I haven't slept in 2 days after this event. HELP!

[sleight 19]

U MONSTER!!

[Princess Dookie 35]

No mercy! Stay Strong! If you cannot deal with the heat, find a team, and be their water boy. :) Those canteens wont fill themselves. 

Edited February 28, 2014 by Princess Dookie

[Onix87 7]

I would say it like this. You are playing a game where a part of the game is guns and shooting people, there is no black, there is no white, its a mix of all colors and that is what makes this game unike. I myself sometimes want to be friendly and end up a bandit and other times I want to shoot someone and then end up helping him. Its all dependant on the circumstances and no way it is a reflection of your real life personality. Despite being a great an somethimes intensive game it still is a game and no harm comes from killing some people in virtual world. If you would be alive for more than a month I think it would become quite borring, so somethimes people are searching for a gunfight just to start ower and have some fun at the end... So no you did nothing wrong!

[Jex 1104]

Hi All,

 

This is brutal, please assist in any way shape or form you can. I simply cannot take another sleepless night. My life is being impacted by this and its causing me real life stress.

 

Ok so Itchy was at the doctor's getting a scrotal rash looked at, so I am in Elektro solo. Did a quick scout of the tech building and spotted a cheeky little SKS and some ammo on the top floor. So I am kneeling down and sort my inventory out, I literally just got finished and this little chap appeared suddenly in the door way and said "Hi,  friendly Buddy!" over direct voice.

 

I got a major fright and just about passed a malteser! Panic reaction and my finger hits the left mouse button. Half a clip of SKS into his upper body and the poor new spawn was on his back pissing blood garden sprinkler style over the general area.

 

"NNNNNNnnooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" I shouted in voice comms.

 

"Sorry mate, for the love of God, sorry. It was a mistake, I just got a fright and mis-clicked"

 

I stayed with his body, hoping the player would return, so at least I could give him all of my clothes, pack, ammo, guns and most of all a huge apology.

 

He didn't appear, :-(

 

Community, was this acceptable behaviour? What will be the consequences for me as a person? What would you have done in the same circumstance?

 

I took a digital life, I really feel like my morale compass is all over the place. I just don't understand where my head is at right now.

 

Any advice is sincerely appreciated, thanks folks...

 

 

Mooky.

 

This is a good lesson for noobs - don't walk up behind a player and shout in their ears. Peek from behind a wall and do it.

[ninjaontour 123]

How does one fire half a mag of SKS ammo with a "misclick"?

 

TROLLOLOLOLOLOL

[mooky32 308]

This is a good lesson for noobs - don't walk up behind a player and shout in their ears. Peek from behind a wall and do it.

 

Word is born brother. I got a fright and someone had to pay the piper due to my nervous hand movements.

 

How does one fire half a mag of SKS ammo with a "misclick"?

 

TROLLOLOLOLOLOL

See above "nervous hand movements". I was shaking like a Scots man at an alcohol free wedding reception.

[strangelyquiet 67]

Mooky? Mooky is that you? My heart is all over the place reading your post. For *I* am your unknown victim. It was only the other day that I'd woken with such a surge of vitality that it felt like I was finally ready to put those long months of pain and distress behind me. Ever since my sister's tragic death (she's a cartoonist who had a piano fall on her head - OH! the tragic irony) I'd felt life was hopeless. This depression had eclipsed all else in my life, leading to several attempts to take my own life, then failing that, my own blood, before finally settling on my own urine. An endless vista of perpetual darkness had spread into my soul and since last Christmas it had got worse and worse by the day, sometimes by the hour and very infrequently several times in the same minute. I've grimly watched every thing that is dear to me slip away, piece by piece, brick by brick, grunt by grunt. I lost my wife to a travelling salesman, although I got a good set of encyclopaedia's in exchange. However the encyclopaedia's went the way of my books, films, the house and the kids - burned to the ground in a bonfire night celebration gone wrong (apparently you should have the bonfire outside not indoors). My job followed quickly along with my self respect, dignity, honour and favourite cheeses. Everything I had, loved, cherished, rubbed and made sweet love to has disappeared leaving me utterly hopeless and bereft.

