My Horror of Green Mountain

[Survivor_Ted 269]

I don't know where to start.

 

A lot of you know that the reason you all play DayZ is because it gives you that certain adrenaline and paranoia feeling you rarely get from any other game. Well, I'd like to share with you what just happened to me and hope that you will find it interesting or whatever, to be honest, this is just a vent thread to make me feel better.

 

It's early night, I'm thinking about some game options for tonight...

 

"Mass Effect? Payday 2? Hmm... Maybe I should just quickly log onto DayZ and see if I can find some new clothes before I do something else."

 

Join a 29/30 server, spawn on an upper hill above Zelenogorsk and try to decide what plays lays relatively close-by and worthwhile checking.

 

"Ah! Green Mountain is pretty close and it has one jailhouse building, I'll do a check on that and then play another game."

 

As easy as that, I set off for the approximately two kilometer journey up to the mountain as I listen to some tunes. I approach the outskirts of the abandoned radio broadcast tower facility and I decide to turn off my music. I approach from behind the jailhouse and decide to dive in under a pine to check the windows of the first and bottom floor. Looks good enough for me, I think as I crouch-run up to the fence surrounding the compound I spend some minutes running around it, spying on the closed doors and the two infected guarding their territory. I run into the compound and give them a lesson or two in the basics of 'fireaxe to the face'. With SKS lowered but ready in my hands I charge into the building to see closed doors which gives me a happy feeling that server hopper nor serious player has been around these parts. I take my time checking each floor, nook and cranny as it feels quite relaxing and safe, I get up on the second floor's room, close the door behind me and begin to scour through the different ammunition scattered across the room. Once I sorted that out I'm ready to move but I freeze instantaneously at an uncomfortable sound.

 

Damp...Soft...Smothered...Footsteps? Or wait, is that just my paranoia? It surely is, there's no way anyone is here at the exact same time as me, right? This one military grade building can't be that popular, surely people only come here once in a blue moon, right?

Take no chances, I cower next to some beds with my SKS, now raised as my heart beat increases I can feel it boxing my rib cage like a punching bag. Noises amplify before a squeaky door opens! Hands holding a gun showing! Coming closer! A head peeking! taptaptap!!1!!1 

 

Three 7.62x39 SKS chambered bullets penetrates an unfortunate strangers skull in less than a millisecond. With rapid breathing and Mike Tyson still going at it I swiftly approach the door, close it and creep up to the beds opposite to the other ones. I try to gather my thousand thoughts flying around inside my head but one sticks out that I take into account immediately and that is the chance of a friend being with him. 

 

I am terribly sorry that this had to happen to you.

 

 

I sit there quietly for five minutes, slowly making the thought of a companion being in the vicinity disappear until yet again, I think I hear something tap the tile floor. My now regular beating heart starts to throws fists again and asthmatic respiration like breathing takes place again.

 

"I'm so screwed! If this guy has an AK or something I don't stand a chance! Please take me away, just make me disappear! I wish I didn't play alone!"

 

I wait for twenty minutes and my hands are starting to cramp, my eyes are beginning to lose focus on the intense target of a door and my fingertips are getting cold. I finally take to the microphone and say that I deeply regret my actions and all I want is for us to go our separate ways to assure that either of us walk away from this still living. No response. I sit there for another twenty minutes in total silence while I think about other DayZ veterans and their similar situation and how resilient and patient some of them are when it comes to this. So there I sit, in forty minutes. Telling myself how I should've just played a different game entirely and none of this would've happened, how I'll never get to show my friends the flashbang I found earlier. Then I think to myself that perhaps I should actually utilize this tool in the situation it was meant for and I go through how I should go on about doing it as I've practically frozen in place and taking a step in any direction, the smallest tapping noise to others, a huge bomb drop to one who has sat idle for almost an hour. I finally take a step to my right and the footstep makes me cringe at the thought of the other person hearing me. I sit there a little longer, I could still hear the occasional 'thump' and I had to make sure it wasn't my heart making the noise.

 

At last it is time for my grand escape to take place! I think to myself. I've gone through the plan and the steps some times before I ask once more through mic if this really cannot be debated and we cannot come to a understanding. Still no response. I start to shuffle to the right and I approach the door that reminds me of the Jurassic Park gate from this angle, I open it, swiftly back up, rifle on back, press 3 to get it from my hotbar, stand up, unpin aaaand toss! I look away as best I can before the entire room gets a visual makeover. I sprint for my life out into the hallway without checking the corners. I run downstairs, straight out to the compound and out into the woods with the constant thought of gun shots in the back of my head. I run and I run, I zig-zag as I run across a field with little foliage. I continue running until I can barely see the outline of a radio tower in the distance. Stress is dropping, normal pulse returning and no longer sweating. Did I really just make that? As I make a fireplace in distant lands, several kilometers away from that horrid place I think to myself.

 

"Was there even a second guy? I swear I heard more footsteps, was it just my imagination? Did he listen to me and went on his way in hopes to avoid conflict?"

