DayZ Urban Legends/Folk Stories

[OldGreg (DayZ) 1]

Hello, fellow survivors! Bandits, survivors, past doctors, lawyers, and policemen, thieves, givers, all of us here. I have a question to you all:

Have any of you, at any time in this apocalypse, happened upon an event, or heard of an event, that has scared you to the marrow of your bones? The haunted tales of green Mountain, the wandering Axe murderers, and the empty train that runs through the night are all a few examples of these.

I ask you all, here, gathered around this warm fire, to tell us of these stories, so that the darkness may pass quicker.

I hope you all liked that... Essentially, this used to be a thread for the mod, but I gather that it is inactive. This is a place for people to let their imaginative writing hands run wild, and share scary stories, legends, and tales of their times in DayZ - by no means do these stories have to be true, but they should none-the-less be related to the world of apocalyptic-Chernarus in some way. Imagine the sort of story you'd tell all your companions while resting around a small campfire in the middle of the Forrest in the dark of the night!

I am sure I will be posting here myself, but I'd like to hear from the community first! I look forward to reading all that you write!

- Old Greg

[on3c3nt 185]

Once upon a time, i was on a trip to NWAF with 3 friends of mine, we had a car and all the stuff we could've imagined. As we investigated the hangars, we saw a Player running across the airfield straight towards the firestation, without even noticing us. As we all were Bandits at that time, we couldn't resist following him.

 

We sneaked up to his position on the top floor inside the station, one of us going to the roof from the outside, the rest of us taking the stairs in total silence. He was utterly suprised and didn't even raise his gun against us, so we forced him to take off his gear... as two of us expected the gear he put on the floor, he told us he "hopes that we will all die soon" - just before my mate took him down with a bullet to the head.

 

We enjoyed it and went on looting as if nothing had happened. One of us went to the top of the firestation and checked the surrounding area, but as he went back to the ladder, he desync'd and fell down the tower to his death. We laughed a bit about it, put his gear in the trunk to pick him up near Kamenka and waiting for the last man, which had been looting the barracks... as he came back, he was followed by a few Zeds, so we drove towards him and his company... Well we wanted him to enter on the right, he wanted to enter on the left, so we accidentely ran him over... number 2 dead... We still didn't think about the words of the poor guy we shot, of course this was only a matter of bad luck.

 

Near Zelenogorsk, on our way to pick up our fresh bambies we saw a heli crash site on the field and we decided to investigate, but as soon as we were close to site, both of us were taken out by M107 shots... That was the moment in our teamspeak, that all of us thought about the lonesome man on the NWAF, whos last wish was fulfilled...

[OldGreg (DayZ) 1]

An excellent story indeed! The last wishes of those about to die are often words that should be heeded with great care! I look forwards to hearing other contributions, and I plan my own as I type this...

[OldGreg (DayZ) 1]

Here is a tale that will keep you from that wretched castle for the rest of your days - a firing squad of bandits would have been a nicer fate than having to shelter in that wretched castle.

To the north sits the Guardian if Grishino, and atop it sits a caste - its menacing eyes watch over the town below it, and all who pass under the stone giant's eyes cannot help feeling watched. This castle is the Devil's Castle, and here is the story telling of why I never wish to visit that place again.

The hour was late when I found myself perched on a bench, my eyes south-facing, in Grishino, watching the sky become an ominous dark blue colour as the sun retreated behind the horizon. There was no orange haze under wispy clouds that night; and in-fact, the mellow clouds that idled overhead soon began to release a pitter-patter of soft rain beside me. If I were any more tired, I would have sat on that bench all night and met a cold end, however luckily I had previously drank from a can of NotaCola, and my senses were briefly alert and ready. I quickly came to the assumption that I could not stay in town over night - a policy of mine that I have followed religiously since the dawn of the last days - thus, I made to leave.

Before leaving the small town, I produced my flashlight and turned it on a dim setting. The village's small food store was only a short walk from the bench where I sat, and having not yet decided where I wanted to make camp, I thought well of one last check of the shelves that once held food and drink.

I stood up from the bench, the quiet night not shrouding the undoubtably vivid noise of my clothing and gear all clanging against each other, and switched my M4A1's safety-catch off, another custom I follow while moving in places I am uncertain of. Quickly switching to a state of full alertness (something that months of surviving this harsh world had taught me to do), I glazed my eyes around me 360 degrees; not a soul in sight, aside from a few of the deal walking in the distance. Happy with my surroundings, I walked across the street to the store I wished to visit, and carefully creaked the wooden door open. Flicking on my flashlight, I brought all of the small one-room building to light; some shelves were tipped recklessly, however the shop was in a much better state than most of the other sorry-looking buildings I had seen since the apocalypse hit. I walked in quickly.

Scanning the light in my hands over the contents of the once-convenience store, I was struck by the realisation that it was indeed getting very dark. Whether it was just the contrast of my torch against the white shelves and the darkness that filled the large windows beyond, I cannot tell, but none-the-less I was struck by an awful fear that I might be stuck in this town. I had to leave.

