S1ippery Jim

Ep 4

Anyone who has seen what people do during riots (eg when law and order are powerless to do anything to stop them) knows that the veneer of civilization is very thin indeed.

Yes, its easier to survive as a Bandit now, especially without the trademark skin. Trusting randoms is too risky and benefit does not outway cost.

Dude the best area to get the most military equipment with the least risk is the Military base at Stary Sobor (Northern edge of the town). There is a risk of banditry there as with all military bases but skirt round the village and approach from the top, there are some trees and bushes above the camp you should scope it out carefully before entering.

A complete lets play of one of my first attempt to survive in DayZ. I didn't even know how to put things in my backpack when this was recorded lol!!! More episodes will be updated here as they are uploaded. For more Zombie killing action across various platforms and games check out my YouTube channel below! http://www.youtube.com/user/S1ipperyJim

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hahaha that was great

There needs to be like a 2 minute disconnect delay, eg once they hit disconnect it takes 2 minutes until it logs them out. That way anyone engaging them in a firefight has a chance to finish them off.

Chin up, head North into the hills and away from the major cities and use stealth more. Only 10% of players murder other players, I think you'll find in TDM it is 90-100%.

Great in theory, would never work in practice

Ep 8

Yes it is pretty much infinite respawn at the moment this needs to be changed you should be able to clear out an area temporarily, I personally think 5 minute respawn delay would be suitable

Ep 7

yes but they're always full. I don't care because I play at night anyway so NY servers are what I usually join

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I don't know how much you have actually played at night, but some nights it is pitch black and other nights it is starry and easily bright enough to navigate without NVGs. Its a touch of realism, I personally like the idea even if I always try to play on day servers because I record game play video

I may have been visited by this Supply Fairy. I logged off with no food and only about 900 blood left, when I logged back in the next day (after the update) I had 12000 blood, and a can of beans in my inventory. WTF??!! Considering the annoying deaths from walls* and ladders in this game, finally a glitch that helps me out! *I once made it all the way to the NW airfield, sprinted across the tarmac to the fire station, killed off a good 50 zombies that chased me there, then when I got to the top of the stairs because the wall started doing me damage for no reason and broke my leg. I crawled out to one of the hangers but had no morphine so I died a miserable death when a zombie finally noticed me

This is the first game I have played that makes me feel a strong sense of paranoia and mistrust. It is also the most unforgiving Zombie game out there. I don't kill other players unless fired upon first (or if I strongly believe I am being fired upon). However PVP in this game is brilliant in setting the right atmosphere of bleak zombie apocalypse survival. It's not meant to be easy.

