Sherdog

I played on the server yesterday and had fun. The only thing I would ask of you is to please restart the server a bit more often. I love a good private hive server that restarts every 4-6 hours. Mostly to get rid of all the junk and re spawn the burned up vehicles.

I'm interested. Name: Sherdog Age: 27 Location: Atlanta, GA Length of Play: 1+ months Current Gear: Nadda. Script kiddie got me last night with a nuke. Currently on Skalisty Island looking for camps. What I'm looking for: My brother and I play a lot together. We're a package deal. We play tactically and clear towns / buildings pretty well. Mostly assault based play, but we can snipe as well. We're looking for 21 years old or greater group of players who play consistently and have good squad based tactics. We've got teamspeak etc. What I can offeer: Keeping tents / camps stocked. I'm a fan of farming locations and getting supplies back to base. We're pretty easy going and fun guys. Just looking for some trouble. I'll be on later tonight

This is the best part about Dayz. Working on a character and enjoying surviving and looting, only to be killed by a scripter. They are lovely lovely people

I'd love to keep it on the down-low... Unfortunately it's done and will continue to do damage to the player base. I wish there was somthing they could do about it.

Bump

I'll start by saying. I. Love. This. Game. Okay, onward... I've been on a "hacked" server 3 times today. Each time being warped into a killing pit. Twice I have been able to run and d/c before losing weeks of work on a character, but the third time was my undoing. I lost everything. Ghillie suit, M4A1 with a red dot, plenty of ammo, NV goggles, rangefinder, AS 50, and a PDW.... That's a bunch of work/luck. I don't mind losing my gear legitimately, it's heat breaking, but part of the game.... But to lose everything because some punk runs a script and thinks he's a "hacker" is absurd. This script running has gotten out of control and must be the very top of the "Things To Do" list for Rocket and his team. My friends have already quit because of hackers. My brother is close after tonight's events. Hell, I'm getting close if this continues. Please save this game from the punks that find this amusing. Otherwise, you will continue to lose potential customers once this thing goes live.

After days (ingame) of building up my character and weeks of actual play time I was killed..... By a hacker. We all warped in to our deaths.... This is the third time I've been "hacked" today. The third being the only lethal time. Fix this please. It ruins the game