 

And then came DayZ. Having nothing left of my own life I immersed myself in this immersive game of immersion. Immersively so. The day I saw you was the culmination of my first character's first day of life in this game. I had played non-stop for 12 hours, rediscovering there is a purpose to my life, there is a meaning to my existence, there is a way to avoid that odour if you open the window. This culminated in me bouncing along to Elektro for the first time, finally ready to interact with another survivor for the very first time. I remember the joy in my heart when I rounded the corner, finally sensing that DayZ had delivered me from the depth of the most intense and heartfelt depression any man, woman or beast has ever felt. I remember your hunched figure, I remember the light glinting off the floor, the sense of uplift in my heart and - do I imagine it? - the hint of a pixellated smile on your face as I saw you. Was I foolish, in that briefest of moment, to think I had finally found a friend? Not just in DayZ, but a friend, companion, compadre, who would assist me in my tentative first steps back into the world from the bleak oblivion within which my life has so long been cocooned? "Hi, friendly Buddy!" I chirped, certain at last that I had found redemption in my life, a reason to live, a purpose to continue for, a desire to experience, a goal to score, a determination to make my squalid, sad, pathetic, useless life count for something, anything, an intention to do whatever it takes to make this all mean something. At that very second I recalled Wordsworth's immortal line "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive".

 

And then you shot me.

 

You bloody shit.

[Leo Balzac 190]

^ Grow some. (Unless you're female, then it's okay)

[mooky32 308]

Mooky? Mooky is that you? My heart is all over the place reading your post. For *I* am your unknown victim. It was only the other day that I'd woken with such a surge of vitality that it felt like I was finally ready to put those long months of pain and distress behind me. Ever since my sister's tragic death (she's a cartoonist who had a piano fall on her head - OH! the tragic irony) I'd felt life was hopeless. This depression had eclipsed all else in my life, leading to several attempts to take my own life, then failing that, my own blood, before finally settling on my own urine. An endless vista of perpetual darkness had spread into my soul and since last Christmas it had got worse and worse by the day, sometimes by the hour and very infrequently several times in the same minute. I've grimly watched every thing that is dear to me slip away, piece by piece, brick by brick, grunt by grunt. I lost my wife to a travelling salesman, although I got a good set of encyclopaedia's in exchange. However the encyclopaedia's went the way of my books, films, the house and the kids - burned to the ground in a bonfire night celebration gone wrong (apparently you should have the bonfire outside not indoors). My job followed quickly along with my self respect, dignity, honour and favourite cheeses. Everything I had, loved, cherished, rubbed and made sweet love to has disappeared leaving me utterly hopeless and bereft.

 

And then came DayZ. Having nothing left of my own life I immersed myself in this immersive game of immersion. Immersively so. The day I saw you was the culmination of my first character's first day of life in this game. I had played non-stop for 12 hours, rediscovering there is a purpose to my life, there is a meaning to my existence, there is a way to avoid that odour if you open the window. This culminated in me bouncing along to Elektro for the first time, finally ready to interact with another survivor for the very first time. I remember the joy in my heart when I rounded the corner, finally sensing that DayZ had delivered me from the depth of the most intense and heartfelt depression any man, woman or beast has ever felt. I remember your hunched figure, I remember the light glinting off the floor, the sense of uplift in my heart and - do I imagine it? - the hint of a pixellated smile on your face as I saw you. Was I foolish, in that briefest of moment, to think I had finally found a friend? Not just in DayZ, but a friend, companion, compadre, who would assist me in my tentative first steps back into the world from the bleak oblivion within which my life has so long been cocooned? "Hi, friendly Buddy!" I chirped, certain at last that I had found redemption in my life, a reason to live, a purpose to continue for, a desire to experience, a goal to score, a determination to make my squalid, sad, pathetic, useless life count for something, anything, an intention to do whatever it takes to make this all mean something. At that very second I recalled Wordsworth's immortal line "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive".

 

And then you shot me.

 

You bloody shit.

Just back from a long walk where I considered my actions and what repercussions it might have for my unfortunate victim. "Just a game" I reasoned, probably some kid who maybe swore a little bit and then just respawned and got on with. After a long beach stroll I had finally made peace with this rash action and decided that perhaps life must go on, I had reached closure.

