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ANOTHER DayZ Short Story: The Bambi Rescue Crew Part 1: The Intro

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​Based on a true event. Only the names, locations, and equipment were changed for fictitious purpose.

Part 1 of a 2+ part story

We didn't share histories, identities, even names. We all went by little nicks, and we were okay with it. Personally, I was Jaxcknife. I thought it sounded pretty cool, but Bowie, Pocket, and K-Bar disagreed. Whatever.

I was the straight man in our operation. Bowie was the catcher's mitt in case the proverbial shit hit the fan. He'd saved my life countless times. Then came K-Bar, who was our demolitions expert and argument settler. He wasn't afraid of anything. Pocket, the sniper, missed even less often than he talked, which was never.

We liked to hang out near Radcliff, especially after the zombie threat sort of died down, but recently some pricks calling themselves the "First Socialist Party of Unification" had taken to ghillie suits and automatic firearms, itching their trigger fingers in every direction. They didn't (couldn't?) tell the difference between a living soul and a zombie.

Close to sun-up, Bowie and I made a trip into the edge of the city, to see if a Home Depot we'd been casing for the last few nights was any good, when something peculiar happened. Pocket sat on the hill south-east of town with a Ruger 700. There was a homemade suppressor at the end of his barrel made of an industrial aerosol can that made his gun look like a clown. Bowie had a sporting shotgun, some kind of Winchester, and K-Bar was off doing his own lone-wolf thing.

Bowie and I pulled the non-operational automatic doors open with a crowbar (it had rusted and jammed). He went in first, shotgun raised. As if our luck had finally reached the top of the roller coaster, the first room we entered was empty of people, dead, live, or other. "Check the counter for keys. I'll go for the supply room," Bowie instructed before stalking off.

I went to the rows of cashier stations and started checking for keys or passcards. The only thing I found was a still-wrapped Butter Fingers, king-sized. It was the greatest dam moment of my life, since my life went to hell.

I put my 1911 in my waistband and started eating. In the dusty, heavy silence of the post-apocalypse store, each crunch was a million decibels of ecstasy-level joy...

...until someone went and knocked a bunch of empty cans around.

I dropped the candy bar and ducked below the counter. Was it Bowie, or a Socialist? "Hello? Are ye friendly mate?"

"Y-you know the l-l-last guy t-that asked me t-that s-shot my b-b-best f-friend in the b-b-back."

"Oi? Well, that's a right bloody shame. Sorry to hear that, man. But I'm not like that, I assure you."

Bowie, Jaxc, we've got a car eastbound into Radcliff near you. It's got a really crappy camo spray-paint. Vanity plate says "ZOMB." Please respond.

My radio clicked on and off. I pulled the black rectangle from my pocket. "I read you loud and clear. Keep your monocle on it. RTB, out." It put the radio back down, and slowly drew my pistol. "Alright, sir? I need you stay calm. I'm going to pull my gun out and exit the store with a friend. We don't want any trouble. Alright?"

Then I heard running, trip-crashing, and more running. "Fuck..." I keyed the radio back on. "Bowie? We've got a runner, going your way. I spooked him. We've got Socialist inbound. Your call, man."

"I'd say the bambi you just scared was fucked... aw hell, let's go take care of it."

As so there I was, with chocolate smeared all over my mouth and lower face, about to face a van full of Stalin-wannabe gun nuts, probably armed to the teeth, to go save the ass of some poor guy.

The bambi rescue squad.

It's what we do.

---end of part 1---

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If you enjoyed, please read some other short stories while Part 2 is developed. I also make techno music, and would appreciate some traffic on my channel. When the SA is released, I will need some good writers, voice actors, and players to help me put together a couple 3-10 episode machinima short stories.

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http://dayzmod.com/forum/index.php?/topic/131805-2-years-to-dayz/

http://dayzmod.com/forum/index.php?/topic/131699-another-dayz-short-story-the-foreigners-part-1/

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I enjoyed that, the bambi reminds me of well me on my first day playing , my first meet with someone i legged it kinda spooked me meeting someone(mainly because i wasn't too sure what would happen).

