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And lot's of vehicles are still available. We only found 1 car ;)

"Plot; 2 years into the outbreak, 3 years before the events of The Outbreak. We are here surviving still... The state border into Colorado from Kansas on I-70 has been fortified by what is left of the US Government. The city of Denver is burning and the infection is spreading. Riots have begun all over the country as the realization of containing the virus cannot be done. All oversee military forces have been recalled, and every state national guard have taken to the streets. The President has begun fortifying the remaining major city centers that have yet to be infected... The beginning of the end has started. Many US Forces have restricted movement between the Colorado/Kansas border due to much of Kansas remaining intact from the virus. A long screening process must be done before anyone;woman, children, and men, are able to move into Kansas where relief settlements are being setup. Refuge camps are popping up all around the I-70 highway in Colorado, especially in Burlington, Colorado in hopes to begin the process to safety on the other side of the border. The process is so backed up to the point an average family of 3-4 would take up to 2 weeks to be registered into a refuge camp, screened for the virus, all weapons taken, and all files and documentation reviewed. The problem is, so many Colorado families and surrounding states attempting to cross this single line lost their IDs, social security cards, and other important documents while fleeing the first year of the outbreak. The result is illegal trafficking, border crosses, and rebellion against the government and security forces established on the border. By the the time you reach the large and expanding refuge camps and the border, an estimated 10,000 civilians have been fired upon by local police and military forces attempting to contain everyone. You find out upon arrival that the state of Colorado has declared Martial Law and that I-70 is now to be locked down by military patrols. Anyone resisting arrest will be assumed to have the virus and shot. Bandits and thieves have integrated into the refuge camps and nothing is ever done to stop them. If you are not directly near the border you are not safe... Many US military forces have been deployed toward Denver to slow down the advancing undead and other hostile people. Others attempt raids into the city to take advantage of the turmoil. Random survivors, chosen by fate to survive come together in the most unlikely of times to reveal the harsh nature of man, and the bond between a family that will break the darkest minds."__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____ Chapter 0(prelude): Friendship is not owner ship (All written by myself, #General Hawk) Suddenly, an slight feeling of moister clouds Hawks face. Hawks eyes open, in-front of him sits his friend Sam as she retracts he head just after a successful nose-dive bomb which woke her friend up. A smile creeps across the mans face as he places his right and on the dog and beings to scratch at it's neck. Hawk and his dog stay in the tent for about half an hour before deciding it was time to fetch some water. The tent opens up as it's front door's zip is dragged towards the ground, the memorable 'zzzzip' sound is heard. Hawk emerges from the tent, his right hand covering his face as he adapts to the sunlight breaking through the thick trees towering above him. They had decided to camp out in the middle of some forest, in a nice spot too. The towering trees protected them from the rain along with the harsh wind, and the thick shrubbery around the camp site provided cover. That cover was needed as their choice of shelter wasn't so wise, it was a 4-6 man tent with bright yellow and blue stripes along the side of it, but it kept them protected and warm during the night. A deep in-hail followed by a smirk as the fresh, damp air fills Hawk lungs, he closes his eyes and looked to the sky as the rising sun belts warmth into his face. With a flick of his wrist, the sparks ignited upon the thin pieces of dried out grass, causing a small flame to combust. Hawk knelt over the makeshift fire place, and began to breath in and out slowly, feeding the flame and nursing it to health, allowing to it consume the wood provided. With the fire going, embers shot up into the air as a wave of warmth surged through the air, after a few minutes, Hawk began to stop shivering, and the frosty air he exhaled stopped. Sam joined him besides the fire, she had a nice pre-made bed that was crafted using thin leaves and 'vines' that had been intertwined to create a nice pattern. They both licked their lips in an attempt to revive their dry mouths, the burden of thirst was creeping into their body. "Ha, these plastic tarps better have worked" said Hawk as he stands to his feet and walks towards 5 blue, plastic tarps that had been hung from a few trees, the tarps were wrapped like a funnel with a small bucket resting just under the horizontal opening, allowing the few, tiny drops of the early morning mountain dew to drip down and form into tiny puddles of water in the containers. "They worked, I guess", after pouring all the water from each bucket into a bottle, they could see that they only had 3 inches of water in a 125ml bottle. "Well fuck. Here, you drink this, I'll go out and search for a water source", Hawk poured the water into a small, silver bowel with "K-19 Sam" engraved onto the side of it. Sam walked over, and slowly began to lap up the water. "I'll be back in 3 hours, if I'm not back by then, just go" whispers Hawk as he slings his Crossbow over his shoulder and he clips his tomahawk onto his belt. Stepping over his traps, and weaving through the thick under brush, Hawk sets out into the forest. The sound of 1000 animals desperately searching for a mate fills the air, the birds belt out tunes whilst the crickets make their location known. "Where are you..." whispers the man as he darts his eyes back and fourth, scanning for his future. From his right, the sound of a snapping branch catches his attention, his spins to the sound and raises his Crossbow. "Got you.." the sound of screeching leather sends a strange feeling through Hawk as he begins to squeeze the trigger. "Wind, none. Distance, 120 meters" a large crack fills the air as the string is released, the tensions forcing the bolt attached to be plunged forward faster than his eye can pick up. The bolt dashes through the air, slicing the air and leaves in it's path as it homes into its target. The sounds of slicing flesh, and a hard impact is heard as the bolt plunges into the deers side, the bolts tip slicing through the ribs and into the lungs of the creature, blood begins to flood the major organs as the deer attempts to flee. It only gets a few feet before it's neck is filled with blood, and it's brain begins to freak out causing it to shut down most of the deers vital organs, the deer drops to the ground. 