bloodofthedragon

Hello Tang, to change your name you need to edit your profile from the main menu of ARMA2OA. Also if your looking for a group to play with who won't shoot you in the back try this group http://regulators.freeforums.org/index.php

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You and me both brother.

Are you talking about the tiny little destroyed town south of Guglovo? It has a broken down church surrounded by small blown up houses and a small graveyard overlooking the field to the south. That one?

The possibility still exists that you had two snipers. Couldn't tell from that vid. Just remember the (usually)best snipers operate in teams. One shoots, the other spots.

Way to go Derpy! Every act of kindness is another step in the right direction. Sir, I salute you.

Ok, yes you were being fired at from your right as you approached the hanger. The first two I assume went over your head or behind you as the sniper was attempting to lead his target. The third shot struck the hanger(42seconds in) itself thats how you can be sure he was firing right at you. If I had to guess I would say your sniper was on the hill NE of the airfield.

A muffled "PoP" sound is further away, An Angry "SNAP" just went past your ear. ETA: It does this because the bullet is traveling faster than the sound of the gunshot. So when you hear the snap what you are actually hearing is the bullet itself breaking the soundbarrier ahead of the actual report. Again only if the round is close enough. Hope that helps.

Without being able to use the better sound mods available for ARMA2 it is a bit more difficult to determine. My general rule of thumb is, If I hear a loud crack at the same time I hear a bullet strike near my pos. I know I'm being fired at. Also if you are observant of your surrounding you can also start to determine postion. For instance if you know there is a metal fence behind you and a wooded one in front, you hear a shot and it strikes metal....................he's behind you.

Was this at night about 2 days ago? If so that *may* have been me. Even if it wasn't, thank you for watching the goodguys back!

Requesting pickup from the Bay of Guba to Skalisty Island. Payment can be made with DMR mags or Bandages. Thank you.

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Didn't read the whole thing yet but so far I love it! Great job! Have you ever read GeorgeRRMartin? If you're looking for ideas on other writing styles you should really check the A Song Of Ice And Fire series out.

