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Hey guys, I've been doing a "survivor diary" series in Day Z with a group of friends, and the second "season" (character) just started. We're attempting to survive as realistically as possibly without resorting to banditry (unless driven by actual desperation). I'm almost 4 weeks behind on my footage, so please excuse the older gameplay, but I want to keep it sequential for continuity's sake. We had some really interesting encounters in Season 2, so I hope you all enjoy the adventure!

Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 11: Good guys finish last and die first (SEASON FINALE) In Episode 11, we extend mercy that is unfortunately not returned...

Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 9: Raiding the northern Chernogorsk hospital In Episode 9, we head towards Cherno to try and get medical supplies after our bandit hunting adventures. Our gunfire attracts more than just zombies, though... Looking back at this older footage, we barely knew what we were doing, hah.

Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 8: Frontier vigilante justice - the bandit hunt is on! In Episode 8, we decide to head south together and hunt bandits before the upcoming patch removes the bandit skins.

>>> Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 7: Our first murder... who watches the watchmen? [1080p] In Episode 7, Joel is respawned on the beach and I move south to meet with him. We run across several survivors, and things quickly go downhill from there... <<< <<<

Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 5: Claiming territory, and Joel almost gets himself shot In Episode 5, our group of survivors claims a section of the country and quickly finds an unwary intruder. Later, an encounter as night falls almost gets Joel killed.

Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 4: How Joel got lost and almost got me killed In Episode 4, Joel can't figure out where he is, and in my search for him I get way too close to Stary Sobor alone and stumble into an ambush and firefight.

RIP Tractor. 6/13/2012 11:34 pm - 6/14/2012 12:28 am - NEVER FORGET

Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 3: Raiding the North-West Airfield In Episode 3, LOOT, GLORIOUS LOOT! Also, I still hate ladders.

Day Z Survivor Diaries 2 | Episode 2: Raiding the Northern Church My favorite moment from this episode... my fight against Windows Sticky Keys: &t=9m1s

I had been hiking West down the coast for what seemed like days, looking for the last few supplies of food and water that I needed before heading North. I was closer to Electro than I realized and I suddenly stumbled out of the underbrush into the outskirts of town. We saw each other at the same moment: Another survivor, crouched over several dead bandits and other survivors in the middle of the road. I silently cursed myself for being too hasty and coming so close to town as I turned around and ran into the forest overlooking that last, lonely street on the edge of Electo. As I spun I caught one last glimpse of the other survivor quickly standing and ducking behind a fence. I crouched at the edge of the treeline and waited, Winchester 1866 at the ready. To my surprise, the other survivor had misjudged my retreat, thinking I had moved to the right into the buildings instead of falling back to the woods. As I watched the back street from the hill, he suddenly ran into the yard behind of the houses towards the beach, taking cover under a bush less than 50 yards away from my overwatch position. He looked away from me, his own 1866 trained on the street where he thought I remained. I leveled my sights on his prone body, and called him out in chat. Repeated call-outs only caused him to keep moving from bush to bush, frantically looking for my location as I watched him from behind. Four attempts to communicate later I was nervous: he was acting way too sketchy. Minutes ticked by as he crawled from bush to bush, never thinking that I could be watching him from behind. I remained silent from then on, and after a few minutes had passed, he crouched and returned to the street and began looting bodies again. His position blocked my route down the street and provided a vantage point of the beach, my only other option for easily skirting the town. I moved up closer, still remaining in the underbrush. I briefly considered one last chance at communication, but I convinced myself that his behavior meant he wasn't to be trusted. As he crouched over another dead survivor, I slowed my breathing and aimed for his head. Hopefully I could make it quick. The crack of the shot echoed down the street, and he slumped over the body he had been looting. I held my position, waiting, watching. No one came. I moved quickly, taking the food and water that I needed from his body along with a map. I glanced at his body one last time as I began to creep back towards the beach. I told myself again that he had brought it on himself: after all, I had tried to communicate hadn't I? A few minutes later I saw his name in the chat again, using all Cyrillic characters. He was Russian. He wasn't able to understand me. I had blood on my hands.

I really enjoyed this, great work!