Day1 : I woke up on the beach just outside Elektro. I did what I had to do.... Scavenge for some sort of weaponry to defend myself against the zombies and killing and that goes on around the hospital / fire stations. After securing a pistol and hatchet I went just north of the city to meet up with my brother to clear the town together. Once we made contact we headed back into Elektro and secured both fire stations managing to get a couple Kobra's and some mags... We then headed to the supermarket to pick up some food and drink to get us far enough away from the coast. So we're looting the supermarket when I hear the shattering of glass all around me. Thinking quickly I go prone and cover the door while my brother heads to the back to secure the building. I take a peek out around the shelving to see a sniper with an Enfield taking pop shots at us from on top of the school. I keep him busy while my brother loops around the back of the market to get a better angle on his shot. I trade fire with the guy on top of the school until, BAM. My brother puts a single AK bullet into his head from the corner of the supermarket... "Nice shot." We proceed to clear the bar and school to grab any needed survival supplies and begin heading to the hospital to round out our remaining supplies. A couple Blood bags and some morphine. We're good to go, and head north out of Elektro. Life is good. Day 2: We made it out of Elektro alive and managed to put together a good amount of supplies... We are now free to live off the land. We hit some of the towns above Elektro before we decided we would try out luck in Stary. I won't bore you with the detail on our travel to Stary, but it was pretty uneventful aside from a random slaughtering of ~40 zombies involving road flairs and a need for more pistol ammo :) So we arrive ~300-400M south of Stary and check out the situation from the tree lines with binoculars. It looks clear. So we make our way to the military tents. We begin to clear the tents methodically, one watching the tent lane while the other loots. I make my way down the entire left side of the tent line and was about to cross over to the right side when I hear my brother, " We have 1 tango, far end. Main medical tents..." Seconds later I hear the whizzing of bullets between the two as they open fire. "He's on the right tent, outside lane, looking down! Flank him on left!" he yells. I kneel run out of my tent to get the best of him when..... His hidden buddy on the opposite side put's 10 Bison rounds into my side. I bleed and break a leg, but not before getting behind one of the tents for protection.... The bison guy makes a break for my still injured body across the tent line, but my brother takes him out mid run and saves my ass with some well placed shots. I bandage/morphine up as my brother and the original villain still duke it out with pop shots back and forth the length of the tent line. I stand up flank around the fire line and unload 10-15 AK bullets into the second tango from his 9:00 position. We loot the bison and the M4A3 off our attempted killers. Safe at last, but at what cost? I've been taken down to ~4000 blood and can barely stand while my brother is broken and battered at around 2000 blood... I transfuse him back to full health and he takes a morphine... He transfuses me, but the blood doesn't take.... I'm still at 4000 blood and woozy and we're out of blood bags. "Great" Unhappy with our unlucky blood bag dump. We moved north of the tents to the woods for some cover with the plan of finding some wild game to kill and eat for some blood... As soon as we hit the tree line a hail of bullets comes in from our 9:00 ripping my brother up. He's alive, but barely. The shooter tries to move his sights to me as I run for cover but I spot him before he sights me and squeeze off enough rounds to send him packing (d/c'ing, urgg!). I run to my brother and get him bandaged up to stop the bleeding.... Just in time too, he's sitting around 1k of blood and we use our last morphine and blood. We're in a bad spot, but it's getting late and we need to rest before we can get anything accomplished. This mission will have to continue in the morning. Day 3: We wake up. My brother is in a heap... There's no point to him tagging along. He's breathing, but that's about all he can do. I'm not much better, but at least have vision 20-30 meters in front of me. I leave him at the camp to see if I can get some food for us. I head north in hopes of wild game. I can't see well. Everything is in black and white. Hunting is going to be tough is this state. I can't even see my compass because of the blurry vision. I'll have to use the sky. 20 minutes into my expedition I find a sheep. "Purrfect" A 1911 bullet to the head and I'm cooking 5 raw meats a few seconds later. I eat one of them and store the other 4 for my brother. Now to get back to camp and be the hero of the day. I look at around at my surroundings... "Where the hell am I?" There are no visible landmarks that I am familiar with. With no knowledge of the terrain in front of me I decide to find a road and get my bearings. I head south and see a town a ~500 or so meters in front of me. I can't really make out where or what town it is, but it should be enough for me to figure out where I am. I'll just have to get closer to identify it by road sign, or general town layout. I approach the town via tree line as best as I can. I'm about 150M out when it hits me... The giant water tower in the middle. "Oh, shit. This is Star........" A snipers bullet takes off my head. I hope my brother will be ok.

Bump because I put effort into this thing. DB under OP decided that handbags were more interesting.

Good story!

;)

