A Romantic Stroll Along the Coast of Chernarus

[Kerwyn 77]

I see a lot of negativity on the forums, people who complain about bandits, murderers (Yes there's a difference), bugs, incomplete features, and of course everyone's favourite, third person or first person. While none of these complaints are invalid, and some raise good points, I felt like a change of pace, so here's a tale of myself and friend taking a long romantic stroll down the coast of Chernarus, and the people we met along the way.

 

We started in Berezino. My friend had just died from, natural causes. That of course meaning we have no idea, he just woke up on the coast. So I hiked out to him from where we'd made camp the night before. Before I arrived, he had his first encounter of the many we had this evening. A man with a motorcycle helmet, whom I'll call Steve, and an axe greeted him warmly, and quite contrary to our expectations, actually helped him find some water and food. We met Steve one more time in Berezino as we finished gearing up my friend, and he's a really cool dude.

 

After parting ways with Steve one last time, we decided to search some apartment buildings, they never have anything good, but the roof offers a lovely view, so we decided to give it a try. On the top floor we were surprised by a man I'll call Dan. Dan was a very friendly guy who talked with us briefly while attempting to climb a ladder, but the ladder had other ideas, and poor Dan didn't survive them. So we gathered an M4 and some other supplies from his body before we came upon a lovely idea.

 

This idea was to take a long stroll from Berezino to Elektro, finding new spawns and giving them a much more friendly greeting than Chernarus usually gives them. I had a backpack full to bursting with food, medical supplies, and soda, so we set off on our adventure, fully expecting to be rewarded for efforts with a face full of lead. We couldn't have been more wrong. 

 

Just outside of Nizhnoye we met our first new citizen of Chernarus, a young woman I'll call Stacy, in a bright red T-shirt who reacted to the sight of two very heavily armed individuals as you would expect, with absolute terror. We tried to assure her we meant no harm, and even offered her some food and supplies, but she ended up going off on her own. Oh well, onward, to the next town!

 

We ended up bumping into Stacy several times along the coast, turns out she was running in the same direction we were. And she actually met the next guys before we did. These guys were far more heavily armed than Stacy, and immediately upon spotting us, retreated into a house. Suspecting the worst, we drew our own weapons and closed in. My friend conversed with them from outside the house while I scoured the perimeter. Once both of our groups convinced each other that no ill intent was meant, they came outside, and we exchanged gossip and some medical supplies. Turns out they were just waiting for a friend to meet up with them, and once he got there, we went our separate ways. 

 

After the Three Amigos left our company, we had an uneventful walk the rest of the way to Elektro. When we entered the fabled city, we fully expected this to be the end of our adventure, I recall vividly the hell hole the mod made of this once fair city, so imagine my surprise when I found, on a 38/40 server, Elektro being a ghost town. We wandered the uncannily quiet streets for a while, and decided to stop for a break outside the cathedral. And that's where our first and only bandit of the night opened fire. as .556 shells landed all around us, I did the smart thing, and advanced in the other direction. 

 

After getting into cover and bandaging myself, I tried to hunt down this would be attacker to repay the favour, but it seems that, like the morning mist in Otmel, he had vanished into thin air. After a brief search, we decided to move on, and this is where our story ends for now, as it was getting late, and my finger was tired from holding "W" that long. In short, we met a total of seven people on our journey, and only one singular man was unfriendly to us. So to everyone out there who just can't seem to catch a break, and all they find are KoS psychos and wannabe bandits, keep your chin up. I wish I'd thought to take pictures of our epic trek, but nevertheless, there are good people left in this rotten world, you just have to keep searching. Also, having a fully kitted M4 tends to improve people's relations with you greatly, though I can't possibly understand why.

 

 

[Fortune_Finder 33]

You are quite the author :)

[africanhungergames 192]

I see a lot of negativity on the forums, people who complain about bandits, murderers (Yes there's a difference), bugs, incomplete features, and of course everyone's favourite, third person or first person. While none of these complaints are invalid, and some raise good points, I felt like a change of pace, so here's a tale of myself and friend taking a long romantic stroll down the coast of Chernarus, and the people we met along the way.

 

We started in Berezino. My friend had just died from, natural causes. That of course meaning we have no idea, he just woke up on the coast. So I hiked out to him from where we'd made camp the night before. Before I arrived, he had his first encounter of the many we had this evening. A man with a motorcycle helmet, whom I'll call Steve, and an axe greeted him warmly, and quite contrary to our expectations, actually helped him find some water and food. We met Steve one more time in Berezino as we finished gearing up my friend, and he's a really cool dude.

 

After parting ways with Steve one last time, we decided to search some apartment buildings, they never have anything good, but the roof offers a lovely view, so we decided to give it a try. On the top floor we were surprised by a man I'll call Dan. Dan was a very friendly guy who talked with us briefly while attempting to climb a ladder, but the ladder had other ideas, and poor Dan didn't survive them. So we gathered an M4 and some other supplies from his body before we came upon a lovely idea.

 

This idea was to take a long stroll from Berezino to Elektro, finding new spawns and giving them a much more friendly greeting than Chernarus usually gives them. I had a backpack full to bursting with food, medical supplies, and soda, so we set off on our adventure, fully expecting to be rewarded for efforts with a face full of lead. We couldn't have been more wrong. 

 

Just outside of Nizhnoye we met our first new citizen of Chernarus, a young woman I'll call Stacy, in a bright red T-shirt who reacted to the sight of two very heavily armed individuals as you would expect, with absolute terror. We tried to assure her we meant no harm, and even offered her some food and supplies, but she ended up going off on her own. Oh well, onward, to the next town!

 

We ended up bumping into Stacy several times along the coast, turns out she was running in the same direction we were. And she actually met the next guys before we did. These guys were far more heavily armed than Stacy, and immediately upon spotting us, retreated into a house. Suspecting the worst, we drew our own weapons and closed in. My friend conversed with them from outside the house while I scoured the perimeter. Once both of our groups convinced each other that no ill intent was meant, they came outside, and we exchanged gossip and some medical supplies. Turns out they were just waiting for a friend to meet up with them, and once he got there, we went our separate ways. 

 

After the Three Amigos left our company, we had an uneventful walk the rest of the way to Elektro. When we entered the fabled city, we fully expected this to be the end of our adventure, I recall vividly the hell hole the mod made of this once fair city, so imagine my surprise when I found, on a 38/40 server, Elektro being a ghost town. We wandered the uncannily quiet streets for a while, and decided to stop for a break outside the cathedral. And that's where our first and only bandit of the night opened fire. as .556 shells landed all around us, I did the smart thing, and advanced in the other direction. 

 

After getting into cover and bandaging myself, I tried to hunt down this would be attacker to repay the favour, but it seems that, like the morning mist in Otmel, he had vanished into thin air. After a brief search, we decided to move on, and this is where our story ends for now, as it was getting late, and my finger was tired from holding "W" that long. In short, we met a total of seven people on our journey, and only one singular man was unfriendly to us. So to everyone out there who just can't seem to catch a break, and all they find are KoS psychos and wannabe bandits, keep your chin up. I wish I'd thought to take pictures of our epic trek, but nevertheless, there are good people left in this rotten world, you just have to keep searching. Also, having a fully kitted M4 tends to improve people's relations with you greatly, though I can't possibly understand why.

Bar two people they were all new spawns and the next person you saw with a gun did shoot at you. The Bambi's never posed a threat to you anyway making the point of this story redundant.

 

Very cool story though thanks for sharing.