 

I will never know...

 

Edited September 27, 2014 by Survivor_Ted

[pilgrim* 3514]

^

That's GOT to beat Mass Effect, right ?

 

 

You ever noticed that if you don't play DayZ for a day or three, you get kind of .. afraid .. to log in ??   Kind of twitchy ??

 

Because ... you KNOW what's in there.....   I don't know what name to give it, and maybe it has many names... but you know what it is..

 

xx

[Cptn_Miller 83]

This is why we play DayZ... get some decent gear and its a f'n heart attack waiting to happen, i'v stared at that door for 20mins plus as well, wondering if its safe to log out or make a run for it... the absolute horror of this game is what keeps us coming back over and over.  However, you should at least check that guys corpse lol... if you didnt.

Edited September 27, 2014 by Cptn_Miller

[Survivor_Ted 269]

This is why we play DayZ... get some decent gear and its a f'n heart attack waiting to happen, i'v stared at that door for 20mins plus as well, wondering if its safe to log out or make a run for it... the absolute horror of this game is what keeps us coming back over and over.  However, you should at least check that guys corpse lol... if you didnt.

 

As I approached the door in order to open it, I quickly checked what he had before I continued with my plan. His backpack was filled with ammo and mags. His vest had only sodas and other beverages in it. And then some other misc. items. Didn't bother to loot though, as I thought any minute that door in front of me will open and I'll get greeted by a gas mask maniac with an AK. ;)

[Cptn_Miller 83]

As I approached the door in order to open it, I quickly checked what he had before I continued with my plan. His backpack was filled with ammo and mags. His vest had only sodas and other beverages in it. And then some other misc. items. Didn't bother to loot though, as I thought any minute that door in front of me will open and I'll get greeted by a gas mask maniac with an AK. ;)

I prefer the Dallas mask maniac lol(gas mask as well), especially good at intimidating fresh spawn noobs... and yes i have akm w/75 drum x2 lol.... very effective in these situations.

Edited September 27, 2014 by Cptn_Miller

[pilgrim* 3514]

As I approached the door in order to open it, I quickly checked what he had before I continued with my plan. His backpack was filled with ammo and mags. His vest had only sodas and other beverages in it. And then some other misc. items. Didn't bother to loot though, as I thought any minute that door in front of me will open and I'll get greeted by a gas mask maniac with an AK. ;)

 

Yeah - at moments like that you can't afford to have your inventory open.

[Schweinsteiger 107]

Cool story.

 

A buddy and I were at the NWAF earlier today at the lone barracks near the hangers. I'm in the second or third room checking out some loot and I hear a bunch of shooting. My buddy went into the shower room armed only with a whimpy little .22 Sporty and right in front of my buddy there stood a totally geared out Rambo mother fucker, decked out in all his glory! Anyway, I hear a bunch of shooting and I ask my buddy (on Team Speak) what the hell was going on, my heart was jumping out of my chest and I had my weapon at the ready.

 

Somehow my buddy had surprised Rambo and gunned his totally geared-ass down to the fucking ground with a .22 Sporty!

 

He shot the guy over and over in the legs of all places!

 

So we make sure he hasn't got any buddies with him and then kneel down to see what kind of loot he was carrying.

 

THE FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING LOAD!!!!!

 

The guy had on a "shoot me please" mountain backpack with like seven or eight vests in it (press vest, four camo tactical vests, two high capacity vests, one black and one camo, all stacked one inside the others!). 

 

This guy had so much tuna fish I almost shit myself.

 

He had a fucking FNX .45!!! (Which I promptly took before my buddy knew what he was looking at ;))

 

He also had a tricked out Mosin, an Ak101, various other pistols, LOADS of ammo and everything else you'd want to see in your best thought up wet dream!

 

So now I'm cruising around DayZ with a sweet as FNX.45 and a Mosin, along with a Python .357. (and three vests, the high-cap with the two other tactical vests inside of that one).

 

My buddy took the AK101 and one of the high capacity vests, all that damn tuna fish and the biggest fucking smile on his face I'll never see!

 

P.S.,

 

I feel sorry as shit for server hopping Rambo. I bet he logged off and cried for a good few hours. It had to have taken him a shit long time to find all that most excellent gear.

Edited September 28, 2014 by Schweinsteiger

[Zombie Milkman 167]

Cool story.

 

A buddy and I were at the NWAF earlier today at the lone barracks near the hangers. I'm in the second or third room checking out some loot and I hear a bunch of shooting. My buddy went into the shower room armed only with a whimpy little .22 Sporty and right in front of my buddy there stood a totally geared out Rambo mother fucker, decked out in all his glory! Anyway, I hear a bunch of shooting and I ask my buddy (on Team Speak) what the hell was going on, my heart was jumping out of my chest and I had my weapon at the ready.

 

Somehow my buddy had surprised Rambo and gunned his totally geared-ass down to the fucking ground with a .22 Sporty!

