My first kills

[Ephringael 3]

For the first few weeks of play, I was frantic, and was killed several times, dying spectacular deaths in an all out race for my life. Perhaps I'll share those stories sometime in the future, but this is about my kills. Specifically my first two, that pushed me over the edge, from a friendly player, to what I am today.

I remained a 'good person' for as long as I could hold out. I honestly tried to retain my humanity in a world where the innocent are at the bottom of the food chain. I thought I could beat the odds, be a shining beacon of morality in a world wrought with violence. I even started a small initiative, helping out those in need. The main force numbered three, with two auxilary members, and a final trustworthy 'associate'. We would gather medical supplies, drinks and food, and supply those in need at deaddrops, or meeting points.

I was playing late night, clad in a ghullie suit, armed with a lee einfield and night vision goggles, on my last run through elektro before I retired for the night. I was on looting what remained of the diner across the street from the grocer, when I heard a gunshot directly outside. I stopped at the stairs, and aimed my rifle at the entrance. Two more gunshots, then the source of the gunfire entered. I fired off a shot aimed at his leg, and told him to get out of here, head to the hospital and patch himself up, that I would be gone by the time he got back. He however, appealed to my sense of dignity, I felt responsible for his survival at this point, having shot him. I agreed to be his eyes, so he could get some food, and a pistol. I felt rather safe in the darkness, knowing full well I could see him, but he would have trouble seeing me. I guided him to a can of food, and a makarov, which he immediatly drew and fired frantically all around him, striking me twice in the arm. I calmly fired a round into him, and applied a bandage to my wound as the dead started pouring in. As they finished off the fool who fired upon me, I snuck out of the building, and left to my tent.

I felt bad, but was justified in self defense, and it remained that way for quite some time. I continued on my path, attempting to help those in need, until it all came down around me.

I was forced out of a supply run in cherno, managed only to get a few drinks. I started to make my way north, less rewards where I was headed, but far less risk. When I arrived at my destination, I found it odd. There were no dead around. Nothing in the houses, stores, or police station. It was just... empty. I frantically covered the entire town, desprately searching for food. Still I found nothing. I knew I had to go back, and take my chances at Cherno. On my way back, I encoutnered a corpse in a small village. It was a godsend. A can of beans, just enough to keep me going. There was a catch, someone was approaching. I turned at the sound of footsteps, raised my pistol, and fired at them. They shouted friendly, I noticed they were unarmed, and ceased fire. I should have just taken the beans and got out, for as I backed off, he ran to the body and began looting it. I couldn't let him take my only chance for survival. After reloading, I took careful aim, and put a bullet into the back of his head. One clean round, and a mans life, all for a can of food.

After that moment, I felt something inside of me. Slowly, I've become more aggressive, actively looking for engagments, it wasn't the can of food... it was the kill. Shooting that helpless man in the back was... exciting.

I can no longer believe myself to be anything more, than a simple murderer.

[EdgarFriendly 80]

Bandit life for you it seems.

[Steak and Potatoes 13480]

Congrats you have lost your soul there is no turning back

[trunkz jr 61]

Lee enfield + NVG now thats your ghetto meets tech setup XD

[nox81 28]

Edited Post: nevermind, should make my own thread

Edited March 24, 2013 by BenjamK