 

THEN THIS!

 

All of my worst fears realised in excellent prose that are somewhere in the league of my expert scribbilings. Lord hast though forsaken me!!!??? I wish you had remained true to your moniker and not revealed what I feared was the true catastrophic effect of my utter stupidity. Your words are heart breaking my friend and so tangible in their description of a deep grief that was so nearly uplifted until I came alongs.

 

Can you find it deep in your hear to forgive me and rekindle some faith in the fettered humanity that is Dayz? For every good looking guy with a trigger finger there are lots of not so good looking hero types who rail against their position as nobodies in life by helping others and by some extent hoping their digital life will be far more respected than their IRL existence.

 

Tell me you can extend a hand of friendship to me and allow my sleeping pattern to be once again normalised.

 

Tell me........................

 

^ Grow some. (Unless you're female, then it's okay)

Whoosssh, and over his cranium the post doth go.......

[Leo Balzac 190]

No no, I got it. I've been looking for a reason to post that testicle image for a while now, your thread at least gave me somewhat of an excuse.

 

Also, if you REALLY wanted to be old-timey you'd have written "and ofer his heafod se fyrngewrit se tidfara"

Edited February 28, 2014 by Leo Balzac

[mooky32 308]

No no, I got it. I've been looking for a reason to post that testicle image for a while now, your thread at least gave me somewhat of an excuse.

Lol I accept your balls humbly!

[strangelyquiet 67]

Tell me you can extend a hand of friendship to me and allow my sleeping pattern to be once again normalised.

 

Tell me........................

 

The fickle finger of fate has fingered me in a different direction and you Mooky, are the one responsible.

 

Having cried, non-stop, for several hours after my untimely death, I gathered my senses together and vowed revenge, like what Mel Gibson does do in 'Payback' (incidentally, an excellent film with superb production values and the ever reliably anti-semitic Gibson doing what he does best - impersonating Bruce Willis).

 

Since that time I have returned to DayZ with a bloodthirsty vengeance, I kill every single thing I come into contact with seeking to hunt down my nemesis Mooky. I shoot, bludgeon, force feed, punch, axe and Beanz everything on sight. 'Is that you Mooky??' I scream as I pummel a black man with no trousers. 'How do you like it now Mooky' I grunt as I axe a woman in the face. 'Take this. And that. And a bit more of some of this' I rage as I drink water from a well. 'Mooky, I'm coming for you' I howl into the night sky as I run repeatedly into a barn wall having lost my torch.

 

One day Mooky, one day vengeance will be mine. Look over your shoulder Mooky, every second of every DayZ, as I'm coming for you (much like what Mel Gibson does when he rescues his son in the gripping thriller 'Payback').

[Irish. 4886]

Hi All,

 

Long story.

 

Mooky.

 

Do this with your PC, you will get better use of it:

Edited March 1, 2014 by lrish

[finnpalm 312]

Hi All,

 

This is brutal, please assist in any way shape or form you can. I simply cannot take another sleepless night. My life is being impacted by this and its causing me real life stress.

 

Ok so Itchy was at the doctor's getting a scrotal rash looked at, so I am in Elektro solo. Did a quick scout of the tech building and spotted a cheeky little SKS and some ammo on the top floor. So I am kneeling down and sort my inventory out, I literally just got finished and this little chap appeared suddenly in the door way and said "Hi,  friendly Buddy!" over direct voice.

 

I got a major fright and just about passed a malteser! Panic reaction and my finger hits the left mouse button. Half a clip of SKS into his upper body and the poor new spawn was on his back pissing blood garden sprinkler style over the general area.

 

"NNNNNNnnooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" I shouted in voice comms.

 

"Sorry mate, for the love of God, sorry. It was a mistake, I just got a fright and mis-clicked"

 

I stayed with his body, hoping the player would return, so at least I could give him all of my clothes, pack, ammo, guns and most of all a huge apology.

 

He didn't appear, :-(

 

Community, was this acceptable behaviour? What will be the consequences for me as a person? What would you have done in the same circumstance?

