DAYZ CHRONICLES - User Initiated Fiction Thread

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I suggested this a few weeks back as I felt I couldn't really 'add' any literacy based 'fan art' to this forum as it doesn't really fit the criteria.

Could we get a stickied tHhread going for fiction?

I know it's not to everyone's liking, but there are a few of us out there that would like to add some fiction if possible?

"Badly written, self indulgent, teen horror..." as someone described it in opposition, will not be the focus of the day - as far as I am concerned anyway.

I hope to do this mod and community justice with some mature, rich and hopefully entertaining fiction.

If it's in a single thread, then those who wish to avoid it can.

Cheers.

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Bump...

[Ravenspear 22]

This does seem like an interesting idea. Mind you, I'm not really one for so-called 'fanfiction', but I do enjoy writing a good deal, and a large part of what someone writes is affected by what they read. Stories in the DayZ world seem like they could be quite interesting.

-Just a Writer

-Raven

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Excellent. Good to see some support.

I'm always cautious when I see fan fiction too, but hopefully we will see a varied, rich and creative wealth of texts here.

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Well, I really couldn't help but laugh slightly at that. I'm sure that the varied, rich, and creative texts of DayZ writings may exist somewhere out there, but... I fear that the majority of users on this forum may not ever be able to experience them to their full extent, either because of their own personal leanings on the subject, or due to some other... issues.

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I perceive your insinuation and giggle along with you...

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Ah, the subtle insinuations that perpetually lead to inane bouts of smug satisfaction, punctuated by the soft giggles of those that understand.

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We doth jest dear friend.

Let us jest no more, lest the throngs be perturbed by our frivolity.

[Courier (DayZ) 10]

I write.

I'd like to see this.

It'd take seconds to make a "Creative" sub forum.

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Got One!

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Your writing is phenomenal Courier.

Yours was the inspiration for this suggestion.

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Yo~ Wrote something up quickly...

Just tell me what you think, and if it's worth continuing... it only took me about ten minutes.

The sun was high in the sky before the man even dared to peek out the shattered window, his weary, bloodshot eyes scanning the horizon fearfully. The house was barely in one piece, the faded wallpaper peeling off the walls, rotted windows vainly attempting to contain their last few fractured pieces of glass. He glanced around once more, then crawled back into the living room, the one room without a window to the outside. There, he opened his small pack, checking over his few meager supplies. A can of beans, two cans of soda. A water bottle, but it was empty. His pockets didn't hold much else, just two mags for the small pistol he had found in the drawer upstairs. Apparently, someone had felt the need for a little personal protection. Whoever had owned it originally, however, was most likely long gone, after the infection that had blanketed the country. His gun however, was still functioning, mostly. The slide had needed a little makeshift repair, but fortunately, it had been easy enough, even with the survivor's scant few resources. He checked the chamber, then the mag, sliding it out and counting the bullets in it for the third time in so many minutes. Still seven. There had been seven for a while now.

With a tired sigh, he slid his pack onto his shoulder again, making sure it was tight and that the contents didn't jangle when he shook it. Then, with a final check to his weapon, he crept to the back door, pulling it open slowly so that the rusted hinges wouldn't squeak and give him away. His nervous eyes darted around, checking the surrounding area once, twice, then three times before he dared to step outside, hugging the edge of the house tightly as he slid along. He peered around the corner with one eye, ears straining to hear the sounds of anything besides the breeze blowing through the tall, unkempt grass. He hopped a rickety fence, feet landing quietly in the soft dirt as he darted along, sticking close to the buildings, hugging the solid protection they provided. His pistol was held loosely had his side, pointed at the ground. As his father had told him long ago. "Don't ever point a gun at something you don't mean to shoot." Well, there was a lot to shoot nowadays, but still, better to hide and not shoot at all, than waste the precious few bullets that he had left. He checked his watch, which he kept carefully wound at all times. It wouldn't do to lose track of time now. Nearly ten o'clock now.

He reached the last house in the small village, his back pressed up tight against the wall as he peered out one last time. Still nothing. Perhaps he was lucky today. Allowing himself a small smile, he sped out in a low crouch, keeping low to the ground, sticking to the high grass as much as he could as she made a break for the tree line. It wasn't until he was surrounded by the shade and the soft rustle of leaves overhead that he sighed in relief, turning around to see if his flight had disturbed anything of a less than savory nature. Only one small movement could be seen, off in the distance, the slow, shambling gait of one of the infected. He watched it for a few minutes, then shook his head. It hadn't seen him. With another sigh, he turned and headed off into the woods, picking his way deeper into the forest. Perhaps he could reach Vybor in a few hours...

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Really could start, well worth continuing!

Your character was very believable and I really felt soul very early in. That's a difficult skill.

Let's call THIS our dedicated thread eh?

We, and others, can contribute here just fine right?

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xD As I said, it was just something I whipped up in ten minutes because I was bored in class.

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http://dayzmod.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=28195