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Long time ARMA/OFP player here, but new to dayz. Just started playing yesterday and oh boy, I am HOOKED. So far it's gone as follows. Start life number 1, Started somwhere east of Electro and west of Kamyshovo. After reading what a war zone the south was I wasn't about to stick around any longer than neccesary. That compounded with the fact that it was still light out meant I had to get to the tree line asap. A couple hundred yards of crawling later I was closing in on the trees when I spotted my first zombies off to my left about 75yrds away. I almost shit myself. My mind starts racing, wondering. Can they see me from here? Can they hear me crawling? Would I even make it into the woods if I had to bolt? It was a microsecond of utter panic. Magnified by the fact that I was unarmed and I couldn't even throw my stupid flashlight at them. Zombies, Possible snipers in the trees, hunger, thirst, defenselessness, fear. These were my friends now. My only companions. It was in that moment I realized, THIS is the game I've been waiting for. After passing the zeds without incident I pushed further into the woods going N by NW. Having decided right off the bat that I was going to avoid the big cities like the plauge I was planning to locate some treestands in the hope I could find some Basic supplies. As I was moving in the woods along a dirt road east of Topolka dam I spotted my first survivors. This time I felt focused. On my 1 o'clock I catch movement. I freeze. My eyes search the shape for the telltale sign of a weapon. And sure as sunrise there it is. Looks like an M14. I go prone just as I catch a second shape 10yrds behind the first shadowing his movements. It's at this moment I notice their shapes are so irregular because they are both wearing ghillie suits. And yes, both of them were armed. I see them but they don't see me. Again the mind races. I quickly decide to just stay low and let them pass. The way I saw it, I couldn't help them (not that they looked like they needed help) They were obviously on a mission as they were traveling due south straight as an arrow. They were very well armed and I would be nothing but a liability. And even if I had called out to them they might of just shot me for that stupid flashlight I was carrying. Half an hour later I'm now somewhere west of Staroye. Still hadn't found any supply bearing treestands ( Didn't realize at this point that the east is almost devoid of the damned things) And I'm starting to have to deal with a whole new set of problems. The sky is getting dark. The sun is setting. The woods are starting to get really damn dark and I now notice that my drink indicator is turning an angry shade of red. I'm thinking, shit this can't be good. So I start to get desperate, Running in the open trying to gain some ground further north where I hope to run into some of the fabled Regulators or someone from the CQF. Someone, anyone who would be willing to kit me out in exchange for unwavering loyalty. All I find however are zombie infested towns I can't touch without a weapon and empty treestands. By this time it's not far from pitch black Iv'e just emerged from the NW side of the black forest and I running through open fields like Forrest Gump. That drink indicator that was such a lovely shade of red? Now a very angry flashing reminder of my impending doom. And the blood loss oh god the blood loss ( side note: when the hell did being parched start making people bleed like a stuck pig? Should I be afraid to leave my house without my 55gal drum of poland springs?) Down to under 5500 units I know that if I don't make it someplace soon and start taking some risks to get those rewards I am going to die. The loose plan I had in my head when I started was to head to the hill south of Krasnostav where the Big Crapple sat when I served in country a few years back ( I miss the good old days of bounding overwatch and airsupport, the apocalypse took all that.) But you know what they say about the best laid plans. Without a compass or a map or any working knowladge of the constellations I ended stumbling right into the god forsaken NW airfield. I've read enough of the forums to know it's one of the worst killing zones out there, But with less than 2500 units of blood now I had no choice. I had to go in. Through my bluring vision I can see zed everywhere. I start moving in a fast crouch toward the SE most hanger. My blood is under 2100 now and I'm starting to blackout. Check the first hanger and all I am greeted with is a hopper less than 1ft in front of me. We almost bumped noses. It screams I scream. Good times. I bolt, running right past two walkers and setting them off. As I'm running I can hear more angry gurgles, screams and other indescribeable sounds rushing up to join the pain train I got trailing me. Every step I take I expect one to cut me off or for some sniper to pop me just for being there. ( In retrospect, If anyone did see me out there they were probably laughing their ass off way too hard to line up a proper shot anyway) I actually make it all the way to the storage sheds in the enclosure beyond the hangers. Still with about 20 zombies on my tail. As I run through I spot my salvation. I see tons of loot sitting in the sheds for a fleeting second as I Forrest Gump my way past the crowd of zombies standing around looking surprised at this bleeding meal on wheels That just interrupted their happy place. I continue running out into the airstrip and manage to take a good look behind me. Jesus christ it looks like the whole base is chasing me now! I couldn't take an accurate head count but I'd guess at 45+. too many and too spread out to consider doubling back for those oh so needed supplies. I'd never make it. Across the runway I spot the closed hangers on the NW most corner of the airfield and a plan starts to come to life in my head. It isn't a good plan, but sometimes a bad plan is better than none at all. I think, If I can open the hanger door on the first building as I run past I might be able to run around the back of the second and lose some of my tail as I swoop around and dive through the open door, closing it behind me before I get dead. And the first part of the plan worked, I rushed past and managed to perfectly time hitting the sweet spot and getting the door open without breaking my stride. I continue on past the second building and cut left, and then again. I peek behind me and see that if there were any less chasing me I couldn't tell. Hell it actually looked like more. As I approach the seperation between the two buildings I look forward again and see another group coming right at me. Already the bad plan is getting worse. I had hoped to come out by the first building on the side closest to the door but now I had to cut inbetween the buildings dumping me out into the tail end of my zombie train. Sometimes life is measured in seconds, Right then my life was being measured in feet. I burst out and cut right, out of the corner of my eye I see the whole damn crowd turn like a flock of birds. I see the door. I make it in but I can tell that turning to shut that door is not gonna happen. My distance and time just ran out. The only sliver of hope I had left, the only thing that was keeping me going at this point was the hope that inside, inside this most dangerous of places, (the NWAF) there was sure to be everything I needed. guns,ammo,food,drink,life. But when I got in that hanger what did I find? Not A God Damn Thing. End of life number 1

US East.

