tigerpr0n

if you have a carrier/jumpfreighter...not that long. "yeah guise. i'll jump your navy scorps and carebear tengus down to null, just pay the fuel!" logoffski. success. although, it is certainly different being a pirate/bandit in eve. killing everything is easy, but gaining trust and taking away things that people have worked a long time for...it's different. you can't just head up to the NWAF and kill a person along the way and be at "endgame" status. people have months and months worth of time and effort into single ships that can be taken in the blink of an eye. a single mole can destroy an alliance of five thousand players. one pirate can blow up a ship carrying $2500usd in game cards. it's fantastic. 6 months in eve? nothing. you're still a zero. two years in and i only have about another year until i'm where i want to be skill wise. and that's subcapital ships.

some things spew out 5-10 feet from the tent, some are gone forever. spare matches always drop nearby, the one pair of rangefinders i've found...not so much. :(

a monthly wipe simulating a surviving government nuking the world to finally end this plague. then it's groundhog day!

depends on the situation. but i do think it should be removed from the game. or rather, i think you should need an entrenching tool and 5 minutes to dig a bloody grave.

hey guise. while i completely agree about 3r person....IT'S A FUCKING 3RD PERSON SHOOTER.

the amount of dumb in this thread is astonishing, and it's only on page two.

beans beans beans

personally, i think it'll be better when the spawn rates are actually accurate. i feel that 90% of us should be running around with winchesters and hunting rifles, not the "average" fully automatic m4 with a submachine gun as a sidearm. but then i guess all it takes is going to a low pop/fresh restarted server and raping all the mil spawns anyways to get all your full auto assault rifles, etc. edit: or more accurately, we would have maybe an SKS and a .22 pistol :D

maybe if we could actually clear an area of zombies i'd agree, but as it is you can spend fucking 15 minutes trying to sneak up to a barn only to have a pack of them spawn on your face as you enter. apparently i need to learn how to play because any time during the day, and if i'm doing anything but lying prone in a bush, i get agressed.

found five today. fn fals, m249, 2x l85 one was looted, i havent checked the other two yet.

i'd like to consider myself a proper player. my characters seem to be lasting about two weeks. i can survive just fine, loot what i need, etc...but it's fucking boring. (edit: not BORING per se. but being the sandbox game...sometimes you can't be arsed to make a castle and play with it all by yourself) once you have all of the equipment you need and a solid weapon, there really isnt much to do but try and find trouble, one way or another. you also kinda stop giving fucks. i just got killed walking across a field north of the nw airfield because i couldn't be bothered to use the trees as cover...maybe because i'm looking forward to crawling around barns looking for a winchester again. or maybe i'll stop playing. we'll see.

today was a good day. mostly. it started with finding a boat, a car, and an atv. the atv obviously belonged to someone else, as it was driven to a freshly spawned van which needed repair. we collected the group using the zodiac and made our way to the van spawn, running into minor misadventure while refuelling and looking for some supplies. after an hour or so of fucking about, we made our way to the van spawn just south of solnichy, only to be immediately engaged by a group of 6 players that were possibly attempting to repair the van, or at the least go pick up their atv. two of our members were surprised and caught upright in the open, they died right away. i hit the dirt, but managed to take an arr....bullet to the knee and was bleeding out fast. i only had three rounds left in my m4 cco sd which i quickly emptied in the general direction of the enemy squad. i switched to my backup PDW and threw a mag towards the (now blown up) van that had someone using it for cover. the fire slowed down for a second, but i knew that the majority of the enemy contacts were still alive. i dropped my M4 CCO SD for my FN FAL and managed to crawl behind a small pine tree and bandage. i spotted one of the enemies flanking us to the left and he took a solid 7.62x51mm double tap to the chest. one murder. by this point i was down to just under 2000 blood, shaking violently, and starting to panic a bit. i was shaking much too violently to actually aim, but the fight wasn't over. i spotted the top of a baseball cap behind a blown up sedan and emptied the rest of my 18 rounds towards it. one bandit kill. reload. i scanned the surroundings and saw another survivor doubled over, bleeding and running for cover behind the gas station. i called out his loaction and fired a couple bursts towards him, but couldn't tell if he was down. i believe a few well placed shots from my remaining squadmate finished him off. i spotted the one remaining enemy running for their blue ural and called him out. i had no shot, but my squadmate happened to have an AS50 in his pack. the tire was shot out, in an attempt to just disable the vehicle in the hopes that there was loot in the back. the ural managed to start crawling away through a field with only four tires remaining, but four more shots were fired and a massive fireball was the result. the driver crawled away from the truck and mashed alt-f4 as fast as he could. we looted what we could, i dropped my trusty but empty FN FAL for an M107 and a bizon, stashing my M4 CCO SD in the atv, along with whatever else it would carry. the tally: five enemy down and one disconnect. various loot one ATV one zodiac we lost one more member to sniper fire a few hours later at a heli crash, and the guy driving the atv full of loot managed to flip it over. ah well, easy come easy go. we started getting some pretty bad server lag as the server filled to about 50 players, and as it happens one of our guys found a fully repaired heli on another server. one we were considering making our home. it was even fueled up. we collect everyone and head to the nw airfield, spot a fully repaired truck in the trees, and continue. i had to let someone else drive the pickup as i was starting to artifact. he managed to crash us into a fence and my legitimately geared 14 day old player died. such a shame.