5 minutes pass, no movement comes from the deer, it lays there in the grass covered in blood as the flies begin to move into their new home. The sound of panting is heard as a dark beast emerges from the think brush, heading towards the corpse. A grey wolf, ironically it's fur color was a dark brown, was now sinking it's teeth into the deer. With slow movements, the crossbow once again arises from the darkness, Hawk thinks "I knew you'd fucking show up..", Hawk takes in a deep breath before aiming at the wolf, he slowly pulls the trigger. Just as Hawk fires, his hand twitches, causing his aim to go off by only a few center meters. But that was all it took, the bolt misses the lone wolf as it jumps backwards, locking eye contact with it's attacked. It pauses for a few moments before realizing that it 'remembers' this creature, the one that had hunted his family. The wolf snarls, growls and raises its lips to intimidate Hawk, but that doesn't work, the hunter arises to his feet, standing above the wolf, keeping eye contact and waiting. Minutes pass, which seem like hours before one of them makes a move, the wolf charges. Hawk reaches for his tomahawk in an attempt to arm himself, as if fate was against him, some shrubbery had gotten stuck in the clip, making the removal of the weapon difficult. Hawk gives up, turning his head towards the wolf that was now only a few feet from him. "Fuck" Hawk says desperately as he reaches for his knife, drawing it from it's shoulder holster. The wolf launches at Hawk, using it's strong back legs to catapult itself towards it's hunter, (will be continuing this later) __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____ Chapter 1: A begining towards an end (first part written by 'Riji117', second paragragh and last half written by 'Reborich') Day 429 since the end began - Sgt. Gonzales walks down the streets of Burlington. Large groups of people gather around posts the military have set up for relief efforts distributing food to those who needed it. It was high end rationing as MRE production began to be saved for the military. The sick were quarantined into a caged off area south of the town on the other end of I-70. An elderly man walks up to Gonzales shaking,"Please, can you help me?" he stutters out barely able to walk. He was weak, it was apparent in not only his physic but in his eyes. "I, I can't find my grandson. He was with me, then he..." He paused a moment to cough, I didn't react much. The weak were allowed to at least cough and not be cuffed and taken away. "Sir, I'm sorry." I point down the road to an Stryker stopped a ways down. It was surrounded by a platoon of US Army troops. "They're MPs, they'll be able to help." The man shook more, but nodded walking off. I couldn't help I was off duty and trying to get something to eat myself. The sight of children suffering and people with constant terror in their eyes. What had the world come to? Goose bumps began to race up and down his body as the cold of the Colorado mountain air began to pool in the small ravine. Hands slightly shaking and breathe smoking from his lungs, he reaches for his Cold Steel SRK San Mai III survival knife. Gaining purchase, he pulls from his EDC pouch a fire steel and begins to strike it with the back of the knife blade. Instantly a shower of hot sparks lick at the birds nest made of dry grass, aspen bark and 100% cotton ball soaked in Vaseline. The fire leaped to life and began to do a lazy dance of flame. Rick looked into the fire, hypnotized by its inviting warmth and security. Grabbing small twigs and a couple of split logs of wood he had bantoned with his SRK and a small log as a mallet, he begins to build a modest fire while sitting with his back to a large confer tree with limbs draping merely three feet from the ground. The flames provided a movie of shapes and shadows as they played upon the rock walls of the ravine. “Damn, today was a close call… I should have known better”, he muttered in his mind as he looked upon a deep gash in his hand. Replaying the incident, being sure to learn from his mistake, “what did I do wrong? I cleared the field, cleared the house, still she found me.” Rick stood up to stretch his sore leg muscles and began to hop a bit to circulate his blood. Then he heard it, “DAMIT, that’s what it was”, as Rick grabbed the US 2 qt canteen from the pouch on his belt. He shook it as the water inside sloshed audibly loud, “this damn canteen nearly cost me my life”, he thought to himself. Sitting back down by the fire, opening his canteen, he gingerly poured the cold liquid over the gash. Grimacing from the sensation of pain and cold mixed, Rick could see that the gash will require stitches. Wasting no time and with the use of a home made surgical kit, he begins to sew the wound. “Slow, methodical…NOT to fast Rick”, he coached himself as he crawls, prone, towards the squad car. Zed’s moaning, shrieking and gibbering as they slink along in an eternal void of resurrected infected decomposing flesh on the I-70 road block next to a wall of confer trees. Ever so slightly, Rick continues to shorten the distance between him and the open door to the squad car while skimming the black asphalt highway. Still seat belted in the driver seat sits a dead state trooper with an extra eye, neatly in between his two open eyes and gaping mouth, frozen in a grimace of exertion. Flies swirl the body, in and out of his mouth, building new nest and laying eggs in his nose and ear canals. Hanging out of the vehicle on his left side is the recognized Glock 17 9mm pistol, still sheathed and beckoning, no, daring Rick to come get it. Slowly, Rick pushes with one foot and reaches with the opposite elbow, lifting himself and sliding forward, slowly, while scanning