After having played DayZ for over 24 hrs now, I have murdered my first Survivor. I always play the lone wolf and try to avoid killing anyone at all costs; I don't want to be the kind of guy that pops some other poor guy in the back of his head for his can of frank and beans. But I can no longer claim the high moral ground because I have become a bandit. Here is how it happened. It was early on an overcast morning; I had spawned just South of Elektro and decided to make my way to the far North, following the coast. The plan was to cut inland from the NE Airfield and head West toward Devils Castle, scavenging along the way. The Zombies in the Elektro dockyards were glitching, as sometimes happens, and were standing as still as statues when I moved through. I felt a little dirty but used the opportunity to stock up a little on supplies because I sure as hell was not going to disconnect and go through the hassle of finding another daylight server with decent connection. I had picked up a Winchester shottie and had plenty of ammo, an ALICE pack and had stuffed it with plenty of general supplies. As I took the long journey up the coast I waded out to a small island to investigate a boathouse but nothing was to be found but some active and aggro Zombies who I had to fight off, losing a little blood but my injuries were minor and I continued until I reached an area on the Southern outskirts of Solnichniy. There I came across an abandoned service station. It seemed that there were no Zombies or survivors in the vicinity however I followed my usual cautious stealth approach anyway (now second nature in Chernerus), and snuck in to it to check for items in the small kiosk. As I stooped over to scrutinize the tin cans and empty whisky bottle inside, I was startled by the sounds of rifle fire from right outside the kiosk. My heart started to pound, and adrenaline rushed into my bloodstream. I looked around wildly - was someone shooting at me? It was the only explanation; after all I had seen no Zombies in the area to attract gunfire. Panic! Instinctively I dived to the floor of the kiosk. I had to locate the direction of the threat. I crawled my way through the bottles and cans littering the floor of the tiny room and leaned across just enough to peer out of the open doorway, with my Winchester loaded and held out in front of me, looking for the bandit who had clearly been shooting at me. I spotted him almost immediately, directly across the road from the service station. He was only 15 yards away, lying prone next to a derelict vehicle, pointing his rifle at me. A wannabe Bandit! He was not shooting so clearly he had lost sight of me. However anyone who goes prone and points his rifle in my direction can only be trying to do one thing – put a bullet in my head and steal my pack and gear. Not if I could help it! I had come a long way up the coast and was not going to die alone in the kiosk of a service station with my body left among the cans and bottles and other litter here on the floor. Careful not to expose myself, I leaned out a little and carefully aimed my shotgun at the prone figure’s head. I gently eased my finger down on my trigger. The low coughing sound of my Winchester broke the silence of the early morning air. At that moment two things happened. Across the road I heard the survivor cry out as my shotgun slug slammed into his body. But another, more blood curdling shriek came from closer to me as a zombie came out of nowhere, no doubt attracted by the shot and leaped into the doorway at me. The Zombie started to lay into me. I was taking severe damage now, whether return fire from the man across the road or the Zombie or both. I managed to kill the Zombie in the ensuing panic but slumped unconscious against the inside wall of the kiosk. This had to be the end. The guy across the road was surely not dead; he was too far away for my single slug to have killed him. Even now I could sense him getting to his feet, crossing the asphalt towards me, gun in hand and taking advantage of my unconsciousness to end what was left of my life. At this point it would almost be a mercy. But he never came. Finally the hourglass of unconsciousness went away and I staggered to my feet, lurching out of the kiosk – the aggressor obviously knew my position now and I did not want to stay trapped in the tiny kiosk. I darted around the corner and took cover behind the building in some shrubbery and waited for the man across the road to come for me, as come for me he surely must. I reloaded my Winchester and waited. Sure enough he came, but he was peering ahead and up the field behind the service station. In fact he had seemed to stop for some reason. That was all the opportunity I needed, I was losing blood fast and needed to bandage myself. There could no hesitation if I was to survive this encounter. I fired. He dropped to the ground, killed instantly. Glad the threat was over and even gladder there were no other Zombies in the area to attack me in my severely weakened state, I bandaged myself to stop the flow of blood streaming from severed arteries, and, with vision swimming in and out of focus from the blood loss, shaking with pain I approached his body. I gulped some painkillers. That eased the pain, but I felt sickened by what I had done. I told myself it had been in self-defence, and that it had come down to him or me. I half-heartedly picked over his body, taking a few minor items of use. I left his corpse lying in the gravel by the kiosk where it had fallen and staggered north to continue my journey, now desperately in need of food to restore blood, my vision blurring and occasionally falling to the ground unconscious from my serious, potentially fatal injuries. It was only much later that as I huddled in an apartment building in Solnichniy waiting for more cans of food to spawn to help restore my blood levels that I realised I now had a murder showing in my stats, and that I had become a bandit. But it had been self-defence, hadn’t it? I was so sure the guy had shot first. Or had he? At this point it is worth mentioning that I record my gameplay as I have a small YouTube channel. After the game I went back and watched the video footage of the attack in the service station back again. Now, usually when in game I do not pay much attention to the in game chat scrolling down the screen, and usually in those do-or-die moments where you confront other players I have found that if I stop to try to type in a message I get shot while I am distracted trying to hammer out ‘I’m friendly don’t shoot I want to be your friend but not in a gay way’ on my keyboard. However when I watched back the video of what went down in the service station, I noticed a person typing ‘guy in service station, friendly?’ and ‘friendly don’t shoot’ and (even after I shot the guy from the kiosk) ‘don’t run, I’m friendly’. Sure enough, this was the man I had killed. After the screen showed his death he bewilderedly typed in chat that he never kills other players himself and always tries to help other players. Needless to say I felt bad about what had happened as murdering survivors is not my play style in DayZ. In fact it seems that all of my injuries had been dealt by the single Zombie who had also attacked during the confrontation, rather than from gunfire as I had thought in the heat of the moment. After that I found the guy on Steam and sent the poor guy a message telling him what happened and apologising for gunning him down. He said that after I shot him the first time he had fallen unconscious (which explains why he hadn’t come over while I was also down and out). For a guy that got murdered he was nice about it and even subscribed to my channel. I was amazed that shooting an innocent guy in the face earned me a subscriber but I guess it just goes to show, ‘treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen’ . Here is a video clip of the incident mentioned in the above story: http://www.youtube.com/user/S1ipperyJim

No worries mate! I guess thats why we find so many former survivors bodies on the coast near where they spawn haha :)