What is your most defining karmic choice you've made so far?

[TrampoAG 1]

To put it simply, in the mod or the standalone, which is the most defining moment of your Day-Z career that has made you who you are? What one choice defined your overall temperament as a player?

 

For Example:

       - You noticed a man getting robbed at gunpoint so you sneak down and kill the gunman, returning the gear and saving the man before continuing on your journey, this defined me as a good person.

 

or...

 

           - I saw a bambi and decided to handcuff him and kill him and his group of friends for their beans.. This defined me as an asshole.

 

 

Mine is this

 

I was dressed in my normal police uniform, with the anti-stab vest and some dark carbos along with my blue UN helmet, traveling alongside the road with my SKS and my Sawn-off... I noticed a group of well-armed men approaching and took cover behind a fence. As they approached... They encounted a bambi who was undoubtedly about to be murdered... I tried my best and shot a few of them before they ran off into the foliage and helped the bambi arm up with one of the bodies that died. After that I took the bambi along with me to the ship and we armed up and still play together to this day. I usually play alone, but this defined me as someone who puts their own safety before others unless a good opportunity presents itself.

[Forrelist 236]

The first time I ever played the mod I spawned into Cherno and walked to the construction site. I had heard fabled stories about player enounters, and I was ecstatic to meet my first player. He promptly shot me with an AK74, and I spent the next few hours trying to figure out where the hell I was spawning half the time. Finding a makarov was like christmas because I had no idea where you could get anything. It was from this point I realised that I was an absolute loot goblin and made a pact to liberate anyone of their valuables.

 

You can thank that one dude with the AK74

[M0RG0TH 40]

I was looting NEAF top floor. Some guy comes up stairs fully geared. Aim my pistol and fire 3 shots, all miss. He runs outside, I run after him. Another guy runs into base as we run out. Mass confusion.

 

In the end I gave the guy I tried to shoot a CR75 pistol and a mag with some ammo and we traveled close to NWAF before D/C.

[So Sexy 259]

When me and another freshspawn saw a can of beans at the construction site hehe...

[TrampoAG 1]

When me and another freshspawn saw a can of beans at the construction site hehe...

 

So what kind of player did that change you into?

 

I was looting NEAF top floor. Some guy comes up stairs fully geared. Aim my pistol and fire 3 shots, all miss. He runs outside, I run after him. Another guy runs into base as we run out. Mass confusion.

 

In the end I gave the guy I tried to shoot a CR75 pistol and a mag with some ammo and we traveled close to NWAF before D/C.

 

Same question for you? So you always were a shoot on sight anything it takes to survive?

[Geckofrog7 1168]

When a guy was shooting at me from 300 meters away, and I still attempted to make friends with him and give him fresh supplies. Even after I had dropped a backpack full of gear for him, and ran away, he finally hit me and killed me. I suppose that's what I get for being nice. :rolleyes:

Edited March 25, 2014 by Geckofrog7

[IshFingers 26]

On maybe my second trip to Cherno via the coastal road, on the outskirts of the city I spy a guy in full camo etc. crawling in the reeds. I follow him and attempt contact with no reply.

Keeping my distance I see where he's heading, when he runs forwards towards a new-ish looking guy (unarmed, yellow raincoat). They seemed to talk for a couple of minutes, unaware of my presence, as I slide nearby to eavesdrop on their conversation. As I get closer, I poke around and the guy I initially followed (now facing in my direction) says something along the lines of "there's someone over there."

I panic & shoot my Mosin blindly, killing the yellow fellow. The other guy runs. After a few minutes of hiding, I return to the scene of the crime and search the dead man's body - it becomes very apparent he was a new player. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed me as I continue into Cherno, find a pristine PLU scope atop the office blocks and immediately rubber-band to my death.

Since then I've always held my shot until I'm certain I'm the 'good guy' in the encounter. 95% of the time I die.

[So Sexy 259]

So what kind of player did that change you into?

Same question for you? So you always were a shoot on sight anything it takes to survive?

It changed my character into a person, who doesnt want to get killed, and strikes first, unless hes sure that the other character is really a friendly.

[Weedz 1105]

Someone ran up to me and screamed "IMA FRIENDLY". I instantly shot them in the face and said "I'm not".

 

 

I have been trying to exterminate the F-word ever since. These are the only people I blatantly KoS. Every single other person I have killed I always say something first or mess with them in a way that will make them at least laugh before I kill them like shooting and breaking their legs, bandaging them, then leading a pack of zombies to eat them and tell them they've been selected for the Zombie Advancement Center's Zombie Feeding Outreach Program.

Edited March 25, 2014 by Weedz

[Publik 404]

Shot many many people in Elektro. One respawned and came back to thank me. It was kind of strange.

[mushroom911 14]

Well my morality changed from helpful to "fuck everyone" for a short while.

Read this with the voice of Richard Burton.

_____________________________________________________________________________________

 

I had been fixing up a Land Rover with a buddy of mine called Mike. We decided, since we were at the top of our game, to go and help those less fortunate down at the shore by giving them lifts to where they wanted to go.

"The party van" we called it.

