DayZ Namalsk Stories Thread

[m.w. vindicator 880]

So today I decided to check out Namalsk. I played Lingor but I always loved Chernarus more (Lingor does have the zombie mood for me, still a great map). I can say that Namalsk nails the infected/zombie mood. There is cool new ambient sounds that are quite frankly terrifying. I am scared to play at night. The map has a dark look to it and it is always cloudy. I wasn't using an in game map so I would be fully immersed.

I spawned in a field. The name of the nearest town appeared but I couldn't see any civilization. The sound of the ocean and the wind was dominate. I walked to a small ridge and saw a factory complex about 500m away. I started running for there.

The factory looked similar to the one at Dolina in Chernarus. I began looting and dodging Zeds. I was hit once but I found an ax I heard some more aggros but there was no zeds around me. I called out in direct chat "Anyone around"

To my surprise someone answered and they were on the roof. I met the guy and we started looting. Namalsk's loot tables are different and food is very rare. We looted the area and started following the road. We found an office building and a bunch more buildings. We gathered medical supplies from the hospital and went into the supermarket. There was literally nothing in it but empty cans. No food or drinks. maybe some flares and other less useful things but no food. Then another guy showed up. he joined our party and we found him an ax

Finally one of the party members had a friend and he joined the posse. One guy knew of a military base and we decided to go there.

The journey was long and we met several zeds on the way. Namalsk has huge snowy mountains that actually make you colder if you go there. We followed a narrow mountain road and after awhile the base came into site.

It was bound to be a hub of activity. We only had melee weapons and approached cautiously. The base was huge and we were rolling in guns and ammo. But we committed the classic DayZ mistake. We let the loot get to our heads. We totally let our guard down. A lone bandit killed me and i died. I later confirmed that another member of the group was also killed. I am unsure what happened to the other two, but is likely they died.

that bandit killed us four. Later he killed another guy in the same area. He knew the map well and knew didnt let the loot get to his head unlike my posse. Lesson learned, the hard way

GG onii-(something)

What are your Namalsk stories

[m.w. vindicator 880]

I recently broke my leg. Thanks to RedStarMovement the situation is much better. Thanks a lot and I hope I remembered you name!

[Siberian (DayZ) 527]

im liking the new map.

tbh i think this map captures the DayZ feel, better then Chernarus does.

[m.w. vindicator 880]

im liking the new map.

tbh i think this map captures the DayZ feel, better then Chernarus does.

Exactly. It is quite horrifying and is much more difficult. I have only found a few cans of food. Only one can on the ground. One on a zed. And about three on a dead guy. Food has about a 4% percent chance if spawning!

[m.w. vindicator 880]

Another story.

I was a fresh spawned and had medium blood. I wandered into a old hospital complex. It happened that right after I arrived a group of loosely knit survivors showed up. . They weren't friends and were simply grouping up for as long as it was beneficial for each individual. I was nervous at first and fired some warning shots with my makarov. I realized that they weren't a threat and I got some blood from them.

Then all the sudden someone turned on us and started firing with his shotgun. He hit our leader (the guy with the biggest gun; in this case a Winchester) and a unarmed guy. The attacker broke his leg and our leader also took a shot to the leg too. Both sides healed up quickly from behind cover. This gave me a chance to get in good position. Our betrayer exposed himself as he tried to crawl around the corner for a kill. I opened up with the makarov and knocked him out. Then I finished him with a few headshots. Our party was nearly destroyed by a lone bandit in disguise. We healed up from the hospitals and headed out

[Zombie Jesus 723]

I want to play this map but have been busy the past week (saw it announced but never got a link for the download). Watched a video on the map and thought it felt right for Dayz, although I have never been too concerned with that aspect since I actually loved Lingor and Panthera.

[Dickhat 99]

Said this already and will say again.

Namalsk is the way DayZ should be played.

Those soundfiles are delicious.

[ramatakahn 38]

Map atmosphere is great. Not crazy about the low loot spawns and broken equipment though.

Edited October 25, 2012 by RamataKahn

[m.w. vindicator 880]

Map atmosphere is great. Not crazy about the low loot spawns and broken equipment though.

It is more difficult by design. I think DayZ will be a lot like this in the future. No more super markets full of food. (I am talking about Standalone. The mod is called DayZ mod).