each zombie within ear shot. “Almost there….” Rick whispered in his head as if the Zeds would hear his thoughts as screams in the night. Gently, Rick reaches up and while closing his eyes as if to prepare for impact, his thumb on his right hand pushes the snap release on the holster retention strap. “Click”, he nervously scans for any sign that the noise has been heard. The zombies nearby continue to aimlessly, without care, search oblivion for their next hot bloody meal. Unsheathing the Glock, “Thank goodness this cop was a south paw!” Rick states to himself as he admires his new found friend. Placing the Glock in the front of his worn M65 field jacket, he reaches back up for the two magazines standing proudly in their black leather perches on the trooper’s right front side. Quickly unsnapping the pouches, he retrieves the two 17 round magazines full of Gold Dot 124 + P JHP 9mm ammunition. As he was pulling his hand back from the lap of the trooper, his hand grazed the butt cap of a steel collapsible baton. “I better grab that as well, could come in handy”, Rick rationalizes as he reaches back in to grab the baton just as a Zed makes that usual noise when the gig is up, “FUCK!” Rick mutters as he rips the baton from the police belt causing the baton to snap to life in full extension. The Male Zombie wasted no time in whirling around, drool and blood spewed like 5000 mile old car oil as he announced dinner has been served. Rick jumped to his feet and swings his left arm in a wide arch, now holding the baton, with all his might connecting with the Zombie’s jaw. The crack of and splinter of bone and teeth sounded like a shotgun blast as the Zed gurgles and chokes on its own dislocated teeth while head diving into the rear wheel of the squad car, howling from the loss of its luck. Other zombies, trained into the sound, begin to run toward Rick. Instantly his military training kicks in as his right hand yanks the Glock 17 from its resting place. Instinctively, Rick’s Left hand grabs the cold black slide of the 9mm pistol, racking the slide, chambering a 9mm hornet. BOOM! Goes the first round flying like an angry yellow jacket chewing a tunnel through the forehead of a female Zed. The Gold Dot JHP did exactly as designed, condensing air into the hollow point cavity that expanded with fury after impact ripping the back of her skull off into several pieces, spraying a dark black liquid mist into the air. Ragdoll, she collapses mere feet from Rick. Scanning the area, Zeds are gaining ground, “I just got this damn thing and I can NOT use all this ammo!”, Rick mutters out loud. Grabbing the baton he dropped in order to get the Glock into battery, he quickly reaches in and yanks on the trunk lever of the car. “Pop” goes the trunk as he makes a dash for the back of the squad car. As the trunk opens, he sees a black case, a backpack and what looks to be a Kevlar vest. Milliseconds pass and Rick has the vest loosely on, left hand carrying baton and bag while slinging the back pack over his right shoulder. Running, Rick crosses the road and back into the woods with Zombies in tow. Running in the woods is tough, and soon he is exhausted. He starts to trip on the bramble, but it looks like the zeds are far behind. Then, coming out from the cover of foliage, a terrified child of about 9 appears. Searching for the source of his fear, Rick sees a gaping wound on his leg. They abandoned him once he's been bit, he thought. "Shit," Rick says to himself. Then, out loud, "I can't help you, I'm sorry". But even as Rick was moving away, looking around to make sure no Zeds were around, the little boy moved closer, demanding his help with unspoken words. Up, up the trees, past the trunks, branches, and leaves, sat Wilson. He watched intently, hand on the string that would pull up the net, enveloping whoever was unlucky enough in its deadly embrace. He was content to sacrifice his child for what looked to be a whole lot of guns if that was necessary. It would be better if the man, his next victim, would lead them to his camp, but he had enough on himself to justify killing him. His compatriots sat in the branches around him, waiting to descend upon their newest prey. One of them had a fresh wound acquired while hunting deer. A wound that wasn't healing fast enough. A wound that got a single drop of blood out from the makeshift bandages. A drop that landed right on Rick's outstretched hand, the hand just about to reach for the boy. It took exactly three seconds for Rick to understand. It's an ambush! He took off with renewed vigor, going in a direction he hoped led away from Zeds and humans alike. Wilson's fellow bandits (although he was the leader) stared gaping at their unsuccessful attempt, wondering what gave them away. They sat rooted to the spot. "Well?" Wilson asked. "What are you fools waiting for? Go get him!" His words sparked them to life and the group of 4 slid down the vine they made and went off in hot pursuit of the man with many guns. Wilson spared the time to slap his dying boy in the face. "You weren't convincing enough!" Rick’s mind raced as the blood in his skull pounded like a blacksmith working harden steel. “Too many of them!” yelled Rick to himself in his mind. Exhaustion, a permanent of Murphy’s law, always catches the older guys first before the younger ones. Rick jams the baton into his left pants pocket forcing it to collapse in submission. Still slowing while jumping over brambles and rocks, “I have to lighten my load and quick”, he exclaimed silently. Breathing hard, he rips the black case zipper in his left hand open and sees the butt stock of a rifle; it begins to slip from its perch as he continues to run. Soon shouts erupt from behind him. Then, a crack and a pop, he knows this sound from his time as a Marine scout sniper during his many tours in the terrorist wars of the late twentieth century. The bullet zinged past and smashed into a tree on his right showering splinters into his face, “Son of Bitch” he shrieks! Left hand stabs the black case with a right hand yanking off the case. Rick grabs the sling of the assault rifle and throws it over his back. He begins to zig zag, lowers his posture and grabs the Glock from his jacket. Rounding a tree he slows down and waits. The second bullet impacted before the report of the weapon could be heard. A searing burning finger seemed to scorch Rick’s left arm. Swallowing