From one thief to another: Congratulations! :)

[trimethylxanthine 12]

As the topic states; yes I am a thief.

The reason I call myself one is because I stop and check the tents I come across. However, I never raid campsites, nor empty everything there is. I peek my head in and see if there is anything there that can help me on my way, usually food or an extra clip for my weapon. And I always leave something as thanks.

Yesterday and today was.. different.

Together with a friend we got lucky and happened upon a bus parked in the forest, should the owner of said buss be reading this; I'm sorry for running off with your buss, but rest assured Karma came back to bite me in the ass.

Deciding that a working vehicle was too rare a find to pass up we jumped in and drove off.

Now having a vehicle in perfect condition and a full tank of fuel we decided to stop by the factory near Polana and see if we could get more parts to keep it in shape and maybe even repair another car should we find one.

To our surprise, there in the middle of the factory grounds was a V3S in perfect condition. Loaded with everything we needed, but no owner.. we looked around, even called out to see if he was there. It felt wrong to drive off with his (we are guessing) hard earned V3S.

Finding noone, I jump in and drive off.

Now Karma decided to kick inn. We drove to the North West Airfield, seeing how we had a quick way in and out. Sadly, the server didn't agree.

On several occasions we got rolled back, some times several kilometers.

Having searched the barracks and a few hangars we notice a crashed helicopter. I jump out and start gathering whatever I could find.

Now, to give you an idea of what was stashed in the car by now; we had medical supplies to last for weeks and more STANAG ammo then you could ever use (The crash site contained 27 clips).

Happy with todays haul we set off to find a place to hide our bounty. My friend had a full tank on the buss and drove off ahead of me to hide it. I drove back towards Polana to refuel the truck.

As I jump out, the server decides to roll me back to the airfield. *Insert vocabulary of choice*

I start running like a madman. No way I was going to loose all that!

Probably 15-20 minutes later I arrive at Gorka and I can barely see the truck down at the fuel station. I keep running and by the time I'm 100m away I hear the sound of an engine.. I could have sworn I turned it off before I got out.

I didn't even get to finish my train of thoughts before I see the truck moving. I start shooting in a desperate hope that I manage to hit the driver. I didn't.

He turns the truck around and starts chasing me. Shortly after he runs me over, killing me.

I can't say I'm angry, I can hardly say I'm sad that I lost the truck.. after all I wasn't the one who repaired it. (Again, sorry to its rightfull owner.)

All I can say is this:

Congratulations on a new truck and more supplies then you'll ever need!

[Buyatchaka 5]

Nice, today I went after my bus, which was hidden right in the woods and it was not there. I prefer to believe it is not the same you have found though.

[trimethylxanthine 12]

Let us hope so :)