I recommend it over any of the other maps.

This is a story thread though, not a Namalsk pros and cons thread

[m.w. vindicator 880]

I want to play this map but have been busy the past week (saw it announced but never got a link for the download). Watched a video on the map and thought it felt right for Dayz, although I have never been too concerned with that aspect since I actually loved Lingor and Panthera.

Same here. I have only played lingor and Chernarus before this map. I got DayZ commander so DLing it was super easy

[ramatakahn 38]

No more super markets full of food.

That doesn't make it more fun.

[m.w. vindicator 880]

That doesn't make it more fun.

And just because you have a opinion doesn't mean it is right.

[Angryofficer 89]

So far playing namalsk, I've been kos'd (or at least tried to be killed) except for one.

Story of the one time I wasn't kos'd: I saw a helicopter *mi-8*, and jokingly asked it to come down for me, giving it directions. It actually did. I hopped in, 1 guy was piloting (obviously) and one was riding in the co-pilot seat. The one riding in the co-pilot seat named matt is trying to find his friend and is giving directions to the pilot (prochickensoup). We land, matt runs off into the city to get his friend, and I go to check out a barn and a deerstand. I get myself a lee enfield, some food and drink and a couple heatpacks. We get back into the chopper and decide to head to a military base to look for weapons. Upon arrving there, we see another chopper, and a red hatchback. prochickensoup lets us out, so we loot the barracks and throw items into the hatchback. Prochicken lands near the other chopper and dies due to a glitch. He says he's gonna get off. Me, matt and his friend drive the hatchback up the hill to the next military area, get out and start looting. Matt and his friend die due to a hacker, and I randomly start bleeding so I log off. This happened about 2 hours ago or so.

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

I'm downloading it now after these comments sounds like a place i need to check out

[m.w. vindicator 880]

I had an AK47 and I was stalking a guy with a hatchet. He got lucky and I missed him at close range and the he knocked me out in one hit. Fail!!!

[leeds2007 22]

spawned managed to get to the apartments looted the hell out of the place got all the basics, alice pack and a gillie aswell. went adventuring south came across a heli cras picked up an m14 and a fal walked abit more. some guy tryed to stop and shoot at about 200m with a dmr.

i didnt know what was going on

layed on the floor behind some trees and he came closer

shot him with my fal took his dmr and forgot to take his mags as i hurd more shooting

seen a tall factory and started to climb the stairs up to the top while is 1st person looking at were the gunshots were coming from

get about 3 stories high

the stairs end and i fall to my death

moral of the story ... always look were your going

[thelonewarrior 886]

I have a story.

Spawned at the old hospital, hearing M4 shots straight away.

I find myself a winchester in the office building and head up to the crane to spot the guy shooting, I suspect he is shooting unarmed players as Ive seen 2 names come up and hear impact hits on flesh. I scope around and finnally see a guy laying on the roof of a building with the M4 shooting at a unarmed player. I stand up and aim at him, his head swivels around and looks at me, he was probably checking to see if anyone was on any rooftops without adjusting his aim.

He alt f4s and my bullet hits the ground where his head would have been, fucking coward

[joemiken 16]

I really like the map. It does have a much more intense feel than Chenarus, Lingor or any of the other maps. The little soundbites of the kids yelling and the woodpeckers that sound like Predator keep freaking me out though. I absolutely love that climate has a big effect on your character though. Heatpacks are actually relevant in this map. Tons of military loot, even if those towers are killing floors for anyone with a scoped sniper rifle.

My first experience, spawned west of Old Hospital, ran north to the land bridge and was promptly sniped by some goon in a bush w/ an M14. Yep, definitely playing a DayZ map.

I changed servers since it was getting dark and respawned outside the Chemical Factory. Ran away from the shore and found a helo crash. Grabbed an M14 w/ a ton of DMR mags, but also got slapped a ton by zombies (thank you annoying equipment animation). Kept running NW towards the dam and was to the point where I was passing out a lot and my vision was real blurry. Ended up walking off the bridge by the dam. :(

On respawn, I find I'm near Nemsk factory. I made the trek back to my body at the Dam and recovered my gear. The next logical route was to head north towards Vorkuta for food and drink. In Vorkita, I find an ALICE pack and some much needed food. As I'm walking around a building, I notice a bush wookie (user name: max) in the building, completely oblivious to my presence. Now, if this was Chenarus or maybe even Lingor, he would've been a dead man since I shoot first and ask questions later on servers that'll likely have noobs. Instead, I asked on side chat if he was friendly. I keep sweeping the city to stock up on food & drink and possibly find some winter clothing so I can traverse the mountains a little easier.