the pain he spins left and sees a man hobbling toward him, bloody bandages soaked on his right leg, murder written like a neon sign on his face. The Glock coughed twice, two angry hornets raced through the confers and aspens searching for their intended target. Rick hears the impacts as the bullets rip through the wounded man’s chest, he crumples, dead before he hits the ground. Rick bolts, running and zig sagging between trees. Heart in his throat as curses erupt behind him, KILL that mother fucker, he got John! Rick hears another single crack and pop behind him, wondering if the bullet was intended for him or for John who would soon be among the drooling dead who now rule the planet domain. Anticipating another impact, adrenaline racing through his veins, he sees a stream ahead and makes a desperate decision. As he approaches the stream, he sees a fallen tree lying alongside the stream bank. With out hesitation, he unslings the rifle and tosses it into the stream some 25 yards from the tree and dives in. The bitter cold of the water knocks the remaining air from his burning heaving chest as if being kicked in the chest by a stubborn and scorned mule. His lungs scream for air as he gasps. Struggling against the current, he slides up against the bank under the tree, shiverng, waiting, longing as he his eyes become fixed on the black rifle sitting in two feet of pristine mountain runoff. The first of the remaining three bandits leaped over his head into the water thrashing toward the rifle. The Glock smiled as another hornet issued from its mouth of death. The JHP slammed into the bandit’s neck with an audible crack, instantly the bandit went stiff as board and Rick realized that the man’s neck was broken on impact of the bullet. Paralyzed and now gurgling as he sinks to the bottom of the frigid red tainted torrent, his sunken body swiftly glides by Rick, eyes wide in stunned panic and fear, body like a ragdoll, unmovable and severed from its cerebral cortex. Soaking wet and cold, as the sun began to set in the West, Rick’s legs began to burn with lactic acid build up, threatening to quit on him. He began to feel warm and wanted to sleep, sure signs that hypothermia was setting in. He could still hear the running footsteps chewing at leaves and dead branches with the occasionally scuff of boots against rock or bramble. The Arsenal Ak 106 assault rifle chambered in 5.56mm drained stream water like sweat as Rick forced his body to kick in more adrenaline. He had been in a similar situation before in the early 1990’s, chasing scud missiles in Desert Shield along with Seal Team 6. They had received Intel that a scud launch was probable in a once cleared village deep in the deserts of Iraq. After the chopper dropped the seal team, himself and his spotter, they traveled nearly 10 clicks to the AO. Once in position, Rick mounted the Barrett .50 cal sniper weapon, held his breathe as his spotter whispered a shooting solution. The anti-material rifle punched Rick in the shoulder and spewed a mini explosion from its mouth in complete defiance of Jihad and the existence of terrorist. The 750 grain HE round tore through the tip of the scud missile, detonation ensued, the scud seemed to vaporize in a cloud of fire with shrapnel ripping and screaming death through the air as the shock wave of the blast caused Rick to grunt from the impact. An immediate response was met with AK 47 rounds raining down upon their position. One bullet slammed into the side of his spotter’s right leg, screaming and writhing in pain, Rick yanked the bolt from the receiver of the .50 cal rifle and shot a 9mm slug trough the optics. “Let’s Go!!” he yelled as he grabbed Sgt. Stevens and slung him over his back. The seal team opened up with deadly controlled chaos and violence. Screams and explosion seem to ricochet amongst the dunes as Rick ran with all his might. Seal members began to peel back, slapping each other on the shoulder as they followed the Marine sniper team into the burning horizon. Jeeps and ½ ton vehicles seem to materialize out of nowhere. “Get those DAMN choppers in here NOW! Or we are all DEAD!!” barked the CO of Seal team 6 into the radio receiver. “MOVE, MOVE, MOVE” the CO yelled as seals emptied M4 carbine mags which seem to litter the ground leaving a trail easily followed. Rick began to claw his way up a dune slope, struggling, heart racing, Sgt. Stevens limp and unresponsive, hanging dead weight for the scout sniper to haul on hand and knees. Without warning, twin UH-64 Blackhawks screamed over Rick’s head with door gunners shredding the oncoming horde of enemy soldiers with lead and tracers that whine and bounced, showering sparks, flesh, explosions in all directions. Sand swirled, Rick’s mind began to swim with the noise of rotor blades, gun fire and RPG rounds cratering around the squad. Rick’s mind began to slip, he felt he was losing his footing, falling…… Rick’s mind snapped back as he tripped over a rock, sending him sprawling, tumbling down a deep ravine. “OH SHITTTT!!!” he screamed in his mind as the reality of his fall became full view. His jacket began to flutter slightly as his body began to float, so it seemed in mid air, accelerating the 50 foot decent into the rocky ravine, holding a pristine pond at the bottom. SPLASH!! Erupted into his ears as he hit the surface of the water, causing the AK 106 to wrench itself free from Rick’s grip and mule kicked him in the face with its butt stock. Wilson stared at his fallen comrade just long enough for the reality to sink in.. without those guns, he was screwed. And also Michael being gone, leaving him, Brad, and Cedric back at camp. He didn't even think of his own child, surrounded by Zeds now anyway. Then, with a mighty snap back to reality, Wilson jumped into the river. He hoped Brad followed. Bullets don't penetrate water, he reasoned. Wilson peeked out of the water for a heaving breath and saw the man scrambling up the slope, heading for the evergreens.Several moments later he climbed up the bank and drained the water from his Taurus. He looked back to check that Brad was following-which he was- and started running up the mountain in the footsteps of a failed ambush, following a clear trail. __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____ __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____-CLASSED AS 'SPOILER' SIMPLY TO SAVE SPACE. :P

