Bernd (DayZ)

Really? I could hardly be happier than to find a hive that was still going. Excited pm on the way.

Hello Got a KAT ban on an overwatch server. What do I do now? Please help me get off the dart ban list, as I have no idea why I am on it. Apparently this is the reason I was KAT banned. GUID: 0879b4fa1f720081574c9e095c76057b My ingame name is Bernd, or Peet. Thank you very much in advance, as my chums are playing and I am all alone in my playpen, like an inconsolable infant howling for his mummy.

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Nice list - I strongly agree about clothing types and weapon maintenance. Some of the lads think players shouldn't be automatically able to repair every vehicle. Character classes perhaps? Backstories? No one wants 'levelling up' brought into DayZ, mind. One feature I'd like to see - kidnapping. This idea is so badass it glows red. How cool would it be to bag someone, tie them up and take them hostage? It would bring in an alternative to death or wounding, and with the introduction of handcuffs and an interactable radiator we could do the full 'Terry Waite'. You could even chain someone to the fence outside the fire station and fire off one single dinner bell round. Naturally it allows for heroic saviours, siege situations, blackmail and all sorts of shenanigans. Bandit prison anyone?

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Read the first post in the thread friend. You do three jobs - get your patient to confirm your medic services in this thread. Send confirmation to TMW and you are on the whitelist!

Scarf up, scarf down - who cares? Chernarus casual is THE look of the now, however you dare to wear it. Stay fabulous, and let's show those dowdy rustle wookies how to really cut a dash in the wasteland!

Found a golden revolver on a chap's corpse in Solnichny last night. Seemed legit.

What is to be done? The solution is before us. 1. Tempt dear Slartibartfast down from his primping canter on the dressage pony of smug. Sweetmeats may be required to distract the old buffer. 2. Set up the CHEKA in game. 3. Make Slartibartfast our Dzerzhinsky, and he can mould all these forlorn little strays into the future cadres of the revolution. I would deliver any amount of children into his doting embrace without a second thought. Let him him tutor those who we laughingly call the future in the ways of righteousness. Give it a week and listen out for the satchel charges.

In the unlikely event that anyone cares, the bezprizorniki were initially met with sympathy. The head of the secret police saw them as 'blank slates' who could be easily indoctrinated. It took five years before this position was reversed over their twitching corpses. In the words of one Muscovite: "I would throw all these sons of bitches into a sack and drown them in the river. They are a burden to the state.'

Slartibartfast, you have got me a-thinking. Naturally that alone is unforgivable, but to stray to the point I wonder whether you have heard of the 'Bezprizorniki'. They were feral children whose parents had dematerialised due to war and disaster. They roamed the USSR in groups, scavenging, selling their bodies and generally engaging in every imaginable outrage in the name of survival. Their example provides compelling evidence of indifference to the welfare of children who have no blood relation to ourselves. Since we are shuffling around a former Soviet wasteland ourselves, it does not surprise me to find abandoned children flocking together as they had in real life. As history shows the results were far from morally improving, and give the lie somewhat to our cherished fantasies of the innocence of the young.