 

He shot the guy over and over in the legs of all places!

 

So we make sure he hasn't got any buddies with him and then kneel down to see what kind of loot he was carrying.

 

THE FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING LOAD!!!!!

 

The guy had on a "shoot me please" mountain backpack with like seven or eight vests in it (press vest, four camo tactical vests, two high capacity vests, one black and one camo, all stacked one inside the others!). 

 

This guy had so much tuna fish I almost shit myself.

 

He had a fucking FNX .45!!! (Which I promptly took before my buddy knew what he was looking at ;))

 

He also had a tricked out Mosin, an Ak101, various other pistols, LOADS of ammo and everything else you'd want to see in your best thought up wet dream!

 

So now I'm cruising around DayZ with a sweet as FNX.45 and a Mosin, along with a Python .357. (and three vests, the high-cap with the two other tactical vests inside of that one).

 

My buddy took the AK101 and one of the high capacity vests, all that damn tuna fish and the biggest fucking smile on his face I'll never see!

 

P.S.,

 

I feel sorry as shit for server hopping Rambo. I bet he logged off and cried for a good few hours. It had to have taken him a shit long time to find all that most excellent gear.

 

Actually, that sounds a lot like a trader I ran into the other day.  I couldn't say for sure, but the whole folded-up-stacked-high cap vests thing sounds like something a trader would do to maximize haul.

[Calvin Candie 189]

That is a great story Survivor Ted. I think egzactly like you in these situations. From paranoia and what would dayz veteran do, to ending everything in a dash with the goal of suprising the opposite side and turning the situation to my favor.

One question for you. Paranoia is as strong as it ever was in DayZ, despite all the bugs and unfinished elements which brake immersion. Do you think that after the game is finished, and we all witness the gamemaking process, actually see the insides of a game - broken zombies, bugged items, glitched buildings - things that brake immersion - will we ever be able to fully immerse ourselves in this game? Will the perfectly scary schreeching foaming at the mouth zombie be a mass of pixels and bug fixes to us? Will looking at near photo realistic image of Chernarus valley painted with most beautiful post processing bloom and occlusion effects bring nothing more than a FPS counter to our minds instead of admiration for the grand and vast landscape where you are nothing but a speck of dust?

I value immersion above all and Ted's story delivers. I hope these stories live on after the release as well.

[dirrly 70]

Very great story. I really admire your patience... I think I wouldn't have stayed 40 minutes. ^^

[Survivor_Ted 269]

That is a great story Survivor Ted. I think egzactly like you in these situations. From paranoia and what would dayz veteran do, to ending everything in a dash with the goal of suprising the opposite side and turning the situation to my favor.

One question for you. Paranoia is as strong as it ever was in DayZ, despite all the bugs and unfinished elements which brake immersion. Do you think that after the game is finished, and we all witness the gamemaking process, actually see the insides of a game - broken zombies, bugged items, glitched buildings - things that brake immersion - will we ever be able to fully immerse ourselves in this game? Will the perfectly scary schreeching foaming at the mouth zombie be a mass of pixels and bug fixes to us? Will looking at near photo realistic image of Chernarus valley painted with most beautiful post processing bloom and occlusion effects bring nothing more than a FPS counter to our minds instead of admiration for the grand and vast landscape where you are nothing but a speck of dust?

I value immersion above all and Ted's story delivers. I hope these stories live on after the release as well.

 

Do you remember the first time you played and how surprised you must have been when you first heard the opening of sodas, munching of beans, sorting of ammo and occasional growl of a zombie? Sound is definitely a huge factor in a game such as this and is one of the most affected things by paranoia. I am certain that this game can only strengthen what it already has.

 

Another moment of fear I had not too long ago was when I played with a friend on a night time server. We went west from three valleys with flashlights on and the game really turns into something else when there's a full moon on the sky and you can't look two feet in front of you without a light source. Anyway, we make our way west and see a building we decide to search, my friend goes in first as I stay outside in a dark open field, he jumps off his seat and starts screaming saying he's getting attacked by a zombie, which scares me, so I turn around to go to him only to see a zombie jump right at me. That makes me scream and now we were both afraid of what would be such a petty thing during day time.

 

With finished sound, finished AI and with optimized game I really don't see how the game's integrity could do anything but increase greatly. All of these things are undoubtedly being worked on and will be fixed before the full release I bet.

[Schweinsteiger 107]

Well, he ain't trading anymore.

[ld-airgrafix 403]

I spent about 10 minutes staring in a direction i thought i saw someone, it was only a bush rendered poorly some distance away

[Jonah_Hobbes 171]

To the two guys I ran into at Green Mountain today. You were doing the floaty/lag thing when you came after me and I crapped myself. I'd like to know how close those shots were I fired at you before I bravely ran away.

 

Sorry no firefight but self-preservation kicked in. You were both geared up as well so I couldn't take the chance. Be still my yellow heart.