It's hard to find them at the spawns, that for sure, but if you go to the common hiding spots, you'll find something soon enough. NE corner is popular for instance. Some hide them off the map, but not all. Also gotta keep your ears open for people driving/flying by, usually how people lose a chopper is getting shot down or ambushed upon landing/taking off. Fixing it up can be harder that sounds too. After a mission, we had 3 guys and the patient and looted Starry, found the UAZ at the spawn pointed. It needed 2 wheels, an engine and a fuel tank. We were alone on the server at night and spent the next 4 hours fanning out over the whole north of the map looking for parts. We got the wheels and fuel tank, but no luck with the engine. We even server hopped factories with no luck. Ended up driving it off with a crappy engine, but the server locked soon after. In the end, you just need to decide what you want to do with your "endgame". Some scavenge, some kill, some heal, there are possibilities out there. Or just wait for standalone when there will be more depth to the game. Edit: If you are dead set on finding a vehicle, I'd recommend finding a good private server that has increased vehicles. Less hacking there too, and some even roll back the server if there was major hacking. It would probably be fun to start out on the coast again anyways.

Hello guys! I heard about DayZ about 3 months ago and played it for a good 2 months. But after not having anybody to play with and seeing all the hacking activity, i got fusterated and quit for awhile. Dayz is a really fun game, so I wan't to come back. But i don't even know what server to play on. I fired up DayZ Commander, however every server seems to either have an infinite loading time, an unstable connection, or hackers up the wazoo. Now, after searching around there isn't really much I could find. I was breifly told about "Private Hive Servers" But after some searching, I couldent even find a way to connect to one. Now i am not sure if this is the right place to be asking this. But are there any servers out there that have: Little to no hackers A generally stable server A civil community Global chat Vehicles I would appreciate any help here, im pretty lost and I barely manged to get past a loading screen. Thank you! Also, if anyone could point me in the right direction to where I could find some people to play with (Who don't mind casual players) that would also be appreciated, this is my first post on the forums so i havent spent the longest time looking into stuff. again, thank you! *A quick edit: The last time I played I remember there being visual glitches that used to cover the whole screen when looking in a direction, has this since been fixed? Also, is there any important things added to the game that I should know about? thanks!