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(another quick update) Found and joined the Regulators. What a bunch of stand up guys! Anyone out there looking for a good group should really check them out.

Well I think you did a great job. Don't let the negative comments get you down. Open to requests? I'd love to see something like that to kari kimmel's black ----> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6UXYFHmATw

(Quick update) Channeling my inner MacGuyver, I managed to put together a rudimentary shortwave radio useing some found aluminum foil and an old filling in my teeth and establish contact with the CQF, Regulators and a number of smaller groups. It's enough to make me think that things might just turn for the better. After carefull consideration I decided that the Regulators are where I'm going to go. Don't get me wrong, I think the CQF is an upstanding organization full to the brim with noble and brave souls but the Regulators *need* the numbers, The CQF does not. So very soon I am going to have to leave my quiet mountaintop campsite is search of places unknown. I hope I can get to them alive. I hope I can make a difference. I hope that together we can change this world for the better. That's alot more hope than I had two days ago. [Regulator]SirDeath out.

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Part 2: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the dead. So there I was, trapped in the corner of the NW wharehouse at the NWAF like a rat. No supplies, no escape, no hope. I see dozens of zombies shuffling in through the still open door, Just the vanguard for the possible hundread or more that are probably just outside. I have just enough time to think, "Maybe it won't hurt so much to die" I've read a lot of stories about how victims of animal attacks and the like tend to go out of body in those last few seconds sparing them the pain. Well thats total BS. I'm tellen ya, Dying. Dying Stings like hell. I felt every bite, every tear, every crunch of bone. Right around the time I felt my cranium make a sickening snap/crunch I finally felt myself slip away. Where I went after that I couldn't say. When I realized however that I was still able to ask that question it struck me, I must still be "alive". Sudden as a thunderclap my senses return to me. I feel wet. I can feel warmth on my skin. I take a breath, then another. All the while my life is still flashing in front of my eyes. My family, My friends, My days in boot. My days in battle. Suddenly in a flash I'm back on Malden in the back of a MTVR heading toward my first real battle. I see my squad mates all around me, many of whom I met for the first time in boot. Once, their faces were sharp. clear. I could remember every one of them. But now they were only pale shades made of grey mist. My nerves were on overload, I felt like I was going to be sick. The guy across from really does get sick but I pay him no mind. At the same moment I hear the first gunshots. Maybe 1/4 klick ahead of us on our 2 O'clock. Panic starts to set in. As does my training. My mind tells me it's an Ak47. no, make that multiple Ak's. I know that sound, as does everyone I went through boot with. Our particular DI used to like to pop out and fire a live AK at us at random times while training. He would always say "This is an AK47, the prefferd weapon of our enemy. And it make a distinctive sound when fired at you, so you better learn it". And learn it we did. As the truck rolls to a stop the fire increases to ungodly proportions. Both inbound and outbound. We quickly disembark and move to our positions fanning out into a line. The squad leader yells out for us to move forward and against everything my mind is telling me I obey. In battle, you have to obey. There is no room for second thoughts, only focus,determination and discipline. After a deep breath I get up and move forward with the squad, trying to maintain postion and tactical spacing. We crest the hill and I can see the town now. And the whole damn town can see us. I had just enough time to question our squad leaders experience in my head when the fire concentrated on our position. Just like that everything went to hell. He screamed something about "cover" and "move forward god damnit!" I quickly start moving toward the closest buildings. Squad formation starts to break down as men start dying, instead of an orderly advance it's now a freeforall sprint for something solid to hide behind. I'm the first to make to cover, A solid enough looking house. I hit the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of me. As I turn back I see Jimmy, one of the kids I went through boot with. Running straight at me with a terror in his eyes I will never forget. Our eyes meet. I see a