 

I took a digital life, I really feel like my morale compass is all over the place. I just don't understand where my head is at right now.

 

Any advice is sincerely appreciated, thanks folks...

 

 

Mooky.

 

I'm assuming you're trolling but here's the deal. Since people run around with live weapons in this game, it's a bad idea to startle them. So basically you reacted as would be expected if this would have been a real situation. Accidents happen, and the fresh spawn should've stayed out of sight when first talking to you. Go to sleep knowing that you have healthy human reactions. And I have to agree with the

 

Edited March 1, 2014 by Strawman

[drayson 158]

This made me go

 

This!

 

Also going to go watch Smooth Criminal again.

[cj14 189]

Your behaviour is not acceptable, but is to be expected in this country. It could have been avoid, but his life is in the Chernarussian Sovngard, at least your waited for him to repay for your mistake..

Still...you can redeem yourself, there's a church at Elektro I think, you should go and confess..

 

PS: Is your friend with the scrotal rash ok? I think I have something similar...what did the doctor say?

[res 373]

Man up.

 

You gotta kill them all and teach the players who are watching that this is survival of the fittest. 

 

Blast his leg off with a shotgun, make all his loud screams that will haunt you for life let all the people in the town know you're there and what will happen if they get any close.

 

BUT, be a man, and after you see he suffered enough, blast his brains out.

 

Don't worry about the bloody mess, the zombies will love to clean it up with their tongues >:(.

[Geckofrog7 1168]

 Sovngard, 

[Monkfish (DayZ) 339]

I suspect weapons-grade trolling here, but if you're not trolling and you're actually being serious, you should stop playing the game. Some people can be affected by games in ways that others don't. If I play a game enough in a short space of time then my dreams tend to be based in the game world I have been playing in (or a proxy of it). Others may be affected more severely and start to modify their actual behaviour. If this is happening then stop playing the game. Seriously.

[mooky32 308]

I'm assuming you're trolling but here's the deal. Since people run around with live weapons in this game, it's a bad idea to startle them. So basically you reacted as would be expected if this would have been a real situation. Accidents happen, and the fresh spawn should've stayed out of sight when first talking to you. Go to sleep knowing that you have healthy human reactions. And I have to agree with the

 

 

 

I suspect weapons-grade trolling here, but if you're not trolling and you're actually being serious, you should stop playing the game. Some people can be affected by games in ways that others don't. If I play a game enough in a short space of time then my dreams tend to be based in the game world I have been playing in (or a proxy of it). Others may be affected more severely and start to modify their actual behaviour. If this is happening then stop playing the game. Seriously.

 

 

Guys I despise trolling and if you check my content you will see it is something I fight against with a passion. Some people just call troll these days so as to protect themselves from looking silly. I would and never will do this to my fellow Dayz community members.

[strangelyquiet 67]

Guys I despise trolling and if you check my content you will see it is something I fight against with a passion. Some people just call troll these days so as to protect themselves from looking silly. I would and never will do this to my fellow Dayz community members.

 

As I've explained, I can vouch for Mooky's reality. I have felt the full force of his manhood. He has blasted me in the face. I have lain prostrate before his heaving body.

 

This is no troll... but he is a MONSTER!

[Gekkonidae 270]

If I see someone and he suddenly disappears after he recognized I saw him, I tend to get even more paranoid.

Especially when I am in a room with only one exit ...

 

I almost always do this and then announce I am there so that they don't make any rash decisions. Besides, If my initial intent were to kill them, I would have already been shooting. Sometimes they want to be left alone, so I leave. Other times they are cool with trading or travelling for a bit. Either way is fine with me, but that's generally how I approach people and it seems to work.

 

If I made myself seen and then hid, without saying anything, I wouldn't blame the other person for shooting the fuck out of me.

[mooky32 308]

As I've explained, I can vouch for Mooky's reality. I have felt the full force of his manhood. He has blasted me in the face. I have lain prostrate before his heaving body.

 

This is no troll... but he is a MONSTER!

I remember unloading on you buddy, it was a strong emotional moment. Your face was unrecognisable, then I shot you.