Scorcho

The best thing about this patch is that it may drive the deathmatchers away.

I don't know why everyone is complaining about the sight range. If you move slow and take your time you can still make your way past them, I crawled/crouch walked through a very populated town and only aggro'ed a group when I literally ran into one hanging out in a barn.

I think a zombie tried to karate kick me.

Good story.

Download Arma 2 Free and see how it runs?

Bad form. Exposing yourself to bandaging is no excuse to DC. Take the risk or try to escape or take out the guys before you bleed out.

$40.00. Which is the highest price I will pay for virtually any game.

YES Crows/vultures may follow a person if they are constantly around dead people (food). Flies no.

NO Makes new players too easy of a target for bandits and thrill-killers.

I'd like to see this, as well.

Gimme an A! Gimme an L! Gimme a P! You know the rest... Sucks you died dude but chill the hell out.

Seconded.

I like the idea, and I also don't see the need for any penalty: Zombies are going to eat you even after you're dead, as long as you're fresh. So it'd be near useless against them, but it's a great way to throw off other player. If you're not careful to put on in the head of someone you've just dropped, then that's your own damn fault.

It's been about four days since I've set out into the world... Up until now, my travels have consisted of keeping my head down, sneaking from one small back woods town to another scrounging up whatever I can to survive. Nothing to write home about, but I'm not prepared to stick my ass out there and venture into the cities. I've heard stories about what goes on there. This method of survival has paid off. I'm rarely hungry, or thirsty, I have more than enough ammo, which is also in part because I have yet to fire a single shot from my pistol so far. That was all about to change... It started off like any other trek into any other small town. I made my way in, holed myself up in a shed, and spent the night sleeping with one eye open as the zeds shuffled around me. Something I've become accustomed to by now. When morning came around, I decided to peek my head in the other houses in the area that weren't locked up tight to see if I could grab anything from the road. As I was making my way through a backyard on the edge of the town, I saw him... Another man, looking in my way, gun drawn. Almost certainly just another survivor, looking to feed himself for the day, but I wasn't taking any chances. I hightailed it behind the house I just came out of and I called out. Hopefully loud enough that he would hear me, but not so loud as to draw attention from the zeds... "No trouble here..." No response... Did he hear me? Ignore me? Afraid? Was he in the process of stalking me down? I made my way along the front of the building in the direction I saw him. I figured that if he was coming after me, he wouldn't expect me to be heading in this direction. Keeping my head low, I made my way to the next house, the one I that I saw him near before I took off. I knelt down near the concrete wall, tried to catch my breath, and listened... Footsteps... On the other side of the wall... Coming towards me! It was then that he came into view. Not ten feet in front of me, pistol drawn but not pointed at me, he hadn't seen me. Before I could register another thought. I squeezed off three rounds. All of them striking him in the chest. He turned and faced me, looked me in the eye, before slumping over... His wounds were spurting blood, and I had no idea if was he alive. Would he recover? Is he suffering? I put a final bullet in his forehead, trying to convince myself it was compassion, when in reality it was just stone cold terror. It's then that I head the hurried footsteps of a group of zeds making their way towards me. I ran toward the coast, trying to not draw the attention of others from the gunshots I'll need to fire. I turn around and they attack, digging their claws into me. I try my best to keep calm and start taking them down one by one. After the group has cleared I can feel myself bleeding. No big deal, I have more than enough bandages. I patch myself up, and decide to go back to look over my victim. It's a cruel thought, but if he has anything on him that can help me survive, I need to take it. I make my way back towards the body and pull open the zipper on his blood-covered backpack. I just start to look through the contents when I hear a voice in the distance... "I see you, bandit..." Bandit? Is that what I am now? I don't have time to answer the question before I hear the faint sound of a pistol and the soft "thud" of a bullet hitting the ground near me. If my attacker were a better shot, or had better tactics, I'd easily be just as dead as the man I'm standing over. I stuff a handful of items from his bag into mine and I run through the town towards the forest, knowing I'm going to have a trail of zeds following me, but hoping that will be enough to keep my attacker from pursuing. I hear his voice calling out in a mocking manner... "Why are you running?" Followed by the sound of more gunfire as I continue to sprint towards the treeline. I glance over my shoulder to assess the damage once I'm into the woods. I look over my shoulder... Three zeds. I can handle three zeds. Furthermore, it appears that my assailant has given up the chase. This is the only break I've gotten so far today. I turn around and take out the zeds with three bullets to the head, turning around a full rotation to make sure I haven't attracted any more. And then I see them... Two more men, much more well equipped than my last encounter. Shotguns. Both working together. I drop down and hope they didn't see me. It appears they're looking around for the source of the noise, but after about three minutes (which feel like hours) they decide to make their way across a field in the opposite direction from me. I've made it... I'm alive... My mind is still trying to process everything that's happened. I think to myself that one way to regain my focus is to sort out my gear. That will give me the chance to see what I picked up off of the man I... Killed... I open the pack and look through the items that were not there before. A pistol magazine, a can of baked beans, a bandage, and a wallet. A wallet? I open it up. No cash inside, a few useless credit cards, and a driver's license. I always kept my license on me, so when I die, people will be able to identify who I was. I pull it out, wiping the blood from the information on the card, looking at the name... Vazura... I'm sorry, Vazura...

That's happened to me before, discharging a weapon when I meant to open my pack or take another action. I've been lucky so far not to kill anyone else with out though. So far...

So I've had this dilemma in the past and I wanted to get other opinions... There's been a couple times where I've come across the compound crossbow with 1-2 bolts. Despite it being as silent as you can get, I only fire them unless ABSOLUTELY necessary. But there have been times where I've come across another primary weapon with more ammo (a Winchester, say) and decided to keep the crossbow under the hopes I'll find more ammo. What would you guys do? Dump the silent weapon for the one with more ammo or keep the silent weapon in hopes that you'll get more ammo for it?

I've been playing the game for about 30 hours and have only SEEN another survivor about ten times, and been killed by other survivors 4 (one of which the person killed me in self defense). I haven't been to Cherno or Elektro because I want nothing to do with that scene. If you want a scavenging game, stay out of the main areas, if you want to risk getting the good shit, then you gotta stick your neck out there.

I'm with the sentiment that it's not the speed that's an issue it's the movement. It's almost IMPOSSIBLE to shoot a zombie until it's right in your face and that shouldn't be true.

Second for sure.