. He was emotionally unstable, capable of both nothing and anything. I packed. I felt a rush of excitement as well as hopelessness. It was obvious that my dull life had gotten a game changer. It was clear where I had to start looking. When my mother died, he also had a time of reconciliation, putting things together. It was less dramatic however. Before I was born, he and my grandfather had built a small cabin north-east out of Mogilevka. It was a quite nice place, sometimes we would go hunting and isolating ourselves from the troubles of the outside world. I stole a bicycle along the road to get to Chernogorsk so I could ask Katie to drive me, and inform her of the situation. I looked around in the city, and I couldn't help but noticing that people looked slightly disturbed. I didn't put much though into it. With everything that had been going through my mind lately, it wasn't all that weird. I rang the bell, and I heard a familiar voice mumbling something along the lines of "I'm coming". I looked at the memorial, and I saw a homeless guy sitting infront of it. "I had dreams, they were clouds in my coffee." I couldn't really interpret what it meant but he had this distinguished look about him. He noticed me staring, and he returned the gesture. Suddenly, the door opened. Making my name known to the whole street, she hugged me and welcomed me inside. End of Chapter 2.. Chapter 3 The days of DayZ aren't far now. Feedback and criticism is greatly welcomed! Also, sorry if you experience the intro as slow. I'll do my best to make it worth it.

WARNING Recruitment is now closed. Recruitment will open in 1-3 months. ------------------------------------------------------------ This thread has now been revised. Please note that certain numbers in this threads might be outdated. Like age and members. Introduction Detta Company was created by two members: Detta & Zack a.K.a Ninja Zack is a guy I met online on DayZ, and we got acquainted. I however, have had a goal ever since I started. That goal is to earn and maintain the friendship of others, united towards a common purpose: to survive. We currently have 14 great members, and we try to make sure that everyone enjoy themselves. We come to each others aid, and we place our trust in the brotherhood that has emerged. We are constantly looking for people to join, both new and old players. Loyalty is heavily prioritized, and if you aren't planning on bonding to your group, do not come. Dedication is also a key factor, in order to ensure the survival of both the group and our lives. Our youngest member is 13. Our oldest member is 32. Ages vary, but the arbitrary value is not important. Your conscious mind and personality is what makes the difference. What We Have A US 50 slot DayZ Server (www.DayZHosting.com) A US 50 slot Teamspeak 3 Server (Soon to be) A website Respect Loyalty Entertainment Requirements Requirements are never fun, but they're always necessary. Sorry. You must be 16 years old. Rare exceptions are made. You must be able to communicate and relax. Have fun! There are a few jokers around. Being overly serious only gets you so far in this group. I rarely give orders. But when I do; listen. Most things are handled in consensus though. Goals I see popularity. I see competition. I see divisions for all the major games. I see strong collective leadership. I see brothers. I see you. Extro I will not make a generic application form for people to reply. We were born with a brain, use it to think. Be creative. Please include your age, name and a short bio please. Send me a PM! Also, please make a post in this thread to express your first-impression of this "message".

Apparently I've given a good enough impression for you to waste your time writing that post. I find it entertaining how you've decided to try and analyze the situation and even me. I have to say you've done so wrongfully. If I could remind you, a lot of our members are on vacation right now. You probably forgot that though. The guy in particular (coopydubs) actually got removed from the clan because he lowered himself to the same position both you and TJ are in. My clan will get our fuel from teamwork and companionship, which it was founded on. It's only sad you didn't get to see the return of our vacant members and the push we'll receive from our sponsors (www.mymgn.com). You were always discretely talking shit and acting like a prepubescent child. There's a reason why you're out of the clan and feel out of place. Now please stop bumping this old thread.

Thanks for the post Swift, I'll get back to you later on today.

I'll realize that if the members realize that. You are not a member. You were a member, but you were kicked in consensus with the other members.

Mine came within an hour.

Yes it is.. You can have a private database (not HIVE, no) with several servers linked to it, and pretty much do whatever you want without being affected by Rocket's rules, and at the same time run BattleEye. Tested and proven.

Thanks man. And what's this thing about crashing vehicles? Blasphemy!

And people wonder why I set age requirements to my clan? I'm sure if you ask any other clan member, then this is a very wonderful clan. The only thing that could challenge that, is people like you dramatizing and overreacting. And the only cheating this clan has had the unfortunate experience with is you and coopydubs duplicating. Please don't bomb my thread, TJ. I didn't teleport to your friend, I saw him, asked if he was your friend, and I broke his legs. I had a bicycle and a crowbar as a matter of fact. He was then eaten by zombies. PS: The duped items you left behind is clan property, which we happily use to supply new recruits with. Adios TJ! My advice to you is that the next problems you have to face in your life, take it like a man. Those people you said were your friends are in this clan, and they are what makes this clan what it is. Stop backstabbing.

Making a camp in a chopper spawn doesn't sound like the greatest idea known to man.

Someone post a tl;ds ? :(

The picture is actually based on him.. Brilliant display of intelligence, Legacy. Or were you implying I in real life look like Sheogorath? If so, I'm awfully flattered. Edit: Coming from the guy that condescends himself and humanity in general by using an anime avatar.

Your misuse of grammar made me sad.

It's okay, because I would have done the same to you. :)

One day you'll realize why you don't have contact with your family anymore. Because you fucking suck. :)

I'm not calling myself superior or strong. I've cried over not having seen a person I once met online and started caring about, that pretty much eliminates everything superior about me. But appearing like a kid getting bullied in school is below all that. At least when people react like that to posts like which I made.

It was pretty accurate really. It wasn't released in the patch notes as of yet, so you can't treat my answer as inaccurate.

Actually, it's the single man that makes a difference. If the majority does it, the religious person would categorize them. You don't hear a single voice in a crowd of screameres. I'm older than you by the way. And you have no idea what you're talking about.