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When I first started playing Day Z, I considered starting a blog about the stories and adventures my friends and I shared. I shrugged it off and figured nothing would ever be worth writing about until a few days ago. I want to share stories and hear more stories from other players about their adventures, encounters, and experiences in game. The intense feelings (primarily profound paranoia) Day Z produces, make it so much more than a game. With the amount of time my bros and I have been spending in Chernarus, Day Z has become more of a lifestyle than anything. With all that said, I want to share a story with you. Please feel free to share your thoughts and stories of your own! WARNING: The following story contains strong language and bromosexuality. So Unbound (a friend of one of my bros and a new addition to our growing Day Z crew) and I are just messing about after today's run--we headed over to Balota to check out the ATC tower and the hangars, all of which yielded nothing of great substance. Afterward, we cut our way through the forest and a few open fields to the Northwestern treeline near Chernogorsk. We set out to hit up the military hospital to stock up on weapons, blood bags, and morphine. We made our way through the center of town, confident of our advantage with our NVGs when it happened... Right as we cut across a gate nearing the side entrance to the military hospital, I saw something in the corner of my eye. I immediately stopped in place. My palms moistened. "Do you fucking see that?" "No.. what are you--oh my God." "Do you fucking see what I'm fucking seeing right now?" "Can you see what parts it needs?" I slowly approached the motorcycle, apprehensive and in awe. I flicked my mouse wheel up. "None." Turn on. The engine screamed to life like a high school whore experiencing her first orgasm. I quickly shut it back off and removed myself from the cycle. I needed a moment to think. "Go, the tents are just past that gate!" We scurried over to the tents in what seemed like deafening silence. I could hear my heart thumping as if it were in my headphones. Unbound approached the next to last tent and described its contents. I rushed over to the last tent and found both an AK-74 Kobra and an AKM, both with a few mags lying beside them. "Guns! The Kobra is mine. Take the AKM. Go back to the medical tents and fill your pack with blood bags, morphine, and some pain killers if you have the space." We dropped our previous weapons, mine an Enfield, his an 1866 and moved back to the other tents. The contents of the medical boxes were sparse, but we gathered what few, but vital supplies we could and crept our way back to the bike. "See if you can get on it as the passenger first without turning it on. I'll mark a way-point for us. I'll be honest..." I had read from multiple sources--the Day Z wiki, DayZDB, and forum posts--that bikes and ATVs rolled over quite easily. "We're either going to make it back to base tonight, or we're going to die." Unbound seated himself first. I conjured up the strength of raging fires, swiftness of coursing rivers, force of great typhoons, and most importantly... the mystery of the dark side of the moon. The motorcycle was a drowned man, brought back to life. At first it gasped--then it roared. The zeds in our immediate vicinity did the same. We sped off back to our base, reaching tear jerking speeds on the main road. We cut through brush, open fields, and deep woods in a bee-line to our camp in the dark. I left the lights off as the shadow of night was our only ally. Our NVGs would carry us home, but would that be enough? The engine was loud in my headphones. Unbound talked and all I could say was, "yeah, man." I couldn't hear his voice over the violent grumble of the bike. I could tell he was holding on for dear life, praying that somehow we'd make it back safely. And we did. We were high on the thrill of what had just happened. A simple supply run turned into a joy ride with Benny and Clyde. In a place devastated by death and violence, pleasures still existed. Once we secured the bike, it was time to log off. Our minds and bodies were exhausted from fighting and traveling. "Good run, bro." Good run.

Was tired, saw the word shenanigans, and thought this was appropriate. Moved to the pinned storytelling thread.

WARNING: The following story contains strong language and bromosexuality. So Unbound (a friend of one of my bros and a new addition to our growing Day Z crew) and I are just messing about after today's run--we headed over to Balota to check out the ATC tower and the hangars, all of which yielded nothing of great substance. Afterward, we cut our way through the forest and a few open fields to the Northwestern treeline near Chernogorsk. We set out to hit up the military hospital to stock up on weapons, blood bags, and morphine. We made our way through the center of town, confident of our advantage with our NVGs when it happened... Right as we cut across a gate nearing the side entrance to the military hospital, I saw something in the corner of my eye. I immediately stopped in place. My palms moistened. "Do you fucking see that?" "No.. what are you--oh my God." "Do you fucking see what I'm fucking seeing right now?" "Can you see what parts it needs?" I slowly approached the motorcycle, apprehensive and in awe. I flicked my mouse wheel up. "None." Turn on. The engine screamed to life like a high school whore experiencing her first orgasm. I quickly shut it back off and removed myself from the cycle. I needed a moment to think. "Go, the tents are just past that gate!" We scurried over to the tents in what seemed like deafening silence. I could hear my heart thumping as if it were in my headphones. Unbound approached the next to last tent and described its contents. I rushed over to the last tent and found both an AK-74 Kobra and an AKM, both with a few mags lying beside them. "Guns! The Kobra is mine. Take the AKM. Go back to the medical tents and fill your pack with blood bags, morphine, and some pain killers if you have the space." We dropped our previous weapons, mine an Enfield, his an 1866 and moved back to the other tents. The contents of the medical boxes were sparse, but we gathered what few, vital supplies we could and crept our way back to the bike. "See if you can get on it as the passenger first without turning it on. I'll mark a way-point for us. I'll be honest..." I had read from multiple sources--the Day Z wiki, DayZDB, and forum posts--that bikes and ATVs rolled over quite easily. "We're either going to make it back to base tonight, or we're going to die." Unbound seated himself first. I conjured up the strength of raging fires, swiftness of coursing rivers, force of great typhoons, and most importantly... the mystery of the dark side of the moon. The motorcycle was a drowned man, brought back to life. At first it gasped--then it roared. The zeds in our immediate vicinity did the same. We sped off back to our base, reaching tear jerking speeds on the main road. We cut through brush, open fields, and deep woods in a bee-line to our camp in the dark. I left the lights off as the shadow of night was our only ally. Our NVGs would carry us home, but would that be enough? The engine was loud in my headphones. Unbound talked and all I could say was, "yeah, man." I couldn't hear his voice over the violent grumble of the bike. I could tell he was holding on for dear life, praying that somehow we'd make it back safely. And we did. We were high on the thrill of what had just happened. A simple supply run turned into a joy ride with Benny and Clyde. In a place devastated by death and violence, pleasures still existed. Once we secured the bike, it was time to log off. Our minds and bodies were exhausted from fighting and traveling. "Good run, bro." Good run.

Yesterday some hackers decked out with .50 cals and machine guns not even in Day Z came rolling through in a jeep, hunting other players down. Today they blew up a building in Komarovo I was posted in, walked straight up to my friend, placed a satchel charge, stood there, and blew it up, killing my friend, but managing to stay alive. They've been hitting up the server about the same time (8p-12a EST). Please help! Edit: Upon logging back into my server, everyone was teleported and killed. I wasn't kicked because I was still loading, but the admin kicked me anyway. Server was locked immediately locked afterward.

Thanks very much for such swift action. I really enjoy playing on the server and I hope we can accomplish some more crazy shit together soon.