Zendude

Date/Time: 25/07/2012 21:00 (ish) What happened: Was trying to get past Carlos, it was a tight fit and I thought I could make it, basically I glitched and ended up with broken limbs, in shock and died about 3 seconds later. Where you were: Vybor, the schoolhouse 2nd floor What you were doing: Trying to nudge past another player named Carlos *Current installed version: Latest verion 95248

So there I am, having woken up to find myself on the coast, with nothing but a bandage and a torch. Making my way through several small villages I managed to gather some meagre supplies in the way of a couple more bandages and a makarov clip (no makarov). I came across a barn that contained a few empty tins and a crossbow. "Hurrah" I thought, until realising that the crossbow had no bolts with it, typical. After much charging across the land I came to an industrial zone, that I will tentatively identify as Chernow, and crawled my way into the heart of the place. After gathering more supplies such as a morphine injector and more bandages from some medical, I made my way towards the hospital. Discovering the front doors to be locked, I then searched around the sides for a ladder or anything to get up higher to give me a view of where to go next. Eventually I found a ladder that took me up onto the roof, where a corpse lay festering with flies all about it. Clamping down on any feelings of sickness or guilt, I relieved the body of the Winchester rifle it was clutching and left my crossbow in its place. "Hello? Are you friendly?", I turned quickly to investigate the noise, readying my weapon, to find a man in a ghilly suit prone on the small elevated roof to my left. "Yes" I replied, in all sincerity. We had a brief conversation and decided to team up. His name was Kyle. He had an M9 SD and a silenced assault rifle, which he was a good shot with. Eventually he decided that we should go to the fire station to try and find me a better weapon than the dilapidated Winchester that I had in my hands, and so off we went, sneaking past the hordes of zombies. We arrived at the fire station to find all of the big red doors open, which was quite unnerving, and we decided to climb to the top of the building. Halfway up the stairs I heard a faint whimpering noise, and taking a look out of the window I saw a man with a rather large weapon run into the open doors below. "He's coming in downstairs" I said to Kyle. "Ok" He replied, "I'll go take a look". Four seconds later there was the sound of gunfire coming from below, so I charged down to find Kyle and the stranger in a gunfight, with a stray bullet hitting me as I took cover back up the stairs. The gunfire stopped. "I got him, but I need you to do me a favour" Kyle wheezed as he lay on the floor with several bullets in him, "I need you to give me a blood transfusion, but you'll have to get bloodpacks from the hospital". I immediately set off at a run back to the hospital, reflecting on how I had used my limited morphine to save my own life after the gunshots rather than saving it for a man who perhaps needed it more, and had taken more risk than I had done in defeating our assailant. It was some minutes later when I returned with three blood packs from the hospital, only to find that Kyle had died whilst I was away, his corpse lying completely still on the ground with a few flies hovering around it. Again, clamping down hard on the huge guilt that I was feeling, I relieved the corpse of the weapons and the ghilly suit, and set off to parts unknown to try and help some survivor in the way that Kyle had helped me.

Name: Neall Age: 20 Gender: M Playing Time: 2 Weeks Skype/C3 Name: Neall Dewsbury Game Skill: 4 Time Zone: GMT (UK) Just a note I won't always be able to use my mic due to my family going to bed unreasonably early XD

Guys who like to spawnkill, ArmA II has a mission editor, go on that, place some bad guys and then kill them, it's the same thing. Yeah every time I meet someone and try to talk to them, they just wait until I turn around and then shoot me in the back, whether I'm armed or unarmed. I even asked a guy if he wanted bandaging up, and he shot me. Some people really are asshats.