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zxcvbn_ what the fuck is wrong with you? This is really creepy. What I don't think you realise is that YOU ARE A GOON AS WELL. YOU BLAME GOONS BUT YOU ARE ONE. YOU THINK 'GOONS' IS ONE ENTITY, SO YOU WOULD BE PART OF IT. And seeing as you're the one apparently leading this whole witch hunt, it only makes sense for you to get banned.

Ban on sight? Certainly works too but not quite as fun or challenging. Yes let's just jump to the conclusion that EVERY goon dupes. Grow up dude.

We've all had them, those times of desperation where a horde has caught your scent, you only have enough time to check your ammo, and run. You soon realise that this is it, you're not going to go down without taking a few of those suckers with you. You find a suitable place to make your stand, and hold out. Funnily enough my best one ended up with me surviving, bleeding, out of ammo, but alive. It was my first time playing at night, I found a small town where I could scavenge for supplies. I cautiously moved my way across the outskirts when a hopper caught me. I only had a lee enfield on me, and stupidly took the shot. There was silence for a moment, until I heard the familiar sound of ravenous zombies. I couldn't get a good impression of which direction they were coming from, so I made an executive decision, I ran. I didn't look back, there was no point. I could hear at least a dozen of them behind me, unrelenting in their hunger. I made it past the tree line on the edge of the town, through the forest, panting and frightened. After a minute or two I knew my plight was useless. I had to end this horde now or never. I was certain I wouldn't survive, so I reached into my pack and threw a flare on the ground. The night lit up in an eerie red glow; I had made it into a clearing in the forest. As I turned my head I saw the full extent of the horde behind me, 15 running zombies, with 4 hoppers not far behind. I started running in circles, on the edge of the glow from the flare. I turned round, shot, and ran again. Eventually the horde thinned, I had been torn and bitten as I was running backwards, the muzzle flash of the enfield lighting up the trees, and all that was left were two hoppers. I composed myself and took them out. I knelt down on the grass, the sound of the flare fizzing, the light fading, I bandaged myself. I had lost a lot of blood, but I was alive.. alive. I'd love to hear your stories of moments like this. To me, they're what make DayZ so special.

Hey, as with everything let's not jump to the blind conclusion that every goon dupes. I'm sure shit loads of non goons dupe but you're not laying into them are you? Glad it's getting fixed, let's just be glad the bug was found and move on.