As I'm hopping from building to building, I hear the sound of vehicles entering town. Two yellow Urals roll through and stop at the supermarket on the north end of town. I see a number of people hop out and continue watching them from my rooftop perch through my M14. I ask if they're friendly...no answer. At this point, my plan is that if I don't get an answer or see them acting hostile is to shoot out the tires on the Urals and use my high vantage point to bring a little death to Vorkuta. After a minute or two though, someone types in side chat that yes, they're friendly. Still not totally convinced, I get down off the roof and make my way to a bush down the street from the Urals.

At this point, I can hear noises around me, but figured it was either zeds or just ambient noises. Instead, it's a guy standing right next to me (user name: Red Leader), completely oblivious to me. He finally notices me and I wait for the inevitable gun shot to the head, but it never comes. Amazing...TWO friendlies on one map? I work my way up to the wall right behind their Urals while Red Leader makes his way toward the buildings the Ural guys were currently combing through. At this point, I notice a third Ural behind one of the industrial buildings. I know they only came into town with 2, and this one had vehicle supplies in it and a half tank of gas. I come to realize that the guys that rolled up in the Urals probably aren't the only people here.

Suddenly, shots ring out from across the street and I see a couple people die. After about a minute, more shots ring out and two more die, including Red Leader. At this point, I seriously debate whether to climb the ladder right in front of me and try to kill the scumbags who had just killed a friendly. However, I have no idea where they are and how many there are. After sitting in the Ural for a few minutes, one of the Ural guys types in side chat that they killed the guys who killed one of the people in Vorkuta who had asked if they were friendly. Apparently, the Ural group was friendly, but the group that showed up in the Ural I was sitting in was definitely not. Not wanting to take any chances, I back the Ural up and split.

After driving around a bit, I find a survivor running through the wilderness outside Alakit. It was one of the friendlies that was shot earlier. I pick him up, drive around a bit before deciding to log off. I handed the Ural over to him (madhatter was his name I believe), wished him luck and watched him drive off towards Vorkuta.

[Askar 177]

Namalsk has too many weapons in my opinion. I would love to see a map as brutal as Namalsk, but with a very urban setting and far fewer weapons (at least the decent ones, I bump into an AKM every 5 feet, while shotguns and crossbows, which should be common, are extremely rare.)

That said, I do have a story to tell.

Yesterday, my first time in Namalsk, I wandered lost about the forested mountains in which I spawned for hours. My fading knowledge of the map from my ARMA II days left me with a need to explore and discover on my own all over again, so I had no idea where anything was. Eventually, I stumbled across another survivor, being chased by zombies. I killed the pursuing infected and proceeded to give the other survivor my backup hatchet, and thus a comradeship began. After walking through the wilderness and deserted compounds for an hour, we found a busted motorcycle. Over the next two hours, we fixed everything on the motorcycle, and only needed fuel. Failing to find any, we set out to trek across the map (unknown in size or dimension to us, almost everyone on the server was playing their first time on Namalsk) in hopes of finding a jerry can.

After a number of close calls, we made it to the old hospital, where we healed up and met a group of four poorly equipped survivors. Since we had an AK74 Kobra and an AKM on us, the other four decided to tag along with us for protection. Following this is a blur of searching and looting, finding nearly nothing, especially not a jerry can. Eventually, our group had snowballed into about ten people, half of which had assault rifles now. We were a formidable party, and we managed to all stay alive despite the scarcity of food and water through sharing. At one point, the entire group traded two water canteens around at a pond to quench their thirsts.