so, what does it say?

this thread has made me hate children even more.

interesting story for sure, but i'd ditch the gear. use up all the ammo killing cows and sheep for practice at stupid ranges, and then bury it on a body go get some legit gear

women tend to have smaller fists, for better or worse.

like the part where you can headshot a zombie, and he then has time to rip your throat open and break your legs before he dies?

today i commited my first murder. i feel less guilty than i thought i would, surprisingly even less than when i tried to kill a corpse earlier last night (and expended some very valuable 7.62x51 rounds...for nothing) a couple of my squad mates had previously found and repaired a hatchback, and been involved in a firefight over a broken down pickup truck. they managed to kill the two other survivors vying for the pickup, but one out of the three had bled out during the skirmish. the two remaining mates made their way down to the coast to pick up the respawn near kamenka and myself north of elektro, and scavenge for parts to repair the pickup. we spent a few minutes finding the required parts and filling up the extra jerry cans, and made our way north to the broken pickup. just north of kamenka we found a flipped over van, but no bodies. in the trunk of the van we found an l85 aws, a few stanag and stanag SD mags, and various survival supplies. loot was had and high fives were exchanged. back on the road. we turned off of the highway and left down the dirt road towards the old barn where the pickup was found. as we neared, we spotted a player sprinting south across the field towards the barn. poor choice my friend. especially considering the adequate tree cover to be used, if only you had the patience. distance aproximately 150M. the hatchback ground to a halt, weapons were switched to dangerous, and lead was sent down range. the unlucky fellow dove for cover in the long grass as the lawn received a full metal jacket aerating. i crouched, took aim, and put a pair of well placed 5.56mm rounds through his ear. we re-posessed the weapons that he had taken from our dead mate's corpse, picked up the parts he had collected to repair the pickup, and hid the body. i am now sitting quite comfortable with my FN FAL, an M4 CCO SD, and a PDW, in addition to the other lucky finds i've had recently. sorry man, but life is rough. on to day ten.

going to curse it now...but all i did was reset my video memory settings to high and then default, then quit to lobby and rejoin. it's been gone for days....probably just a coincidence though.

yeah, prepare to run for the hill, cause you're starting back on the beach! found that a couple times recently as well, managed to ninja my sweet ass back up to the safety of my lovely forest though. and then i killed the shit out of a standing corpse. started freaking out when he just wouldnt die...damn hacks.

well if all you do is kill other players for loot or hide in the forest, i can see zombies not being an issue.

so there i was, slowly making my way southwest from solnichniy to help out a random dude in need of a hot meal and a little blood, when i came across a helicopter crash! after -almost- running at a dead sprint out into the open field, i stopped to think. i spent a few minutes circling the wreck from the trees, and decided it was safe. after popping a couple zombies from the tree line, i made my way in. it dropped an FN FAL with one mag, and TWO bizons with 3 mags for them. i had already been very lucky finding a coyote pack and m4a1 at the bolota airfield a few days earlier and a set of camo clothes in a random building near cherno last night. i dropped the m4a1 and 3 mags for the FN (hopefully i don't have to reload...) and stuffed the bizon into my pack, after a little inventory management i was back on my way. that is, until i heard a gunshot. probably within 100M. semi auto, possibly an m4. another shot, and another. minutes of silence. one more shot. i watched the crash site for a few minutes but nobody surfaced. i started tracking the survivor out of nothing but morbid curiosity, following his random gunshots. i continues tracking him for probably 15 minutes. he was elusive and running fast. i eventually gave up, checked my compass, and moved on. spotting a deer stand and a dam with fresh water in the distance, i decided to look for more FN ammo there and then stop for a meal. my guard was definitely raised with an unknown survivor nearby. i was making sure to cover all of my angles. i was moving from cover to cover, never exposing myself more than necessary. i was a shadow. time to eat. i had just finished eating a fantastic leg of goat (cooked to a perfect medium rare) and was busy stuffing food back into my pack when i heard a rustle in the grass. i had the sudden realization that my life was currently in the hands of someone else. and here i was, the careful survivor, too busy trying to close my pack while yelping friendly into the mic to actually defend myself. luckily, i didn't have to. i finally turned around to see an m4 cco - pointed at the ground - with a survivor attached to it. he returned the call of friendly, i told him that i had to change my pants. i asked if he was the one firing near the heli crash, he responded with a no, but asked if it sounded like an M4. before i could even offer him some freshly cooked steak he was off, presumably to stalk the shooter that i had come across earlier. "back to hunting bandits, see you around" apparently there are friendly people in this game.

then it might just be an automated message from the server?

damn war, gettin lots of responses i see. working until weds, i'll try to hop on after that.

the only downside being that some magical statistic can't tell the intent of a "murder" someone takes a potshot at me from a window, i nicely place his brains on the wall behind him...i'm a murderererer.