Halting my search of provisions in the supermarket, I left quickly. Using the darkness to my advantage, I easily evaded the few walkers that roamed the town - their moans of pain and suffering somewhat comforted me, as I knew I was still alive, and in a much better place than them.

I walked north-eastwards out of the town, as the ground was higher on that side and would provide a better scope of my surroundings. I had decided to camp nearby, as my long-anticipated plans to visit the airfield nearby were to be initiated the next day. Soon, I had left the town, and the road, for that matter, entirely. I found myself in an open space, away from trees and buildings, and able to look about, and although only elevated slightly from the town, I was able to make good judgement of my surroundings. Further north-east was the castle, and my fertile mind at this time knew nothing of the place other than it has been untouched for many years; and looking in all other directions I saw nothing but forestry. With the rain thumping harder on my waterproof than before, I made for the closest sign of comfort possible - the castle.

The ascent of the steep hill was almost effortless, having been resting all day. I quickly found myself entering a thick tree-line that seemed to appear out of no-where. Surrounded entirely by trees after no more than thirty seconds of navigating the hill, I struggled to keep a straight heading. The dark of the night would mean I wouldn't know where the castle was until I was more or less in the castle itself, so maintaining a correct direction was essential.

To trim a long story to a medium-sized story, I reached the top of the hill with no trouble. Only slightly disconcerted by the darkness and the faint hollow feeling that approaching the castle's entrance gave me, I found no consolation in the place at all. What I thought would greet me with a glimmer of warmth and shelter only scolded me with broken walls, fallen-in ceilings, and harsh floors of stone, overgrown with long, filthy grass. I cautiously approached the main tower of the castle, looming over me, the moving clouds above it creating the illusion that it was toppling over. Aided by not even the light of the stars and moon, the darkness made it nigh-on impossible to navigate the floor, and often I tripped over loose bricks or stumps in the ground.

The cold more a threat than a discomfort now, I made to the top of the tower quickly. Thankfully, the rain was dying down, as I has hoped, and I planned to make camp for a few days on the top of the tower, so that I may create some sort of observation post that would allow me to have full surveillance of the airstrip before I made to travel there. Needless to say, I met no discomforts, other than the rather treacherously thin stairs of the tower, on my way to the top. Relieved to be out of the gloomy, dripping insides of the stone construction, I stood up proudly atop the castle.

Surprisingly, I was shocked to look out for miles over the dark landscape to find not a single light in the distance - and although this would not be considered odd in the state of the apocalypse, and regarding that I had been in this apocalypse for months now, it still troubled me. I dreaded what the future may hold.

However, I wish I had never thought of sleep at this time, as it was when the contemplation of making camp entered my head that I was thrown into a state of fear by a smokey hissing red light emitted abruptly from outside the walls of the castle below me.

To be continued...

[irl-calibre 744]

there was a time when people hunted with thermal .50's with LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOng range scopes..

[TedSimmons33 0]

Well, where do I begin.

So it was nighttime, and me and my crew of 5 were in our helicopter passing over the country side of Post-Disaster Russia. Me, being our navigator/radio operator had located a small town that had a reputation of being "unconquerable". So our dumb, brave selves decided to check it out, with some various maps and 'equipment' (one of our guys was an admin but he didn't really abuse his powers). So we were flying over and all a sudden, our pilot chats out, "I'm seeing another bird in the sky. Dan you confirm this Bear?" (My nickname is bear, because my name is Ted, get it ted, teddy bear?). I looked out of the window to see another helicopter behind us, seeming to have been following us. Al of a sudden, we are going down. Engine failure apparently. We somehow landed without dying and had to land in the middle of a Forrest. So we gathered what we had and made our way north. (We lost all maps somehow). We ended up wandering into Green Mountain unknowingly. So cautiously, our squad leader, Red, armed with an AK-74, makes his way into the main grounds. Me, armed with a mere G17, is In the middle of the pack. Strangly, there are no zombies seen yet in the infamous Green Mountain. Yet. So we cautiously make our way up to the watch tower and decide to hold out on the roofs until day time. We ask our "Chef" (guy that Carries all our food) if he could pass around some canned food. Except he is still at the main grounds of the base. Just staring off in the distance. We chat him, sayin to come up, what's wrong, etc. he responds two minutes later "all hope is lost" then he disconnects. So we start getting freaked out here. Around this time, the helicopter that was following us lands right in front of green mountain. So we, pissed off at our losses, start opening fire upon the helicopter. Strangly, our guns seem to be all out of ammo. The door behind us opens and we see over chat "blood will be shed to those who are conceded". All of a sudden zombies pour unto us, killing us immediately. So lesson learned, never, ever, go to Green Mountian.

[Parazight 1599]

Stay away from the brown tabs and the 16 month dead threads, soldier! /salute. :)