I succumbed to the darkside...spent a day KoS.

[Konfucious K 183]

..and I feel terrible... but satisfied. I was all geared up and arrived in Komarovo when I decided to stop in the police station store-room to roll a "cigarette" to ease the rest of my journey as I hunted for Ghillies and bandits. However halfway through I started hearing footsteps inside the building and before I could properly organise myself I see a Gorka helmet pop through the door causing me to jump and spray my AKM to their near-fatal detriment. My victim turned out to be a cool friendly guy(speaking to me through the wall), not even that upset after I'd emptied the best part of a clip in his general direction. Although I did have to patch him up with saline as a volunteered penance. This was not a good start to my banditry I realised this but my better nature took over. The transformation was not yet complete. Soon thereafter I learned he didn't even have ammo which made me feel all the worse so I gave him my spare scoped SKS. Now, upon our newly-built bedrock of trust we headed towards Czerno to my original destination and mission - Death to dupers and KoSers.

Unfortunately something happened and we were separated on arrival at the Police Station in Czerno. When I awoke I was alone in the quiet building, though at least still with all my weapons, supplies and doors locked. The rest-bite didn't last for long as an SMG quickly destroyed the locks I'd set up to keep the infected out and in they poured. That familiar panic set in, this time it was the undead and somebody..or bodies coming in, unannounced, uninvited. as I saw the barrel of the Mosin round the corner I let my AKM rip. I didn't care anymore, anyone who was going to step through those doors will get cut down as long as I had ammunition. And oh my what pleasure, it was indeed somebodies, and whether alone or together they all went down until their three bodies littered on the floor making it impossible for me to leave the stairs I had stranded myself on. But it didn't matter, because as soon as I thought myself safe and looked out the window of the building, though dazed from battle with my vision blurred from blood loss my hearing was perfect. The snap came very quickly, single mercy shot to release me from this bloodrage and letting me flow peacefully into the welcoming darkness. A sniper, a good one. Whether goodwill or not, it was justice for my crimes. But I didn't feel guilty. Not after the first one, the rest knew what they were walking into. 

I was excited to tell my tale so I ALT-TAB'bed to my Raptr and find that it's still turned off because of Doom Beta (F**** you CA and iD in more ways than one now!). Maybe that was the true punishment for my experiment. Because the real reward had been taken from me. But one thing is for sure, I had a lot of fun making enemies in the Tartan Army server yesterday! Though it is a lot more fun KoS'ing if they know they're going into danger in the first instance.

So I thought I'd share my thoughts because I was a little bored. Though I probably won't KoS again, it was a nice foray into the lifestyle of your typical DayZ killer.

Edited April 21, 2016 by Konfucious K

[GuyRandomMan 54]

3 hours ago, Konfucious K said:

..and I feel terrible... but satisfied. I was all geared up and arrived in Komarovo when I decided to stop in the police station store-room to roll a "cigarette" to ease the rest of my journey as I hunted for Ghillies and bandits. However halfway through I started hearing footsteps inside the building and before I could properly organise myself I see a Gorka helmet pop through the door causing me to jump and spray my AKM to their near-fatal detriment. My victim turned out to be a cool friendly guy(speaking to me through the wall), not even that upset after I'd emptied the best part of a clip in his general direction. Although I did have to patch him up with saline as a volunteered penance. This was not a good start to my banditry I realised this but my better nature took over. The transformation was not yet complete. Soon thereafter I learned he didn't even have ammo which made me feel all the worse so I gave him my spare scoped SKS. Now, upon our newly-built bedrock of trust we headed towards Czerno to my original destination and mission - Death to dupers and KoSers.

Unfortunately something happened and we were separated on arrival at the Police Station in Czerno. When I awoke I was alone in the quiet building, though at least still with all my weapons, supplies and doors locked. The rest-bite didn't last for long as an SMG quickly destroyed the locks I'd set up to keep the infected out and in they poured. That familiar panic set in, this time it was the undead and somebody..or bodies coming in, unannounced, uninvited. as I saw the barrel of the Mosin round the corner I let my AKM rip. I didn't care anymore, anyone who was going to step through those doors will get cut down as long as I had ammunition. And oh my what pleasure, it was indeed somebodies, and whether alone or together they all went down until their three bodies littered on the floor making it impossible for me to leave the stairs I had stranded myself on. But it didn't matter, because as soon as I thought myself safe and looked out the window of the building, though dazed from battle with my vision blurred from blood loss my hearing was perfect. The snap came very quickly, single mercy shot to release me from this bloodrage and letting me flow peacefully into the welcoming darkness. A sniper, a good one. Whether goodwill or not, it was justice for my crimes. But I didn't feel guilty. Not after the first one, the rest knew what they were walking into. 