However, we grew complacent in our numbers. While walking down some forsaken road, someone in the back of the group shouted "Grenade!" I hit the dirt and began scanning for targets as the explosion deafened me, and as I did so a burst of M16 fire erupted from a rock formation ahead. I quickly began suppressing the shooter, and as I did so the guy laying next to me opened up as well. Someone with a shotgun was running forward, only to get taken down by a burst from two o'clock. Focusing on this new shooter who had foolishly stood up from his bush, I dropped him quickly with a burst from my AK74 Kobra. More fire from downrange, so I returned to suppressing the rock formation once I had reloaded. At some point, someone had gotten close enough to throw a frag up there, and after much cautious peering into the forest, everyone relaxed and began to check on the group's status. It was pretty bad. The grenade had outright killed one survivor, whilst injuring several others. Two had apparently bled to death from shrapnel, as I had seen them shooting during the engagement but hadn't seen them get hit. Two had been killed by assault rifle fire. Only one other survivor and myself had emerged unharmed, with three in various states of injury, but still alive.

Thanks to my extensive experience as a medic (just kidding, DayZ has a stupidly easy medical system) I managed to stabilise all three before they bled out, and proceeded to heal them as best I could with our limited medical supplies. In the end, only two were able to be healed to a sufficient degree. One had lost too much blood to remain conscious, and had a broken leg to boot. We didn't have any supplies left, so we dragged him. We dragged him at least a kilometer (or so it seemed, who can say), until we reached a large city. Hoping to find supplies to get us back on our feet, my original comrade and I entered the town to look for supplies, while the other two 'functional' members of the group stayed behind to defend our disabled companion. We scavenged for awhile, but found almost nothing. We met one friendly survivor in a supermarket, who gave us a spare morphine. Intending to go heal our companion's legs, we set out for the other group's last known position.

When we got there, we found two bodies, stripped of loot. I don't know what happened to the crippled man, as his body was missing and we couldn't see him anywhere nearby. On our own again, we decided to pursue our original goal: finding fuel for the motorcycle. And thus we went, searching throughout the barren wasteland. At some point we decided to climb the tallest mountain, in hopes of finding a fuel can. Instead, we found a compass and more mid-tier guns. We also found infections, and went back down the mountain half alive. Over the next thirty minutes, we searched fruitlessly for jerry cans, food, and water. The canteens had been lost with the second party at the town, and our food had been used up atop the mountain. Growing ever more desperate, we finally stumbled across another survivor. After a tense standoff, we determined everyone was friendly and began traveling together. It was obvious that this new member was a vulture, but we allowed him to stay. What else would distantly follow two dying men armed to the teeth? In some forsaken town nestled between two mountains, we finally found it. A jerry can, pristine, atop a building.

Our discovery brought no joy, however. We had been starving and dying of dehydration for quite some time now, in addition to our illness. Each at under 1500 blood, we knew it was over. Surrounding the area with smoke grenades, we placed our hard-won jerry can on the ground and stood next to it. Saluting till the end, we died. My comrade died first, toppling over as I stood at 500 blood. Shortly thereafter, I too, fell.

And that's it. Sorry for the long post, but I felt like sharing an experience that made me miss my lunch yesterday. I have another great one later that kept me up late into the night, but I'm running out of time and don't want to bog down the thread. Hope someone found it enjoyable, it's 100% accurate, at least from my limited viewpoint of events. I can't be sure what killed who or what everyone's intentions were, I just know what I saw. It was my first few hours back into DayZ after taking a 3 month break of disgust. Anyone have any similar experiences?

[mxmadman374 3]

Namalsk has too many weapons in my opinion. I would love to see a map as brutal as Namalsk, but with a very urban setting and far fewer weapons (at least the decent ones, I bump into an AKM every 5 feet, while shotguns and crossbows, which should be common, are extremely rare.)

That said, I do have a story to tell.

Yesterday, my first time in Namalsk, I wandered lost about the forested mountains in which I spawned for hours. My fading knowledge of the map from my ARMA II days left me with a need to explore and discover on my own all over again, so I had no idea where anything was. Eventually, I stumbled across another survivor, being chased by zombies. I killed the pursuing infected and proceeded to give the other survivor my backup hatchet, and thus a comradeship began. After walking through the wilderness and deserted compounds for an hour, we found a busted motorcycle. Over the next two hours, we fixed everything on the motorcycle, and only needed fuel. Failing to find any, we set out to trek across the map (unknown in size or dimension to us, almost everyone on the server was playing their first time on Namalsk) in hopes of finding a jerry can.

