Long_Live_Don

This keeps happening to me and a couple of my friends. It happens when you change into a bandit/hero. Not sure if it does it with other skin changes such as camo clothing/ghillie suits.

Happens to me too.

Quick question, this chart says it's zeroed at 300m. http://wolverine.cameron.edu/~ac113448/ARMA2/ARMA2WeaponRangingAndCorrectionGuide.pdf But the wiki states 400m, so which is it?

Log in near Elektro from last night. I see the messages of people dying left and right, at least 10 in a few seconds, something isn't right. A few seconds later, I die out of nowhere. Was in the middle of some bushes outside of town. I switch servers, spawn at Kamarovo and run towards Balota, as I get near, a hacker spawns everyone in the middle of nowhere. It turns into a free for all, needless to say, I die again. I switch servers AGAIN, and spawn at Cherno. Minutes later a hacker spawns me an as-50, m4cco sd, ghillie suit, the works. Before I got to use my new toys, a helicopter flies overhead and guns me down. IN BEFORE --THIS IS ALPHA-- I'm simply sharing my DayZ story for tonight. So what's yours?

People bitch about snipers, then bitch when justice is served. If they're dumb enough to camp in the most obvious sniping location in Cherno, they deserve this.

Just ran to another player's camp I found earlier, everything gone as well lol. And I KNOW IT'S IN ALPHA. Was just asking for an explanation, like a server problem? So I can avoid this server from now on, or if every server has a chance of this happening.

3 tents full of stuff, a tractor, a bike, a pbx boat, all gone, vanished into thin air. It's not the best loot, but still pretty annoying since me and some buddies earned it. I know you're not supposed to get attached to gear. Is there any particular reason this happened? I was literally organizing everything in my camp 15 minutes ago, hopped off to get something to eat, and just came back on, then BAM.

I'm a bandit, and today I tried to do a nice thing for once. I was on a low pop server riding around in my tractor along the coast, I soon see a guy running along, so I honk my horn. I get out, and tell him to back up, then I'll give him a gift. He fails to listen to me and decides to run around all panic-like, I ignore it as he's completely unarmed and a new spawn. I give up trying to ask him so I search the inventory to give him an M16, so I take it out, and put it on the ground. What does he do next? Completely ignores the gun, and gets right in my tractor, and tries to make a get away. He made it about 10 feet before he got shot out..I will never understand some people. I'm never again going to try and do something nice. Anyone I see on the coast from now on, armed or unarmed, is going to die.

The first time I found a Mt Dew, it felt like good luck to me. I had a buddy with me and we found a crashed heli site, there laying was an as-50 and an l85. 5 minutes later, another crashed heli, and I kid you not, there laid another l85 and some NVGs. A couple days later we decided to raid the NW airfield, got into a sniping battle, and we lost, so I don't know if the curse took it's time or not, but dying there was expected.

Rocket posted a thread about the newest update 1.7.2.4, and it states that it's a closed test and only 50 people can test it, yet most servers are updated to 1.7.2.4. Obviously there are more than 50 players. Sorry if I'm dumb but can someone please explain this to me?

Which server? I might be able to help you out

Has anyone felt this feeling before? I assume it's quite a rare occurance. 2 people, me and my buddy, both of us armed with an as-50, NVG's, and I have an M4cco sd or w/e it's called. Just to give you an idea of what was at stake. Have been surviving for days upon days, pillaging and looting everything and anything from anybody or nobody...<the way of the bandit> We head into the small, deadly, yet (at the moment) quiet town known as Stary Sobor. All seemed well, checked out the tents, the main town, and even a crashed heli right outside the city. Went back towards the field to loot the deer stand somewhat towards the military tents, get about 50 feet from it. BANG! Dinnerbell. The dreaded and unmistakable sound of the Lee Enfield was heard. The hunted seeking blood from the hunters. The lamb taking charge, clamping down on the mistakes of the lions..to become the king himself. But from where? Why? Who? It didn't matter. We just had to survive. "ENFIELDDD!!!" I shrieked to my young friend Sean. Shots were landing at my feet, zipping by my head, everywhere. Any moment could have been our last. Trying to get a fix on his location was no good, as any attempt to stand still and return fire could have resulted in my purge. We bolted into the woods, still hearing the bell of death closing in. Along the way, we spot multiple items on the ground. Slimy...wet...the stench of raw MEAT. It was everywhere! We kept running as fast as we could, coming across even more raw meat. Another 30 seconds into the forest, my worst fear became my reality. More raw meat, along with a roaring campfire, and half a dozen pitched tents. It was the lair of the meat murderer. The stories and legends were true all along. They say the raw meat comes from his victims flesh. And then we see it..4...5 bodies of his recent killings. Stiff, still warm. With the meat murderer closing in on our trail, we do the unthinkable. We enter the demon's lair. Searching for anything that could dispose of such a beast, as conventional ammunition would do no justice. An M-16, SAW, Ak-47, and countless other automatic weapons found in his lair, along with our semi-automatic .50 cal sniper rifles were no match for this monstrosity. A glimmer of hope shines from one of the tents. An M67 anti-personnel frag grenade. Composition B, pyrotechnic delay M213 fuse—4-5.5seconds. I lob it down the hill, hoping to destroy any living soul on its way up. My hearing goes mute. Shellshocked from the blast. I regain conciousness to realize my murder count goes up 1 point. The hunted, once again, became the hunted. Screaming and yelling with tears of joy with my buddy, we celebrate our victory. More importantly, we celebrate it with the warm juicy steaks of the delicious meats found along our path. With the fire still burning, we feast. We feast. We notice a few more tents on our way out of the lair, in hopes of gaining even more epic lewt, we advance. Sean notices something odd coming from behind one of the tents. Movement? A figure leans out from behind a tree. A strange face. Yet a familiar gun. I cannot tell you the ending of this tale, but I can tell you one thing. Alt F4 played no part.

Once they fix the alt f4/disconnecting issues, I won't mind if they take them out. But right now, it's almost the only time I can actually kill someone before they get a chance to disappear.