microsecond of relief there when he sees me. All of this was happening in slow motion. He was so close I could have reached out and touched him when the bullet slammed into his unprotected face. His whole damn face exploded. I was showered with bits of jim. I went numb with shock. My mind just couldn't process what my eyes just saw. Thats when the grenade landed right next to me. My mind had just enough time to register that it was russian made before everything went a painfull white. My eyes snap open. As my memories fade like a dream I start to focus on my surroundings. I'm laying down in water. I can see the sky, A beautiful blue. My brain starts to fire on all 8 again. I'm, I'm on a beach. I scan around in a 360 and the realization strikes me like a lightening bolt to the solar plexus. This is chernarus. How can I still be here? I know I died. I know it. But here I am. I keep mulling it over, trying to make sence of it all when it suddenly comes to me. Maybe this is hell? Dying only to be brought right back here to die again? Yup, hell. I pick myself up and the old training starts to kick in again. Determine location and create a plan of action. I recognise the area, this is the Bay of Tikhaya far to the west. To the east I can just see the tops of the buildings in the town of Kamenka. Again, I decide population centers without weapons or backup is a bad idea. So I start moving north then NE once past town. Crawling through open fields I spot one of the ever elusive treestands. Spotting one so quickly. I think, maybe my luck is changing for the better. Then I spot them. "3 zed dead ahead" I say to myself with a chuckle. This time thankfully my bowells remained unmoved. I know now how close is too close. The two walkers start shambling aimlessly away from my position but the third, A hopper, starts moving right toward me. Again I laugh to myself thinking "Maybe it wants another eskimo kiss?" Thankfully I never had to find out as it veered off and to my left leaving me with a clear shot to the stand. Upon entering I almost have a religious moment when I locate my first gun. A double barrel 1866 shotgun with a pocketfull of shells. Yup that'll do pig, that'll do. I also find a stale old can of cola, immeadiatly sparing me from a repeat of my last death. Dying over and over again is bad enough, but dying the exact same way over and over again? Ya thats the stuff nightmares are made of. I quickly decend the ladder and move away from the zeds position. I sit for a moment and determine my next move. I've got the means to protect myself and others now. But actually using this thing could be another kind of death sentance. I'm defiantly still in the south, if I fire this thing every survivor and zombie for miles in all directions is gonna hear it. And when they do....... well it might be best if I was someplace else. I also wrestle with the revelation that, It's going to be a lot more difficult communicating to survivors that I am friendly. That I'm here to help. All their going to see is the gun. Just like I did. So I decide then and there that I'll keep my gun pointed down at all times. That given the first opportunity I will give my weapon and supplies to another. That no matter what, even if fired upon, I will not kill people. This place, more than any other. Needs Hope. And thats what I'm gonna do. deliver hope to the hopeless. One act of kindness at a time. I can only hope that this plan will survive first contact. Now traveling E by NE I pass north of Balota and Cherno. Always on alert. Always listening. Always eyes on the horizon looking for the telltale three V's that make up the human shape. I pass by all without incident and start climbing the high peak S of Pusta to get a good vantage over Cherno and Prigorodky. About 90% of the way up the mountain I meet my third survivor. Crumpled at the base of the cliff on the west side. The buzzing of flies tells me that its already too late for him. Best I could tell he ran right off the damn cliff. Maybe he was being chased? or maybe it was too dark and he never saw it coming? Not that it mattered now. I say a quick prayer over the body as I check his pockets. One bandage and a damn flashlight. The poor guy never stood a chance. I decide to moveout just incase he didn't die of self inflicted injuries. Can never be too carefull right? As I proceed NW I run smack dab into something I never expected to see here, Tents! 