After a number of close calls, we made it to the old hospital, where we healed up and met a group of four poorly equipped survivors. Since we had an AK74 Kobra and an AKM on us, the other four decided to tag along with us for protection. Following this is a blur of searching and looting, finding nearly nothing, especially not a jerry can. Eventually, our group had snowballed into about ten people, half of which had assault rifles now. We were a formidable party, and we managed to all stay alive despite the scarcity of food and water through sharing. At one point, the entire group traded two water canteens around at a pond to quench their thirsts.

However, we grew complacent in our numbers. While walking down some forsaken road, someone in the back of the group shouted "Grenade!" I hit the dirt and began scanning for targets as the explosion deafened me, and as I did so a burst of M16 fire erupted from a rock formation ahead. I quickly began suppressing the shooter, and as I did so the guy laying next to me opened up as well. Someone with a shotgun was running forward, only to get taken down by a burst from two o'clock. Focusing on this new shooter who had foolishly stood up from his bush, I dropped him quickly with a burst from my AK74 Kobra. More fire from downrange, so I returned to suppressing the rock formation once I had reloaded. At some point, someone had gotten close enough to throw a frag up there, and after much cautious peering into the forest, everyone relaxed and began to check on the group's status. It was pretty bad. The grenade had outright killed one survivor, whilst injuring several others. Two had apparently bled to death from shrapnel, as I had seen them shooting during the engagement but hadn't seen them get hit. Two had been killed by assault rifle fire. Only one other survivor and myself had emerged unharmed, with three in various states of injury, but still alive.

Thanks to my extensive experience as a medic (just kidding, DayZ has a stupidly easy medical system) I managed to stabilise all three before they bled out, and proceeded to heal them as best I could with our limited medical supplies. In the end, only two were able to be healed to a sufficient degree. One had lost too much blood to remain conscious, and had a broken leg to boot. We didn't have any supplies left, so we dragged him. We dragged him at least a kilometer (or so it seemed, who can say), until we reached a large city. Hoping to find supplies to get us back on our feet, my original comrade and I entered the town to look for supplies, while the other two 'functional' members of the group stayed behind to defend our disabled companion. We scavenged for awhile, but found almost nothing. We met one friendly survivor in a supermarket, who gave us a spare morphine. Intending to go heal our companion's legs, we set out for the other group's last known position.

When we got there, we found two bodies, stripped of loot. I don't know what happened to the crippled man, as his body was missing and we couldn't see him anywhere nearby. On our own again, we decided to pursue our original goal: finding fuel for the motorcycle. And thus we went, searching throughout the barren wasteland. At some point we decided to climb the tallest mountain, in hopes of finding a fuel can. Instead, we found a compass and more mid-tier guns. We also found infections, and went back down the mountain half alive. Over the next thirty minutes, we searched fruitlessly for jerry cans, food, and water. The canteens had been lost with the second party at the town, and our food had been used up atop the mountain. Growing ever more desperate, we finally stumbled across another survivor. After a tense standoff, we determined everyone was friendly and began traveling together. It was obvious that this new member was a vulture, but we allowed him to stay. What else would distantly follow two dying men armed to the teeth? In some forsaken town nestled between two mountains, we finally found it. A jerry can, pristine, atop a building.

Our discovery brought no joy, however. We had been starving and dying of dehydration for quite some time now, in addition to our illness. Each at under 1500 blood, we knew it was over. Surrounding the area with smoke grenades, we placed our hard-won jerry can on the ground and stood next to it. Saluting till the end, we died. My comrade died first, toppling over as I stood at 500 blood. Shortly thereafter, I too, fell.

And that's it. Sorry for the long post, but I felt like sharing an experience that made me miss my lunch yesterday. I have another great one later that kept me up late into the night, but I'm running out of time and don't want to bog down the thread. Hope someone found it enjoyable, it's 100% accurate, at least from my limited viewpoint of events. I can't be sure what killed who or what everyone's intentions were, I just know what I saw. It was my first few hours back into DayZ after taking a 3 month break of disgust. Anyone have any similar experiences?

I really enjoyed this story, and its probably the best i've read on my short time lurking these forums. Good content presented in a well worded and engrossing manner.