This is a long story, but I think you'll enjoy it. TL:DR at the bottom Day1 : I woke up on the beach just outside Elektro. I did what I had to do.... Scavenge for some sort of weaponry to defend myself against the zombies and killing and that goes on around the hospital / fire stations. After securing a pistol and hatchet I went just north of the city to meet up with my brother to clear the town together. Once we made contact we headed back into Elektro and secured both fire stations managing to get a couple Kobra's and some mags... We then headed to the supermarket to pick up some food and drink to get us far enough away from the coast. So we're looting the supermarket when I hear the shattering of glass all around me. Thinking quickly I go prone and cover the door while my brother heads to the back to secure the building. I take a peek out around the shelving to see a sniper with an Enfield taking pop shots at us from on top of the school. I keep him busy while my brother loops around the back of the market to get a better angle on his shot. I trade fire with the guy on top of the school until, BAM. My brother puts a single AK bullet into his head from the corner of the supermarket... "Nice shot." We proceed to clear the bar and school to grab any needed survival supplies and begin heading to the hospital to round out our remaining supplies. A couple Blood bags and some morphine. We're good to go, and head north out of Elektro. Life is good. Day 2: We made it out of Elektro alive and managed to put together a good amount of supplies... We are now free to live off the land. We hit some of the towns above Elektro before we decided we would try out luck in Stary. I won't bore you with the detail on our travel to Stary, but it was pretty uneventful aside from a random slaughtering of ~40 zombies involving road flairs and a need for more pistol ammo :) So we arrive ~300-400M south of Stary and check out the situation from the tree lines with binoculars. It looks clear. So we make our way to the military tents. We begin to clear the tents methodically, one watching the tent lane while the other loots. I make my way down the entire left side of the tent line and was about to cross over to the right side when I hear my brother, " We have 1 tango, far end. Main medical tents..." Seconds later I hear the whizzing of bullets between the two as they open fire. "He's on the right tent, outside lane, looking down! Flank him on left!" he yells. I kneel run out of my tent to get the best of him when..... His hidden buddy on the opposite side put's 10 Bison rounds into my side. I bleed and break a leg, but not before getting behind one of the tents for protection.... The bison guy makes a break for my still injured body across the tent line, but my brother takes him out mid run and saves my ass with some well placed shots. I bandage/morphine up as my brother and the original villain still duke it out with pop shots back and forth the length of the tent line. I stand up flank around the fire line and unload 10-15 AK bullets into the second tango from his 9:00 position. We loot the bison and the M4A3 off our attempted killers. Safe at last, but at what cost? I've been taken down to ~4000 blood and can barely stand while my brother is broken and battered at around 2000 blood... I transfuse him back to full health and he takes a morphine... He transfuses me, but the blood doesn't take.... I'm still at 4000 blood and woozy and we're out of blood bags. "Great" Unhappy with our unlucky blood bag dump. We moved north of the tents to the woods for some cover with the plan of finding some wild game to kill and eat for some blood... As soon as we hit the tree line a hail of bullets comes in from our 9:00 ripping my brother up. He's alive, but barely. The shooter tries to move his sights to me as I run for cover but I spot him before he sights me and squeeze off enough rounds to send him packing (d/c'ing, urgg!). I run to my brother and get him bandaged up to stop the bleeding.... Just in time too, he's sitting around 1k of blood and we use our last morphine and blood. We're in a bad spot, but it's getting late and we need to rest before we can get anything accomplished. This mission will have to continue in the morning. Day 3: We wake up. My brother is in a heap... There's no point to him tagging along. He's breathing, but that's about all he can do. I'm not much better, but at least have vision 20-30 meters in front of me. I leave him at the camp to see if I can get some food for us. I head north in hopes of wild game. I can't see well. Everything is in black and white. Hunting is going to be tough is this state. I can't even see my compass because of the blurry vision. I'll have to use the sky. 20 minutes into my expedition I find a sheep. "Purrfect" A 1911 bullet to the head and I'm cooking 5 raw meats a few seconds later. I eat one of them and store the other 4 for my brother. Now to get back to camp and be the hero of the day. I look at around at my surroundings... "Where the hell am I?" There are no visible landmarks that I am familiar with. With no knowledge of the terrain in front of me I decide to find a road and get my bearings. I head south and see a town a ~500 or so meters in front of me. I can't really make out where or what town it is, but it should be enough for me to figure out where I am. I'll just have to get closer to identify it by road sign, or general town layout. I approach the town via tree line as best as I can. I'm about 150M out when it hits me... The giant water tower in the middle. "Oh, shit. This is Star........" A snipers bullet takes off my head. I hope my brother will be ok. TL:DR Elektro - Killed a dude and got stuff Stary - KIlled two dudes and bled alot. Stary pt2 - Out of blood bags and in poor shape. Stary pt3: Sniper shot to the head