Near Kamenka we met a rag-tag mixed group of recent fatalities that required a lift to Balota and all too happily obliged to take them on their way. We drove to the harbor and saw them on their way without a single thanks.

Afterwards we decide to wait on and see if we could find a few more bambis to help out, so we split up. Mike went on foot while I waited in the car, the tall grass breaking up his silouhette as he departs.

Not five minutes in and I heard gunfire. I get hit through the car door and hear the tell-tale crackle of breaking bones. I panic. Hastening my disembarkment from the vehicle before rolling to the ground.

Mike spots a ghillie in the woods between him and the airstrip. And with his trusty lee-enfield takes a shot at the man.

He missed. And in turn got shot in the knee, rendering him flat in the tall grass. The man in the ghillie started spraying erratically over his head, and Mike blindly returned fire.

After a brief pause in the chaos, the ghillie decided to move up on Mike's position. But found himself on the recieving end of a .303 british, to the foot.

The three of us, now crippled, had our vision confined to the grass around us leading to an exacerbating stand-off.

 

A few blind shots were fired but to no awail, it was impossible to hit anyone in this terrain.

Under the cover of my fire Mike managed to roll undetected to the edge of the grass and from his position, zeroed out the location of the man. I fired over grass, diverting the man's attention to me.

While the man was distracted, Mike overpowered his broken leg, stood tall and looked upon the man through the ring on his sights.

A loud bang.

"Mike?" I inquired.

"I got him." He replied.

Once I reached Mike I saw his eyes were locked on the corpse. "He was one of them." He said.

"One of who?" I asked.

"We just gave him a lift, he was one of the bambis."

"People are dicks"

__________________________________________________

 

We promptly renamed "the Party Van" to "the Rape Train" and started running people over.

somewhere along the lines of writing this I started breaking up past/present tense and had to rewrite the thing, goddamnit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Irish. 4886]

For me it was that first trigger pull, watching the body drop, taking a screen capture of the "study body" screen and reading the hate mail in global sidechat.

 

Most defining karmic choice of my Dayz career by far.

[Weedz 1105]

For me it was that first trigger pull, watching the body drop, taking a screen capture of the "study body" screen and reading the hate mail in global sidechat.

 

Most defining karmic choice of my Dayz career by far.

That's the one thing I will miss from the mod (and not miss). The Glorious Tears Sidechat Bonus Round.

Edited March 25, 2014 by Weedz

[Irish. 4886]

That's the one thing I will miss from the mod (and not miss). The Glorious Tears Sidechat Bonus Round.

Oh it was glorious too!

 

I was a moderator on BMRF.me (before it recently closed down) and I swear we had the most fun just going through the chat logs from servers reading what people were saying back and forth.. 

[Crazy_Spider 235]

    My most defining choice(s) came today and yesterday at the same place. Me and my friend were looting NEAF yesterday, and I was looting the top of a PD while my friend covered the door. I heard a hail of gunfire, and my friend said "shit shit, guy at the door!" I ran downstairs and my friend then said "He's down.". The guy started talking to us. Many people would take his stuff, shoot him in the head, and be gone with him. Instead, I bandaged him, then my friend gave him a saline. We let him keep his gun, as well. We gave him food, water, and we talked for a while even after we shot him and broke his legs.

 

    The second choice came today. I was again in NEAF, but this time I was alone... I had just looted the far PD, the hangers, and the ATC. I went to the last PD, opened the door, and saw that the cell door was open... I immediately peeked up the staircase and saw a guy with no gun and a blue backpack. I went back to the corner near the door, aiming directly at the staircase and said in a loud and clear voice "Are you friendly? If you're friendly or a bandit, I want you to come down the staircase with your gun on your back, or you're dead". He obediently came down the stairs, and put his hands up. I asked him a couple questions, then he showed me where some ammo was for my M4. We then looted the town near NEAF. I was suspicious the whole time, as I was wondering why he hasn't tried to kill me yet. Eventually we were in the new prison building, a very confined area. He said he took his axe out to kill zombies, but then he came up to me on the second floor with his axe raised directly at me. I fired a few shots, hoping to send a subconcious message that says "Get the fuck away", but I immediately said "Sorry dude, sorry, you scared me!!!". I then helped him bandage and he morphined himself. After that we split up without saying a word.

 

    From this, I conclude that I am a type of player that will often try to shoot for a KO/Broken Legs, then try to help or make friends with the person. Though it often doesn't work out that way.

[Silentine 44]

scouting around solnichny with tons of suplies and equipment, helping newspawn friendlies.

[BiGoDeViN (DayZ) 423]

I never really made a major Karmic choice.

 

But one day, after I died on a character I had kept alive for a long time, I ducked down on the coast to message a friend on Steam, and through the overlay I seen a guy. I quickly get out and stand up. We chat and such, he was pretty geared and it was one of the first times I seen a geared player not KoS a Bambi. So he tells me to lead so he can watch me, and we go off to find his friend.

 

We all meet up, and they give me a gun. We get into a Skype together and everything. We headed to Sniper Hill in an attempt to take out a sniper up there. Well, a bad situation and everyone dead on both sides later, I have two friends who I've been playing DayZ with for a months now.