There are potential bugs there with tents and vehicles. But everything, in theory, should be fine as long as you have saved it.

I will be adding more vehicles, weapons and buildings very soon! Come play and join in on the fun. I'm testing it tomorrow night! :D

The Failboat Chernarus Private Hive is located in Norway. It's new and need players. Settings are being tweaked for optimal performance . We have a lot of vehicles, this might be changed in the future, but for now, we have around 70 vehicles and 6 choppers. TS3 is up and running. Server: The Failboat - [PRIVATE HIVE] Max Vehicles - [Veteran|3DP:ON|CH:ON] IP: 37.44.135.20 Port: 2302 Teamspeak 3 IP: 37.44.135.20 Features: 50 Players 70 Vehicles, 6 choppers. Side chat is ON. Restarts every 6 hours. DayZ Antihax Daytime Only Rules: No Hacking. (Obviously) No combat logging. No Voice over side chat. Settings: Difficulty=Veteran Map=chernarus Timezone=GMT+1 3rd person=on Cross hair=on Name plate=off Side chat=on

Just passed my first milestone. The most kills Ive had on one life on one server, 50 xD. Thought Id celebrate by making a thread about it :P On this server Ive been alive for 25 days. I probably average about 1-2 hours in there each weekday, more on weekends. I stay mobile and start hitting high value areas North and then once it looks like Im not going to get any fights North I slowly head South. When I get South I kill for a while and eventually start running low on ammo so I had North again to gear up at military spawns again. Most of the time I have used an AKM although I use an M14 when I have one and the ammo. I also only carry one primary as duping is fixed on the server and it makes the survival components a little tight at times. Gearing up to kill is hard work! Most of the players in there are geared clans who have alot of vehicles vs me the lonewolf so it makes it very difficult to stay alive. I follow a very strict ruleset on this life. Never over-commit to a firefight. Always have an escape plan in a firefight. Always play tight and always wait for the other player to make the mistake. When identifying a number of players/clan don't retreat, fight them but keep the escape option...sometimes I will come away with 3 or so kills, other times I have to run for my life. Dont attempt to kill someone I can't loot and bury. And a heap of other stuff. All these rules make the game a bit boring at times, but they keep you alive.

It was me . Didn't you blew up because of the "jump" you made with the van off of the road? I think vehicles doesn't like that kind of shit. Btw. , did you died in the explosion?

Just wanted to inform the community of our brand new server! We are hosting our very own private hive and would love some traffic. Easiest way to find our server is to simply filter "CDA". Some details: Server name: DayZ - CDA Gaming Private Hive (v1.7.2.6/Beta 96584) IP: 198.15.113.90:2302 Location: USA Difficulty: Veteran Map: Chernarus (Is it not the best one?) Slots: 40 TZ: GMT-7 Third Person: on Cross Hairs: off Name Plate / Tags: off Death Messages: on Side Chat: on Passworded: no Whitelisted: no Added vehicles: 2 helicopters and multiple land vehicles throughout the map. Active admins who care about your gaming experience! Contact: www.cdagaming.com We do our best to keep the advantages fair and have the latest anti-cheat installed. Be well and play fair my friends, join us today!

