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[The Snake in Your Shorts 3]

So hey, I'm Ender. I'm new to Day Z. Started a few days ago, but love it so far (SA, obviously).

 

Let's swap horror (Or war) stories.

 

I'll start. So I started on a Heroes Only server, and it went pretty well. Spawned by a large town, and I spent about two hours scavenging for supplies slowly. Had a run in with a zombie early on, and he got a few hits in before I knocked him down and killed him (Bare fisted!). Tore up my shirt for rags (BTW, it was raining like crazy) and patched myself up before continuing on. Got a hold of a machete soon after that and it became my mainstay weapon. Found some nice camo pants, a neat orange rain coat (More storage, pretty useful aside from the fact I stuck out like a sore thumb, more on that later). Got a backpack, water, food, and a double rifle (No ammo). Finally, when I found a compass, I decided to set out on a path north, go into the woodlands in the way north and just survive. Well, I made it two minutes out of town when WHAM! Rifle shot, shatters my left leg and I go down like a sack of potatoes, KO'd. If I'd been like that, I might've been okay. Patched up my leg (I had two first aid kits), and gotten out of there but the fucker double taps me and I'm out. I rage quit and went to bed, but about to boot up again and start anew.

 

So what are your guys' stories?

[n1kko 326]

My story is in my signature.  I could type it out, but it would be a damn novel by the time I was done with it.  I have had INCREDIBLE luck on this life, and i'm well known on the server I play on, as there are quite a few regulars.  They refer to me as (get ready for a hella cheesy name) "The Dark Knight"

I only kill when absolutely necessary to my survival, and I have even had a few people defend me and patch me up.  Stats of my life are in the signature.  I update it after every session, and I have a word document where I log everything. :P
 
 

 

Edited May 12, 2014 by aimbot.eXe

[thelonewarrior 886]

This is a story I wish is recorded, but I died pretty early on in the most epic of standoffs between two groups

At the weekend we were a group of 4 on a HARDCORE server

Just after a restart we are looting the piano building in berezino when I go upstairs, the other 3 are downstairs and I'm coming down the stairwell when I see 4 guys in the room

The new guy opens fire with his SKS and you can imagine the bloodbath as two more guys come in and every opens fire in a small space

After the smoke clears I'm left standing somehow with 2 magnum rounds still loaded while all are dead except me and one of our guys who is unconcious

Then a guy runs in and goes straight to looting, I put two magnum rounds into him but he doesn't go down and turns and luckily misses with his mosin and I have time to reload and take him out

So I empty all the gear and my people start turning up hoping to quickly grab their stuff and leave

3 of us make it back when these guys are back, some new spawned with only guns and others fully geared

That's when I see the server filling up fast, so we figure

We have pissed off some kind of gaming community

I checked the bodies, and two of their names were GelGill and CrOwD

So we number the doors 1-3, and 1 of us watches each door as our 4th teammate is on his way back

After a few minutes door 3 opens and a guy runs in, I shoot him with my mosin and door 2 opens, I move to the stairs and see him crouch behind the power transformers

I take a potshot and some how I hit him and he's down

And for over an hour they are outside opening doors at random and trying to take shots at us

And then, I'm dead in one shot, not sure from where as the only door I could see was now clear unless he fired as well and lag caught up with me

Over the next hour they open doors at random and they play music, while I find an SKS and creep into a nearby bush

On the way to them though I spot a sniper on the roof nearby watching the building as well as 3 geared guys setting up positions outside

And minutes later I see two newspawns and another geared guy join them, so at least 7 guys now

Over the 2nd hour of the standoff I manage to pick some off from outside as they move to open the doors , I wait until the guy opens the door then fire as to appear that the shots came from inside

Then the server restart saves us and I log back in to see if these guys are still there and already I see them storming the building so there's no point in the other guys logging back in

All on all, we took 4 losses and scored about 10 kills on these guys, they just kept coming.......

But I have two of their names, GelGill and CrOwD so feel free to tell us your point of view if you see this

Edited May 12, 2014 by Regulator Lone Warrior

[Dr.Burd 107]

My story is in my signature.  I could type it out, but it would be a damn novel by the time I was done with it.  I have had INCREDIBLE luck on this life, and i'm well known on the server I play on, as there are quite a few regulars.  They refer to me as (get ready for a hella cheesy name) "The Dark Knight"

I only kill when absolutely necessary to my survival, and I have even had a few people defend me and patch me up.  Stats of my life are in the signature.  I update it after every session, and I have a word document where I log everything. :P

 

 

 

 

I don't really ever get into trouble like this one does. I've lived for months on end with some characters, avoiding contact and watching.

 

I do snipe people at times, when necessary, but what's weird is the way I travel in a serious life: I crawl.

 

Ever crawl from Balota to NWAF?

 

Anyways, I don't log much, and I do give people medical attention when I see them hurt, as long as I can watch them long enough to confirm they're not bandits.

 

If I were to log, like above, it would probably be this on my oldest life:

 

Current life stats: Kills: 30-40, People robbed: None, Players seen with no contact made: 400+ Friendly players met: 17-18 Players healed: at least 20 Time Alive: 2 months, and 4 days. Total distance: I don't keep track. Players saved from bandits: somewhere between 50, and 70. Death by: Betrayal.

 

That was over multiple 40 pops. I was betrayed by the only person I made direct, friendly contact with, and let follow me. This character died roughly 1 or 2 months ago.

 

Note - didn't see the above post come up before posting.

Edited May 12, 2014 by Dr.Burd

[TheCreeper (DayZ) 3565]

I spawned on the east coast and was shortly greeted by the sound of gun fire, I found a fellow survivor, or so I thought and helped him fend off a zombie that was attacking him, after dispatching the zombie he asked if I was friendly, I said yes, he said " cool, so am I then promptly shot me in the face, killing me and started talking shit as he looted my body. One respawn later, I found myself near where the so called " Friendly " had killed me, and saw zeds swarming to a house, I peek in, and there he is in the corner reloading, two bullets to the back of his head and he yells over direct coms that I was a moron and he was friendly, I said " oh yeah, friendly just like when you shot me in the face ", he logged out there.

[Deathlove 2286]

Once upon time there were three magical Fairies each one more beautiful than the next. Than they made the stupid mistake of following a bright light. It would be there undoing as they flew into it frying there flesh upon a bright electric current to bits. And they lived happily ever after. THE END

[Feuerbart 14]

Was on a low pop server, with 5 other player. 3 of them had clantags, so I assume they were looting in Berezino or one of the airfields, which means there were 2 other players with me on the server.

I was running in the middle of nowhere, up in the north, all hotspots miles and miles away when I suddenly see this guy running towards me.

 

 

I stopped, pulled my mosin and had a look at him through my long range scope. He was wearing a gas mask, but no military clothes.

Kill or not to kill?

Despite his gas mask he didn't look like a bandit, so I decided to get in contact with him.

 

I stood up and waved at him. He noticed me quite lately, and stopped running for a second, waving at me too. (I never wear military clothes or helmets/masks).

He approached me slowly, me still with my mosin out, but not pointed at him.

 

Now comes the part:

We had a little chat, traded some gear, and went along.

 

So in this huge map, in the middle of nowhere, I met one player from out of five, and no one died.