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Stopped reading after the word 'bambi'. It was pretty good up to that though.

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Stopped reading after the word 'bambi'. It was pretty good up to that though.

If you don't have anything nonsarcastically nice to say, don't say anything at all. :)

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Sounds pretty good, but I would say call them something other that "bambi's". It just sounds out of place.

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Sounds pretty good, but I would say call them something other that "bambi's". It just sounds out of place.

The people in the story call them "Bambis" because deer are very easy to frighten. The people this story are based on (me and some friends I met) called bandits Scars (like, "Oh shit there's a Scar in the firestation") as a reference to the Lion King. We called the Heroes something to do with the Little Mermaid, I think. I don't remember what it was.

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NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN

Your German words would go great in my other short stories...

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Your German words would go great in my other short stories...

I DO NOT APPROVE THE USE OF THE WORD BAMBI! THIS STORY IS INVALID AND MUST BE ELIMINATED!

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I DO NOT APPROVE THE USE OF THE WORD BAMBI! THIS STORY IS INVALID AND MUST BE ELIMINATED!

But the person in the story is frightened, and behaves like a deer in headlights. I thought Bambi was quite fitting, and also one of the few things not changed from the original in-DayZ story.

If it'd please you, why don't you replace every "Bambi" with "Charleston Jr. The 3rd" while you're reading?

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But the person in the story is frightened, and behaves like a deer in headlights. I thought Bambi was quite fitting, and also one of the few things not changed from the original in-DayZ story.

If it'd please you, why don't you replace every "Bambi" with "Charleston Jr. The 3rd" while you're reading?

bembi is uezd 4 da sielly peepl n stuphz

and is fur non keel peoplz lik dat 1 gui who sez it elot lolz

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bembi is uezd 4 da sielly peepl n stuphz

and is fur non keel peoplz lik dat 1 gui who sez it elot lolz

I use "Bambi" for frightened, new players. And you know what? "SWAG" was originally used for "Stuff We all Get [at conventions]" but look at how popular its new use is. If pop culture can fuck up a perfectly good acronym, I can repurpose something too.

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Personally, I was Jaxcknife. I thought it sounded pretty cool..

How does it actually sound, in comparison to Jackknife or Jacksknife? Jaks'kknife? Jackson-Knife? honest curiosity here, i already always wondered how you prnounce your forum name..

as for the story, i read until the "socialist unification gun-toting bandits", which basically broke it for me.. it might work though if your target audience is the Fox News/Rush Limbaugh crowd..

about to face a van full of Stalin-wannabe gun nuts, probably armed to the teeth, to go save the ass of some poor guy.

Stalin wasnt a socialist. He devised his own rhetoric by heavily distorting Marxist rhetorics, twisting communist ideas beyond recognition, and creating a totalitarian regime, not really unlike its fascist counterpart in Germany. A good example of socialist communites are the agricultural cooperatives in Africa and Southern America, and the Kibbutzim in Israel.

I use "Bambi" for frightened, new players.

You watch too much 'Scrubs'

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How does it actually sound, in comparison to Jackknife or Jacksknife? Jaks'kknife? Jackson-Knife? honest curiosity here, i already always wondered how you prnounce your forum name..

as for the story, i read until the "socialist unification gun-toting bandits", which basically broke it for me.. it might work though if your target audience is the Fox News/Rush Limbaugh crowd..

Stalin wasnt a socialist. He devised his own rhetoric by heavily distorting Marxist rhetorics, twisting communist ideas beyond recognition, and creating a totalitarian regime, not really unlike its fascist counterpart in Germany. A good example of socialist communites are the agricultural cooperatives in Africa and Southern America, and the Kibbutzim in Israel.

You watch too much 'Scrubs'

I don't watch Scrubs. Not for at least 2 years now.

The character in the story isn't a history/economy buff; he's an average joe that just happens to be surviving the apocalypse. I wasn't targeting any specific audiences; I was writing as my character; it's a fictional story.

As far as "Jaxcknife" goes, it's pronounced like "Jack's Knife"

And my pseudonym is pronounced "Apple-jacks," like the cereal.

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