I assure you this is quite the tale so if it ends up looking like a bulk read, fear not for you should be entertained! Right where to start. Well I recently joined a passworded private hive due to the rampant hacking and as side channel was on I decided to meet another person up north (above nwaf) we start playing together and the next day we rejoin in Stary. After a quick tent loot run that turned out to be mostly unsuccessful, my new friend claims to hear a helicopter. Excellent. We quickly gain a visual and it appears to be losing altitude to land, so we dash up the notorious Stary hill and find it has set down three very unfortunate players in the vast clearing beyond. My friend ( who bare in mind at this point we are only communicating on direct comms with mic or text on side) asks me ' Can we shoot them from this far away?' to which I reply ' Indeed' I would estimate it was 400-500 metres away, yet accurate single shots from my M4A1 CCO and his M16A2 make for an impressive suppressive field of fire. Having killed 1 each in the field we break off back down the hill just as incoming fire from the third assailant (whom has flanked into the bushes on the other end of the hill) AND M240 machine gun fire blast around me. We quickly decide our best option is to hole up in the large iron shed. This chopper is not going away and appears quite agitated so the only rational thing to do is fire upon it as if fires upon us. There are many sections of the shed that gape open towards the sky so we both find places that we can fire upon it and be relatively safe from the buzz-saw of death attached to the chopper. Then I feel it was time to turn beast mode on and to my astonishment manage to shoot out the door gunner. As I watch his body fall out and slump over as if it hits the ground before it starts it's decent I let out a resounding battlecry over side channel. The helicopter pilot then realises he's only good as a scout now and backs off way into the sky, so we decide to make a run for it south. Just as I get to the road the third baddie opens fire on us and we wildly zig zag to avoid being shot. Unfortunately I take a hit and as I make my way to cover behind a house a second shot lands and breaks my legs. Crap. To make matters worse I have half a dozen zombies gnawing at my heels which it hard to deal with from the floor. After dispatching them I stabilize my condition but realise I must have extremely low blood due to black-and-white crapovision. I then ask if my friend made it out alive over side and he says he did and I then ask over side if I'm allowed to log out because I was in desperate need of a cigarette, but wondered if the enemy considered it combat logging. They say it's okay so I suck in some tar with shaky adrenaline pumped hands and collect my thoughts on possibly the best ambush I've ever done. Now myself and my friend have become quite notorious on the server and the clan absolutely despises us. I love old school DayZ :D