Deja vu! That is pretty much how i got started. Watched all of Frankie's vids and debated waiting... that lasted for like 2 days and then I jumped right in. Welcome to the game! Did you get the 2 DLC's? British somethingorother and Private Military Dudes or whatever its called? They will ensure top quality textures on various models including your character. Also, get DayZ Commander. Use that to update the Arma game to it's beta, and to DL the latest version of DayZ... it sets everything up for you, and is great for finding servers and launching the game. Keep a web map open (here and here), which shows the various spawnpoints for vehicles and items etc, and also keep the wiki handy for questions you might have on which weapons are better, which ammo goes with what, and what locations spawn what kind of stuff.

Like the idea, Could also add attachments to the vehicles. Its not uncommon to have for example a plow on a pickup or tractor =)

Removing AR's isn't going to make people suddenly work together instead of shooting each other, just means you'll be fighting with shotguns and lee enfields most of the time against groups that have managed to farm decent military weapons. LMG's, Sniper and powerful assault rifles are already limited to the very rare helicopter crashes, scoped AR's are limited to 2 buildings and basic AR's are limited to high traffic areas on the map as it is, making the weapon spawns any stricter that they are atm is only going to increase the gap between the lonewolf/small groups and the clans on the map that and the increase in zombies and more aggressive behaviour means you'll soon be sick of respawning and losing your gear and vehicles all the time. I like where the mod has landed so far but I think weapon spawns have been tightened as much as was needed, ammo is also in a pretty good place I would say. BSB has been in many firefights since joining Redux and we're always looking for ammo, we've even had to avoid confrontation a couple of times because we didn't have ammo to spare on squad vs squad battle over some minor resources. There have been a lot of good suggestions in this forum like changing tent skins, adding camo nets, changing vehicle repair/health and the quantity of parts and fuel. I like the idea of fuel being a limited resource but I think it is going to be a hard thing to try and balance, it will be interesting to see how your changes turn out. I'll try and catch you on Skype at some point Venthos and discuss the EU server with you, looking forward to getting back on your mod.

My friend and I spent a couple of days checking out vehicle spawns in the end we checked about 75% of all spawns and we still couldn't find any vehicles so we stopped looking and then a white pickup truck spawned right next to us. I've probably played a couple hundred hours of DayZ and my friends and I have found only a handful of useable vehicles. List of vehicles found Fishing boat (next to a lake out side Elektro) sort of useable Offroad (given to us by a friendly chap in Cherno) useable Bus (belonged to hackers in Cherno) not useable PBX (next to the Balota Airfield) not useable Offroad (spawned next to us in Zelenogorsk) useable Bus (noob bait in to Stary Sobor) not useable Old Hatchback (hackers used it to loot our camp) not useable Bus (hackers spawned it on top of people) not useable Ural (nicked in Cherno lost in less than an hour because of hackers) useable for a bit Offroad (found abandoned in Cherno) useable ATV (found abandoned on the side of a road) useable Ural (Hacked spawned it on top of us) not useable Bus, Fishing Boat and Old Hatchback (noob bait out side of Balota) not useable ATV (that someone was driving) not useable

Are the rMod weapons already setup to spawn or is that coming with the vehicles spawning?

If there was a reasonable chance of finding one I'd go and search. But the chance is too slim for me to keep looking. It's just not worth spending 50+ hours looking for a vehicle. And on top of it, as you said: you have nowhere to drive it to and will be constantly scared of loosing it. Besides the cars there's not much in this game for me anymore. I've got some cool stuff and some weapons and don't have much trouble surviving now. Guns used to be my goal but after I found some I've learned they're pretty much useless, except for some emergency or self-defense. They attract more zombies than you can kill with them. I made a new goal to find a vehicle only to learn that they're close to impossible to find. Now I have nothing interesting to do in this game unless I plan to spend the next month playing only Day Z. Besides the vehicles you can't do much. Can't build an actual safe house or at least a secure camp, cause somebody's probably gonna raid it while you're gone or offline. I theory this game sounded great, but in reality it gets old too fast for me. Next.

Current glitch where vehicles loose all fuel on server restart.

Ask yourself, what would a vehicle do for you? Drive around aimlessly, always afraid of getting killed? Sure, you can get to places faster, but that vehicle you might find is a potential liability. You might stash it, and find it stolen the next day. You might get lit up as you drive it along the road, because it makes quite a bit of noise. On the flip side, you might wander upon someone else's stashed vehicle as well and go for an awesome joyride. Vehicles are endgame like equipment, so don't feel, as someone just learning the game, that you need to have one right off the bat. Most of the time if you find one, you'll need to do a bit of work repairing it before its operational. What other games do you play?