I needed a reason to create an account, and this was it. I look forward to the next story if you decide to write it.

[m.w. vindicator 880]

Namalsk has too many weapons in my opinion. I would love to see a map as brutal as Namalsk, but with a very urban setting and far fewer weapons (at least the decent ones, I bump into an AKM every 5 feet, while shotguns and crossbows, which should be common, are extremely rare.)

That said, I do have a story to tell.

Yesterday, my first time in Namalsk, I wandered lost about the forested mountains in which I spawned for hours. My fading knowledge of the map from my ARMA II days left me with a need to explore and discover on my own all over again, so I had no idea where anything was. Eventually, I stumbled across another survivor, being chased by zombies. I killed the pursuing infected and proceeded to give the other survivor my backup hatchet, and thus a comradeship began. After walking through the wilderness and deserted compounds for an hour, we found a busted motorcycle. Over the next two hours, we fixed everything on the motorcycle, and only needed fuel. Failing to find any, we set out to trek across the map (unknown in size or dimension to us, almost everyone on the server was playing their first time on Namalsk) in hopes of finding a jerry can.

After a number of close calls, we made it to the old hospital, where we healed up and met a group of four poorly equipped survivors. Since we had an AK74 Kobra and an AKM on us, the other four decided to tag along with us for protection. Following this is a blur of searching and looting, finding nearly nothing, especially not a jerry can. Eventually, our group had snowballed into about ten people, half of which had assault rifles now. We were a formidable party, and we managed to all stay alive despite the scarcity of food and water through sharing. At one point, the entire group traded two water canteens around at a pond to quench their thirsts.

However, we grew complacent in our numbers. While walking down some forsaken road, someone in the back of the group shouted "Grenade!" I hit the dirt and began scanning for targets as the explosion deafened me, and as I did so a burst of M16 fire erupted from a rock formation ahead. I quickly began suppressing the shooter, and as I did so the guy laying next to me opened up as well. Someone with a shotgun was running forward, only to get taken down by a burst from two o'clock. Focusing on this new shooter who had foolishly stood up from his bush, I dropped him quickly with a burst from my AK74 Kobra. More fire from downrange, so I returned to suppressing the rock formation once I had reloaded. At some point, someone had gotten close enough to throw a frag up there, and after much cautious peering into the forest, everyone relaxed and began to check on the group's status. It was pretty bad. The grenade had outright killed one survivor, whilst injuring several others. Two had apparently bled to death from shrapnel, as I had seen them shooting during the engagement but hadn't seen them get hit. Two had been killed by assault rifle fire. Only one other survivor and myself had emerged unharmed, with three in various states of injury, but still alive.

Thanks to my extensive experience as a medic (just kidding, DayZ has a stupidly easy medical system) I managed to stabilise all three before they bled out, and proceeded to heal them as best I could with our limited medical supplies. In the end, only two were able to be healed to a sufficient degree. One had lost too much blood to remain conscious, and had a broken leg to boot. We didn't have any supplies left, so we dragged him. We dragged him at least a kilometer (or so it seemed, who can say), until we reached a large city. Hoping to find supplies to get us back on our feet, my original comrade and I entered the town to look for supplies, while the other two 'functional' members of the group stayed behind to defend our disabled companion. We scavenged for awhile, but found almost nothing. We met one friendly survivor in a supermarket, who gave us a spare morphine. Intending to go heal our companion's legs, we set out for the other group's last known position.

When we got there, we found two bodies, stripped of loot. I don't know what happened to the crippled man, as his body was missing and we couldn't see him anywhere nearby. On our own again, we decided to pursue our original goal: finding fuel for the motorcycle. And thus we went, searching throughout the barren wasteland. At some point we decided to climb the tallest mountain, in hopes of finding a fuel can. Instead, we found a compass and more mid-tier guns. We also found infections, and went back down the mountain half alive. Over the next thirty minutes, we searched fruitlessly for jerry cans, food, and water. The canteens had been lost with the second party at the town, and our food had been used up atop the mountain. Growing ever more desperate, we finally stumbled across another survivor. After a tense standoff, we determined everyone was friendly and began traveling together. It was obvious that this new member was a vulture, but we allowed him to stay. What else would distantly follow two dying men armed to the teeth? In some forsaken town nestled between two mountains, we finally found it. A jerry can, pristine, atop a building.

