DayZ Myths

[smore98 225]

We all heard of the mystic and cursed Green Mountain.

The mythical mountain men of Gillie Monsters.

The super-natural element and bad luck of the Dew.

However, DayZ is filled with mystics and tales of sizable and proportional events that send the chills down players spines. I decided to devote a topic specifically for the share of players experiences of the supernatural world of DayZ.

I'll start the topic off.

I traveled down the edge of the hill, watching my step as I observed the town of Khelm. The dirty and grimy binoculars magnified the dirt on the lenses, but I had a decent enough view to see the inside of the town. It was infested, just like the rest, but for such a small town, the numbers where diminished greatly compared to Berenzino. A friend of mine had radioed me the coordinates and the map I had directed me here. Why he decided us to meet in the secluded time, I will never be certain. I checked the ammo in my revolver and my newly discovered AK. I checked my bags to see if I had proper medical supplies and consumables to last, which I did. After a thorough check, I entered the town, keeping my eyes on the woods and streets.

I avoided the temptation to loot any buildings around Khelm, and decided to keep going. He was waiting for me at the north edge of the town, and by the sound of his voice, he sounded as if he were in distress. I decided to keep my mind-set on getting to him and see what the situation was.

As I neared the rendezvous point, I noticed a severe lack of zombies compared to what I saw on the nearby hill while I was observing Khelm. It was as if they all ran off for another area, or was dispersed by something, which was unlike what they were supposed to do. I decided that it was simply a stroke of luck and kept moving, but still kept the quiet environment in check. For all I knew, they were chasing my friend up the hill with his pants down.

As soon as I reached the area where we were to meet, I smelled a awful, foul smell pierced my nose as I wandered close to a nearby building. I pinched my nose a looked around the corner.

I nearly threw up as I saw the mangled bod of my comrade splayed against the wall, as if crucified from the iron stakes that were penetrated into the rocks aged interior. A horrid view for any survivor, especially one with compassion. I was just about ready to leave when I heard him yell and scream at the top of his lungs. I stared at his convulsing body and at his sunken eyes, which held only a black void to be seen. No sane human could preform such sane act, if not even some zombie...

Right at that moment, I sensed a presence behind me. I turned around, aiming my AK at the figure in front of me. He looked awfully familiar. I looked at my mate, still screaming his heart out on that wall, then back to the figure. He wore the same cloths. As he raised his head, he had a decayed face, caked in blood and bone, staring at me with souless eyes, both blank and discolored. He looked like a zombie, but had the sophistication of movement as a man. He walked towards me, still shakily aiming the AK at his head. He looked at me, almost through me, as if I were a transparent figure, and whispered 3 words.

"Welcome to Khelm."

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

Bruised battered I washed ashore in a town called Kamenka. Ran for about 2k up the road and saw a blue hippie van parked on the side of the road with a metallica bumper sticker Hall and Oates dreams come true blasting out the speakers. Confused and weary I staggered closer and saw a tall handsome man exit the driver side and run his fingers through his red wavy curls like a young Julia Roberts from pretty woman with a kiss of sun tint.

Who is this man? My eyes began to tear up and I fell to my knees covering my face. The beauty poured onto me like looking Jesus in the eyes after resurrection whilst singing Celine Dion, My heart will go on. He gently lifted my hands from my eyes, his blue plaid shirt reminded me of home made chicken pot pies and his leather vest of a french man in german porn. He whispered softly in my ear go easy young survivor I can be your hero.

His presence poured over me as I regained my balance, he seemed to lift me with ease. "Nice moustache Musty man" his words pierced my heart, he knew I was musty. He ladied me into his van like a gentleman and we rode off into the sunset like thelma and louise fresh on the drop top, looking for pubs and tranny zombies. As night approached we pulled over in a town called Staroye and pitched a tent in more than one way.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of sweet birds as they were fluttering over my tent like I was snow white. I rolled over in the sleeping bag and felt no one next to me, only a bunched up piece of paper. I unwrapped the paper as my heart sank into my chest, reading its every letter, pulling my breath and softly whispering Hetstaine.

Edited March 16, 2013 by Steak and Potatoes

[OrLoK 16188]

Hello there

Yup, that was truly terrifying.

And slightly arousing.

Rgds

L

[Katana67 2907]

Solid story.

Is there not a Day Z Urban Legends thread already?

[leviski 2152]

Omnomnomnom

And I liked it, made me quiver

unlike Orlok however I did not find this arousing

Edited March 16, 2013 by leviski

[leviski 2152]

Solid story.

Is there not a Day Z Urban Legends thread already?

dammit katana

[Pandema 352]

And slightly arousing.

And now we know what Orlok is into

[smore98 225]

Solid story.

Is there not a Day Z Urban Legends thread already?

I find myths to conclude more of a CreepyPasta extravaganza to me. That was the purpose of this article in my opinion.

[mr_chabowski@live.co.uk 2416]

dammit katana

:o

Spree ended.

Time for a new gimmick. This one's dead.