5 to 8 of them. Immeadiatly my hairs stand on end. Am I alone here? A quick preliminary scan says yes, yes I'm alone. I quietly make my way in, head on a swivel. I check the gear in the first tent. Nothing. Then I think, "Even if I do find something am I really going to steal from desperate people?" No. No I'm not. So I move out and leave the tent city behind, greatfull that noone caught me mucking about in their camp. I start back tracking my way west toward Kozlovka. By this time I had drank my soda but my hunger was rearing it's ugly head. Again with no other choice I start into Kozlo from the treeline to the east. At least this time I can defend myself if need be. As I emerge from the treeline I'm greeted by another stand and this time I don't see any zeds guarding it. I know their probably there somewhere but at least their not right on top of it. I B line for it and again am rewarded with some fine loot. Can O beans, soda and a spanking new Remington 870 with a mounted flashlight. As Hickok45 would say "Life is good" I dump the old 66 without a second thought. Now things a really looking up. I retreat to the woods for a tactisnack and consider my next move. Ultimatly I decide to head back to the woods N of Komarovo. My reasoning being, I want to help others who are just getting started. But being exposed in the open anywhere in the south is not recomended. So, I think. If I stay in the woods I'll be able to hopefully catch new guys as they move for cover while at the same time giving me the neccesary concealment to avoid being shot on site. It was in those woods where I found my first pot of gold. I'm moveing along in the woods when I hear the fly song again. A quick scan reveals my fourth survivor encounter and this guy is wearing a ghille suit. I ever so carefully make my way forward while prone. Hyperalert as I wonder if his cause of death is still near. I never heard any shots but that doesn't mean there wasn't shooting. I reach him. I check his gear and almost broke down in tears. GPS, Compass, Map, Hunting knife, Hatchet, Matches, Pistol and the holy grail, NVG's My chances of survival just went up 10 fold. (At this point I found a quiet place and logged out, when I logged back in it was late. like 1am) I wake back up from my little nap to the knowladge that, I am no longer prey. Now I am the predator. The blackness of night is no longer my enemy, It is now my best friend. Quickly I decide I need to find more supplies before it becomes a problem as I had already used what I had. So I start in for a barn I spot somewhere near Kozlo. This one has quite a few zeds around it but I feel confident that the darkness will give me the advantage. As I approach however the silence is broken by that distinctive old sound of an AK being fired from my south. All at once the zombie train turns and burns south toward the gunfire leaving me to search the barn in peace. Still I wasn't taking any chances, I went in with my teeth out. Thankfully though the barn was empty. So I made my way to the loft and was there greeted by my next best friend. A crossbow. The final piece of my stealthy puzzle. Right there in front of me. I had a hard decision to make. That bow could be the answer to alot of problems but it only had two bolts. After a moment I came to the conclusion that two bolts were better than the 15 or so shells I had for my tactical dinner bell. So I grabbed it and made my way out of there. By then the AK had gone silent. What became of that poor soul I will never know. Probably nothing good. As I'm making my for the treeline, alternating between a walk and crawl to avoid the zeds in the fields. I spot what I think is my first (possibly)friendly survivor! I can make out though my NVG's a human shape crawling past the same zombies I am just from the opposite side. And at first glance it looked like somebody new. I remember wondering why I didn't see a pack on their back. I'm thinking, It's pitch black out. That guy has no idea just how close he is to them zombies. So I ready my crossbow and move in an arc around the deadheads on an intercept course to my new blind friend. It was tense but I managed to get around the walkers and close in on the survivor. Suddenly he turns and starts crawling right at the one nearest him. My adrenaline kicks up. This guy is really blind and is about to go head long into a zombies shins. It's clear to me I have to act quickly. So I accelerate to a running crouch and close the gap to less than 15ft. Than I call out "You there crawling through the field, you friendly? Need assistance?" The whole damn field full of em stops and looks my way. And the one on the ground? Just another damn zombie. Apparantly they crawl too. I felt like an utter moron. I backed off as quickly as I could and made my way back to the safety of the forrest. Half an hour later I'm sitting on a mountaintop with a lovely fire cooking some pork steaks my crossbow was kind enough to provide for me. Even recoverd the bolt that dropped him. Where I go from here I'm not sure. But wherever that ends up being. I'm gonna bring hope with me. SirDeath out........