I was excited to tell my tale so I ALT-TAB'bed to my Raptr and find that it's still turned off because of Doom Beta (F**** you CA and iD in more ways than one now!). Maybe that was the true punishment for my experiment. Because the real reward had been taken from me. But one thing is for sure, I had a lot of fun making enemies in the Tartan Army server yesterday! Though it is a lot more fun KoS'ing if they know they're going into danger in the first instance.

So I thought I'd share my thoughts because I was a little bored. Though I probably won't KoS again, it was a nice foray into the lifestyle of your typical DayZ killer.

Being a hero is hard every five or so lives I take a small break and be a bandit(though that is really hard for me to do) I always have a tendency to help people even if it leads to my own demize: I was just at the NW airfield, I was fully geared, I ran to Cherno. I went into the police station and found a two bambis, one had a skorpion with 1 mag the other had nothing. I gave the defenseless one a glock with 2 mags, we heard gunshots, it was snipers on top of a tower. we went to kill them, me and the one with the skorpion went to the corner of the street and looked around it using 'e' the guy with the glock blasted both of us... I thought to myself after this "im a failure as a bandit" the end.

[BeefBacon 1185]

I've never been a bandit. It's not for want of trying, I'm just really bad at the game. I'm the sort of bandit who'd get the drop on you before slipping on a banana peel.

[Konfucious K 183]

1 hour ago, GuyRandomMan said:

Being a hero is hard every five or so lives I take a small break and be a bandit(though that is really hard for me to do) I always have a tendency to help people even if it leads to my own demize: I was just at the NW airfield, I was fully geared, I ran to Cherno. I went into the police station and found a two bambis, one had a skorpion with 1 mag the other had nothing. I gave the defenseless one a glock with 2 mags, we heard gunshots, it was snipers on top of a tower. we went to kill them, me and the one with the skorpion went to the corner of the street and looked around it using 'e' the guy with the glock blasted both of us... I thought to myself after this "im a failure as a bandit" the end.

This is so relateable for me, I meant to mercilessly kill the first guy and ended up nursing and arming him back to full! And after all that mindless killing I was left with a bit of a "meh" feeling. I think I'll just stick to my less hostile approach...

[emuthreat 2837]

I've been tracking a Russian on my home server for a few weeks now, and it just-so-happened yesterday, that a friend was looting Myshkino and heard a hatchback drive through.  The driver got out, looted two tents, and got back in the car.  My friend couldn't contain himself, and emptied an SKS into that general direction, as the guy in the car fled south out of the tent city.  I, and one other player, were going to recover a vehicle, but upon hearing of this new contact, we split up to try and triangulate the escaping hatchback.  After ruling-out the possibility that he had fled south to ZG, or east of green mountain, we managed to get a break when the guy who originally spotted/shotted the car, found him in Vybor.  I ran up to help, as fast as I could, and found our new 'friend' with broken legs and bound hands.  He was resistant to communication, and seemed generally hostile--probably from all the shooting, tracking, leg-breaking, and interrogation--and I was reluctant to splint him.  After about ten minutes of chasing the crawling man around at gunpoint, and haphazardly using google translate to try and communicate (both by text, and by my verbal butchering of an unfamiliar language) he finally responded with a bit of coherent english.  He told us that he had abandoned the car a ways south of Myshkino; which we knew to be a lie, because I was coming over Green mountain when he was fleeing the first contact.  We awkwardly ordered the prisoner to lead us to the car, but he would only crawl, never holding still long enough to be splinted, watered or fed.  After making it up to the distillery, he attempted to log out.  I did the only reasonable thing, and tied his hands before the animation finished.  If only he had cooperated.  hell, we may have even let him keep the car if he was honest.  We knew he lied about the car, so logic dictated that we search back towards Mysh.  We found his hatchback about five minutes later, crashed on a fence in Pushtoshka, in need of one wheel.  And so ended the saga of GeHka, The Cagey Russian.  We didn't want to kill him, but he just wouldn't cooperate...

[[DGN] Johnny 115]

You're a forgivable person until you break someone's legs, take all of their stuff, and leave them in the middle of nowhere fully hydrated and energized. Which is most definitely a fate worse than death. ^.^