[Dreams_Of_Cheese (DayZ) 71]

I spawned with a map and beelined to NWAF and got sniped by a magic bush sniper.

[Josh225 129]

pulling my breath and softly whispering Hetstaine.

My sides.....

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

My sides.....

Your kiss is on my list

[MissSweeney 105]

Bruised battered I washed ashore in a town called Kamenka. Ran for about 2k up the road and saw a blue hippie van parked on the side of the road with a metallica bumper sticker Hall and Oates dreams come true blasting out the speakers. Confused and weary I staggered closer and saw a tall handsome man exit the driver side and run his fingers through his red wavy curls like a young Julia Roberts from pretty woman with a kiss of sun tint.

Who is this man? My eyes began to tear up and I fell to my knees covering my face. The beauty poured onto me like looking Jesus in the eyes after resurrection whilst singing Celine Dion, My heart will go on. He gently lifted my hands from my eyes, his blue plaid shirt reminded me of home made chicken pot pies and his leather vest of a french man in german porn. He whispered softly in my ear go easy young survivor I can be your hero.

His presence poured over me as I regained my balance, he seemed to lift me with ease. "Nice moustache Musty man" his words pierced my heart, he knew I was musty. He ladied me into his van like a gentleman and we rode off into the sunset like thelma and louise fresh on the drop top, looking for pubs and tranny zombies. As night approached we pulled over in a town called Staroye and pitched a tent in more than one way.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of sweet birds as they were fluttering over my tent like I was snow white. I rolled over in the sleeping bag and felt no one next to me, only a bunched up piece of paper. I unwrapped the paper as my heart sank into my chest, reading its every letter, pulling my breath and softly whispering Hetstaine.

There are so many things I want to say right now, but... I'm just still kinda dazed after reading this.

[The Bean Marine 29]

Stories these DayZ.

[rabidgerbil 80]

Bruised battered I washed ashore in a town called Kamenka. Ran for about 2k up the road and saw a blue hippie van parked on the side of the road with a metallica bumper sticker Hall and Oates dreams come true blasting out the speakers. Confused and weary I staggered closer and saw a tall handsome man exit the driver side and run his fingers through his red wavy curls like a young Julia Roberts from pretty woman with a kiss of sun tint.

Who is this man? My eyes began to tear up and I fell to my knees covering my face. The beauty poured onto me like looking Jesus in the eyes after resurrection whilst singing Celine Dion, My heart will go on. He gently lifted my hands from my eyes, his blue plaid shirt reminded me of home made chicken pot pies and his leather vest of a french man in german porn. He whispered softly in my ear go easy young survivor I can be your hero.

His presence poured over me as I regained my balance, he seemed to lift me with ease. "Nice moustache Musty man" his words pierced my heart, he knew I was musty. He ladied me into his van like a gentleman and we rode off into the sunset like thelma and louise fresh on the drop top, looking for pubs and tranny zombies. As night approached we pulled over in a town called Staroye and pitched a tent in more than one way.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of sweet birds as they were fluttering over my tent like I was snow white. I rolled over in the sleeping bag and felt no one next to me, only a bunched up piece of paper. I unwrapped the paper as my heart sank into my chest, reading its every letter, pulling my breath and softly whispering Hetstaine.

Better love story than Twilight. Will there be more chapters to this amazing story

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

Better love story than Twilight. Will there be more chapters to this amazing story

But of course.

[Katana67 2907]

I find myths to conclude more of a CreepyPasta extravaganza to me. That was the purpose of this article in my opinion.

Conclude or include? Confused...

CreepyPasta incorporates elements of Urban Legends, you should check out the Urban Legends thread here. It's got some good stuff.

[Hetstaine 10852]

'twas the pot pie shirt that stole his Musty.

[The Stoned Wolf 491]

I spawned... and a little southern kid with a mic began to call me stupid! I nearly died just hearing the it!

Edited March 18, 2013 by Mickusey

[Hetstaine 10852]

The sun shone bright and doves were released..

[Ziliphade 20]

I had commited my first murder since the outbreak, he gave be a blood transfusion, and even gave me a water bottle when I was on the brink of death because of dehydration, but.. he had everything I could ever dream of, right in front of me, and he already trusted me, and I just sank the hatchet I stealthily retrieved from the tent just behind him, right into his legs, to stun him, and then one more in the skull and it was over, I had it all, sniper rifles of many flavors, and enough food and water to stay away from towns for 5 days real time, and then I heard it... I heard a song, "It's raining... It's pouring... The old man is snoring..." Terrified out of my mind at how clear the quality of it was and how close it was, by the time I turned around the song had finished it's second verse. "The old man is snoring.. He went to bed... and bumped his head" And as that verse passed I saw his face, and right as I saw it he disappeared, but the song was still going and right as it reached it's last verse, "And be couldn't get up in the morning" he buried a hatchet into my back, and I died on impact as the last word of the song was sung.

I would later learn this.. things name was Jason, and that he is always watching. every server, every minute, he is watching, and he remains in power, to teach everyone a valuable lesson about integrity and friendship... or else.