Our discovery brought no joy, however. We had been starving and dying of dehydration for quite some time now, in addition to our illness. Each at under 1500 blood, we knew it was over. Surrounding the area with smoke grenades, we placed our hard-won jerry can on the ground and stood next to it. Saluting till the end, we died. My comrade died first, toppling over as I stood at 500 blood. Shortly thereafter, I too, fell.

And that's it. Sorry for the long post, but I felt like sharing an experience that made me miss my lunch yesterday. I have another great one later that kept me up late into the night, but I'm running out of time and don't want to bog down the thread. Hope someone found it enjoyable, it's 100% accurate, at least from my limited viewpoint of events. I can't be sure what killed who or what everyone's intentions were, I just know what I saw. It was my first few hours back into DayZ after taking a 3 month break of disgust. Anyone have any similar experiences?

Great story. IT is a story thread. You seem like a good player! I have been playing a while but I am not the best PvPer. I am best at medium ranges with assualt rifles and snipers. I love the Draganov and all AK variants. If you want to team up send me a PM. I will love to join you. I am not a evil bandit either but sometimes I get a little blood thristy.

[SkrooLoose (DayZ) 143]

It's my favorite map. Imo it still needs a bit of tweaking, though.

Canned food being rare; sure, no problem as long as you have other options to sustain yourself. I died after a few hours of game play yesterday because I starved to death... with a backpack full of raw meat. Canned food and matches were no where to be found. It seemed about 95% of the areas I came in to had flammable barrels scattered everywhere... yet none could be lit on fire.

[Askar 177]

Glad people liked my story, I didn't expect it to be half as well received. The only other thing I can think of worth writing about wouldn't be as interesting, but I may get around to it sometime tonight when I have more time.

It's my favorite map. Imo it still needs a bit of tweaking, though.

Canned food being rare; sure, no problem as long as you have other options to sustain yourself. I died after a few hours of game play yesterday because I starved to death... with a backpack full of raw meat. Canned food and matches were no where to be found. It seemed about 95% of the areas I came in to had flammable barrels scattered everywhere... yet none could be lit on fire.

I rather like how rare food and water are. I wish that scarcity extended to weapons as well, at least to automatic or powerful weapons. I'd rather see almost everyone walking around with double barrels and crossbows instead of the AKMs and up that seem commonplace on Namalsk. The scarcity of water and food is rather compelling in my opinion. I would have gladly traded my AK74 Kobra for a water canteent or a box or matches had I the chance, and I like that the map made me that desperate.

If it weren't so impossible to survive, you wouldn't have too many great stories coming out of the map. It'd all be the same old tales of KOS and alt-F4ing that we hear so much from Chernarus, instead of the occasionally engaging story tossed into the mix.

[mxmadman374 3]

Glad people liked my story, I didn't expect it to be half as well received. The only other thing I can think of worth writing about wouldn't be as interesting, but I may get around to it sometime tonight when I have more time.

I rather like how rare food and water are. I wish that scarcity extended to weapons as well, at least to automatic or powerful weapons. I'd rather see almost everyone walking around with double barrels and crossbows instead of the AKMs and up that seem commonplace on Namalsk. The scarcity of water and food is rather compelling in my opinion. I would have gladly traded my AK74 Kobra for a water canteent or a box or matches had I the chance, and I like that the map made me that desperate.

If it weren't so impossible to survive, you wouldn't have too many great stories coming out of the map. It'd all be the same old tales of KOS and alt-F4ing that we hear so much from Chernarus, instead of the occasionally engaging story tossed into the mix.

I think it has a lot to do with the fact that food, water, and warmth are all time sensitive. If you don't acquire them within a certain amount of time, you die.

Since they are all in short supply compared to chernarus, they take priority over guns and vehicles because they are not time sensitive or necessary for survival.

deadlines create urgency, and urgency leads to suspenseful game play. suspense is a good thing in any game, but even more so in day z than most other titles.

At any rate this thread makes me want to try the map badly.

[m.w. vindicator 880]

Conclusion so far.

lack or food/drinks = suspense

suspense = good!