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Can you tell a DayZ story in 50 words or less?

Just an interesting little exercise in saliency.

Here’s an attempt at documenting my first kill:

A Moment of Malice.

Silhouetted against an overcast sky, the iron sights bring him near.

Three rounds shatter the tranquillity; he falls silently.

I approach slowly, heart pounding.

Lying in the wet grass, his eyes pose a question his lips will never ask:

“Why?”

The answer - like his name - is forever lost.

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"ANYONE FRIENDLY IN CHERNO?" I bellowed. My calls were met with a bullet to the skull. Fuck.

Back at shore, find a house. I clip the door and break my legs. Fuck.

I crawl my way to a city, and I think up a flawless plan.

"ANYONE FRIENDLY IN ZELENO?"

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The night sky beamed down,

Sweat beads dripping from my brow, glistening in the moonlight as the humidty poors through the hills.

The air was so thick even the zeds were wheezing like a fat woman in a cake shop.

To quiet, silence breaks with a pulled hammer, “you friendly?”

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Nice thread! Ok, I'll try.

She was stunning. Looking at her, shafts of moonlight picking out her glorious curves, she looked innocent.

She made me feel safe, no longer alone.

It had taken a long time to find her, DMR's with working optics are rare here but now I have her, I won't let her go.

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ANYONE FRIENDLY I...BANG! dead.

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Nice thread! Ok, I'll try.

She was stunning. Looking at her, shafts of moonlight picking out her glorious curves, she looked innocent.

She made me feel safe, no longer alone.

It had taken a long time to find her, DMR's with working optics are rare here but now I have her, I won't let her go.

This sounds like something you do regularly :P

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I name all of my guns :), and my guitars.

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This one time at cherno a bandit shot me and I almost died, it wasn't cool. Luckily I shot him in the leg and let the zombies finish him off, then I rode off into the sunset (on a bicycle) with my beautiful new M1911. The End End End End End.

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Willow Lake seems sublime after the death I've seen in Berenzino.

A welcome respite from this hell on earth that has become my existence.

Hunger pangs remind me that I'm still alive.

A boar in the distance tells me I'll live another day.

But, he who watches me from the brush thinks otherwise.

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I throw myself to the floor as I hear the blare of multiple AK47 rounds.

I crawl to the window, noticing my aggressor on the roof of Elektrogorsk hospital.

I pull the trigger slowly.

The bullet flies through the head of my aggressor.

I lie there, basking in my victory.

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"ANYONE FRIENDLY IN CHERNO?" I bellowed. My calls were met with a bullet to the skull. Fuck.

Back at shore, find a house. I clip the door and break my legs. Fuck.

I crawl my way to a city, and I think up a flawless plan.

"ANYONE FRIENDLY IN ZELENO?"

Fuck you beat me to to it

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