I read that vehicles respawn after a week of not being used or getting destroyed. I know that you generally have to repair them first. I just wish to have seen at least one that is broken, so I had a chance of grabbing it before someone else. I love the game but if it's that hard to get a vehicle (not to mention a chopper), it's not worth playing anymore for me. I know myself, I won't have enough patience to do this. I've got some gear cool gear, but now I'm supposed to wonder around aimlessly always afraid of getting killed with little hope of ever finding a vehicle. I have other games I'd like to play.

NEW BASES AND OUTPOSTS TO CONTROL AND DEFEND As part of our initiative to get our players more actively inhabiting the world, rather than living off in isolated locations - we have set up several new bases and outposts. These fortified areas offer the chance for survivors, groups, and clans to take over and defend these locations. Each location has its own benefits for those who control it, whether it be medical supplies or control of the main access to a valuable area. Join our server now, find one of these outposts and claim it to be yours. Check out some screenshots of some early bases below - please note we are currently in a test phase with these bases and currently just have a few on the map to see how they work out. We will be working on more elaborate and detailed bases/outposts in the meantime. Radovljica NE Airport Checkpoint Control access to the main entrance to Radovljica airport, located on the North East coast of Panthera Island. This checkpoint was established to stop civilians entering the airport, causing chaos and panic on the runways - now you can use it to control who enters and leaves, or set up the perfect ambush. Benefits: Control of high-traffic road, control one entrance to the airport. South Shore Outpost Located on the southern coast of Panthera Island, this small outpost the perfect secluded camp for a group of survivors. With plenty of visibility, and flat open ground surrounding the outpost making it perfect for more tents, vehicles or a helicopter. Benefits: Plenty of flat open ground, secluded area. West Airport Base This base located on the western coast of Panthera Island is one of the more well fortified bases on the island. Offering an extremely well fortified perimeter, watch towers, and medical facilities - this was home to some of the last soldiers to make their stand on the island against the undead. Benefits: Medical loot spawn, airport location, easy to defend. Arnoldstein N Airport Base Located on the far north coast of Panthera Island is another large base that was the area of operations for freshly landed troops when the outbreak first began on the island. Extremely well fortified, with raised walkways, high visibility and an airport location - this base even comes with a jail perfect for holding bandits or kidnap victims. Benefits: Easy to defend, jail to keep prisoners, airport location.

Just because it popped into my head at work that it would be fun to plow over some z's or steam roll them. They wouldn't be tanks just because you can pop the operator easily enough... just be fun

$5 for 2 servers, custom vehicles, no hackers/cheaters, dedicated forums, dedicated and active admin who streams on the server, many other players who record vids for youtube on the server, and new things are being tested/added all the time. Clans who mainly PvE, clans who do both, and clans who focus on PvP, take your pick. Teamspeak server... There's no reason to play public anymore, unless you hack.

Hello, Pirate_PL. Finding a vehicle is supposed to be hard, I remember spending 32 days alive, without finding or seeing as much as one single vehicle, if I am not incorrectly informed, vehicles are to respawn one time each week. Otherwise than that, you just gotta be lucky. Also, remember that, -if- you are to find a vehicle, there's 80% chance of it missing parts (Hull, Engine, Fuel Tank, Fuel, wheels) -which you also gotta find.

It didn't work for me, thought it had as I played for over an hour. Both hardware and software firewalls off. Once it happened it started every 20 minutes again, seemed to be mainly when in vehicles as well which is really annoying.

Teleporting and Teleporting Vehicles 13.10.2012 18:09:39: KushCraZy (24.24.###.###:2304) 194d324eb93671bb4f6e82483fe97000 - #0 "Hit" 114:17 - " randomNumber = random 99999; (veh createVehicle (position hreh1))setVariable ['ObjectID', randomNumber, true]; dayz_serverObjectMonitor set [count dayz_serverObjectMonitor,getPos hreh1 nearestObject veh]; titleText [format ["Here is Your : %1",veh],"PLAIN" 13.10.2012 18:09:39: KushCraZy (24.24.###.###:2304) 194d324eb93671bb4f6e82483fe97000 - #3 "Hit" 114:17 - " randomNumber = random 99999; (veh createVehicle (position hreh1))setVariable ['ObjectID', randomNumber, true]; dayz_serverObjectMonitor set [count dayz_serverObjectMonitor,getPos hreh1 nearestObject veh]; titleText [format ["Here is Your : %1",veh],"PLAIN" 10/13/2012 1:10:10 AM - Banned 194d324eb93671bb4f6e82483fe97000 on pass #548 for Remote Code Execution (13.10.2012 18:09:39: remoteexec.log)