 

Not really a Karmic choice. But I could've killed them but instead made two good online friends who I play with on a regular.

[Facetentacles 92]

I had the game for a few days when I encountered a freshie in the Elektro fire station. Told him not to worry, I wouldn't kill him. But he never responded, just ran around inside. While I kept an eye on him his buddy came in and started axing me to death. I unloaded my m4 into both of them but passed out from blood loss. I almost decided there was no good left in this world.

I ran back to an airfield and geared up again, then on the way to Berezino I came across another fresh spawn. I should just kill this asshole. But against my better judgement I greeted him and asked if he needed anything. He at least responded. A 13 year old kid. Great. But, we ran together and he showed me the shipwreck for the first time, then gave me team speak info and ended up meeting the rest of the crew at the NEAF. Still play with those guys (when my game actually decides to work) and made some good friends out of it.

But you bet your ass I still kill fresh spawns that don't talk and get too close.

[kimosabbi 48]

Well my morality changed from helpful to "fuck everyone" for a short while.

Read this with the voice of Richard Burton.

_____________________________________________________________________________________

 

I had been fixing up a Land Rover with a buddy of mine called Mike. We decided, since we were at the top of our game, to go and help those less fortunate down at the shore by giving them lifts to where they wanted to go.

"The party van" we called it.

Near Kamenka we met a rag-tag mixed group of recent fatalities that required a lift to Balota and all too happily obliged to take them on their way. We drove to the harbor and saw them on their way without a single thanks.

Afterwards we decide to wait on and see if we could find a few more bambis to help out, so we split up. Mike went on foot while I waited in the car, the tall grass breaking up his silouhette as he departs.

Not five minutes in and I heard gunfire. I get hit through the car door and hear the tell-tale crackle of breaking bones. I panic. Hastening my disembarkment from the vehicle before rolling to the ground.

Mike spots a ghillie in the woods between him and the airstrip. And with his trusty lee-enfield takes a shot at the man.

He missed. And in turn got shot in the knee, rendering him flat in the tall grass. The man in the ghillie started spraying erratically over his head, and Mike blindly returned fire.

After a brief pause in the chaos, the ghillie decided to move up on Mike's position. But found himself on the recieving end of a .303 british, to the foot.

The three of us, now crippled, had our vision confined to the grass around us leading to an exacerbating stand-off.

 

A few blind shots were fired but to no awail, it was impossible to hit anyone in this terrain.

Under the cover of my fire Mike managed to roll undetected to the edge of the grass and from his position, zeroed out the location of the man. I fired over grass, diverting the man's attention to me.

While the man was distracted, Mike overpowered his broken leg, stood tall and looked upon the man through the ring on his sights.

A loud bang.

"Mike?" I inquired.

"I got him." He replied.

Once I reached Mike I saw his eyes were locked on the corpse. "He was one of them." He said.

"One of who?" I asked.

"We just gave him a lift, he was one of the bambis."

"People are dicks"

__________________________________________________

 

We promptly renamed "the Party Van" to "the Rape Train" and started running people over.

somewhere along the lines of writing this I started breaking up past/present tense and had to rewrite the thing, goddamnit.

 

That was a great read - thank you for that.

 

I even logged in just to give you beans, appreciate them man....appreciate them.

[silvatos 50]

My first time playing was in the mod, I spawned in Cherno, got a ghillie suit, a lee enfield, food, and a Mountain Dew. I made my way to the fabled NWAF, and there is saw a man in the barracks that I was in, he said he was friendly, and tossed a frag in my room. I was dead.

I'm now very stand off ish with players, and I usually shoot to kill on sight unless they put their hands up when I ask them to, I have helped people being tortured, or pinned down people, so does that balance the robbery and murder? I consider myself neutral.

[AryanBoogeyman 185]

Was driving down the coast in a UAZ  just outside Electro (mod).

 

I spy a new-spawn getting wrecked by a mob of at least 8 zoms. He is down prone and bleeding, weaponless. I pile out and clean all the zoms off him (M14 AIMpoint), bandage, transfuse and offer him a ride.   

 

Turns out he was a brand new player in his first run through of the game. His first response once I showed him how to use his microphone.... " Dude that was like some sick movie back there - thank you so much." 

 

I ended up taking him all over the map and showing him the ropes. It felt good to show a new player that all other players aren't retards.

 

I could have just ran him and the zoms down for lols (considered it) and I have done it repeatedly before but something just felt right about introducing a new player to the community in a positive way.

 

That would probably be the watershed moment where I realized the potential this game has beyond simple death-matching.

[Tatanko 5591]

I can't think of one specific moment, but from the moment I started playing the game I've always been more of a "hero" character. My friends and I are typically carrying way more than we need in supplies, so we almost always share with someone who has a positive interaction with us (and doesn't try to kill us!). I don't know that we can be considered true heroes because we have never saved anyone but each other, and we tend to keep to ourselves, but if I had to put it in D&D terms we are probably "Neutral Good".

[silvatos 50]

it in D&D terms we are probably "Neutral Good".

>Not Chaotic Neutral