Never had luck this bad.

[Pr0d1gy_Hunt3r 0]

Time to start my massive story. Okay, so I was on Seattle 43 hosted by Renegades, with my friend. I had an M14 AIM with plenty of DMR ammo, and my friend had found an M249 with 3 200 drum mags, when we come across a tractor. My friend gets in the tractor, and without touching any keys to move the vehicle, it goes in reverse, and runs over my leg. No morphine, in the middle of nowhere, I take the tractor while my friend walks on foot. As I'm scouting out deerstands for him to check, we finally find one with a morphine injector in it. After I've been morphine'd back up, we can see Starry's water tower in the distance. As we're heading into the tent area with me providing sniper cover, the server crashes. After waiting a few minutes, the server's back up. When we sign in, though, my friend tells me that we've been reverted to the location that we found the tractor in. This time, though, there WAS no tractor to drive, and my leg was re-broken. So while I sit in the bush being completely useless, my friend searches come nearby deerstands, one being 200 meters away, the other 700 meters. As he's searching the zombie bodies for some morphine at the deerstand 700 meters away, he suddenly drops from 12,000 blood to -4,000. No sniper shots, no suppressed fart sounds. He just dies. So he had lost his M249, and I'm in the middle of nowhere with no morphine and a broken leg, I decide to just suicide. Thanks for making my life as terrible as possible, world.