First Day: Mixed Results.

[Dr. Cocks 5]

Today I committed to the strenuous process of downloading all this game's necessary components. After some disappointing failures in the installation process, I'd managed to jury-rig all the parts and patch up a working game. Upon entering, I was greeted with the tell-tale signs of firefight in the distance, accompanied by the subsequent growls of provoked zombies. The first cognizant thought spat out by my hardly-functional brain had surprised me not only because I was able to emit human behavior under these stressful conditions as blood pumped quickly through my vulnerable veins but also because it was contrary to many reports I'd received from these forums. "Good," I'd thought, "Now I might survive.". With possible assailants away pumping lead into unsuspecting heads and the undead legions otherwise occupied, it was true. A fighting chance for our hero, still insolent to his unforgiving environment. I quickly sped to a nearby factory, which thankfully maintained a faint familiarity to the playthroughs I had spent countless hours scrying.

Within the blank grey walls, I was greeted with the fallen body of a possible comrade; thankfully not jonesing for a chance to strip me of my minimal assortment of nothing I called my entire substantial holding at that point. I scavenged the ammo clips occupying the ground and anything otherwise useful for trading or getting a bandit off of my case (god forbid said case developed). After developing a suitable brass accompaniment to gallop along the zombie-ridden hills with me, I ran away from this coastal hell in search of food and water. To no avail. With supplies running dangerously low (that is to say, my current state of inventory longing for the nourishment it that I never had), I attempted to raid a nearby town armed only with a hatchet. After procuring an astounding nothing in the departments of sustenance and armory, I made my way to a barn not too far away. Now, scavenging for whatever scraps I might have came by, I would encounter my first set of firearms. A notable amount of rifles and shotguns to frighten those who were after my belongings and brains. Needless to say, I had no ammo for the majority of armaments I'd uncovered. Until, that is, my jolly partner in crime revealed itself to me, along with suitable ammo. This was a Mr. Lee Enfield, still accompanying me and playing the role of faithful (but sometimes brash) sidearm. With this, I headed back out to the town opposite me. I returned with nothing except a few new undead playmates. 2 discharged rounds later, they were nothing but vulture fodder (if they hadn't been that before).

With this, I charged outside with my faithful dinner-bell of a rifle. On the way in, I'd spotted something that any survivor would be jealous of: a fixed motorcycle. After running away from any new zombies attracted to the metallic purr of progress emitted by my iron steed, I hit road and took a short joyride, choking out the last bits of fuel from this newly procured speed demon. I came across a pond on way of my destination (Which was not any town specifically, more like another physical embodiment of joy I could exploit for fun among the zed army). Feeling tired, I stopped and drank the liquid form of sweet salvation. Noticing my increasing vulnerability and attachment to this vehicle, I attempted to hide it from those who would also take it from me. Needless to say, I failed and it sits prone by a rock, only available to offer disappointment to survivors as it succumbs to the whims of the elements.

I then made the hike up the hill, hoping to find myself atop a vantage point to search for much needed food. Instead I found a dirt path and blooming from one end of the dirt path, a castle. I plundered the stone husk for its treasure, finding a new sidearm to call my own, even a few more bottles of soda. Useless, all of it. Not a single smear of bean paste on the many empty tin cans I waded through on my meaningless search for sustenance. Now, I wait starving at this unknown castle as my hazy vision yields no answers to the question of my fate.

I apologize for the similarities an erudite man might make between my prose and the leavings of a large animal in advance. It is late here, sweet sleep beckons, and I'm in no mood to read over this difficult story once more as I have lived it, and now lived to spout it out once again.

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Further investigation has revealed that I am at Zub Castle. Fun!

Edited July 18, 2012 by Dr. Cocks

[Blakorr 77]

tl;dr

[Dr. Cocks 5]

tl;dr

Thank you for (not) dedication your time to reading my personal accounts. Your feedback is appreciated and an obviously insightful man such as yourself has broadened my mind and overall improved my time here on earth.

[b00m666 38]

Awesome story but, beans are everywhere, starving or dihydration are never a problem.

[Blakorr 77]

you could improve your time here even more by adopting a more direct writing style instead of all that superfluous lingo. good day, sir.

[BobofTibia 11]

You need some spaces between those sentences, giant walls of text are hard to read.

But, on note, I'm surprised, a new player who didn't die and run off screaming at the game "AJFHSKFH I QUIT THEY CAN SEE YOU WHEN YOU MOVE!!!@?!?@?gJKHSJ"

Very interesting, I never even made my own vehicle so far and I've been playing for going on two weeks,

[Dr. Cocks 5]

Awesome story but, beans are everywhere, starving or dihydration are never a problem.

Haha, I've yet to come across a single food item in my time on DayZ. I thought I'd be dead from a bullet to the midsection before starvation.

Also, the amount of water and liquid I've come across has become simply infuriating, as fighting off dehydration is easy, but useless without food in my stomach.

[Dr. Cocks 5]

you could improve your time here even more by adopting a more direct writing style instead of all that superfluous lingo. good day, sir.

Impressive, a sign of cognizant ability in the mind of this young man? This is progress. Progress indeed.

You need some spaces between those sentences, giant walls of text are hard to read.

But, on note, I'm surprised, a new player who didn't die and run off screaming at the game "AJFHSKFH I QUIT THEY CAN SEE YOU WHEN YOU MOVE!!!@?!?@?gJKHSJ"

Very interesting, I never even made my own vehicle so far and I've been playing for going on two weeks,

I admit the motorcycle was a wonderful find, and I'm sorry I had to put my iron steed down. I'll also space out those paragraphs in future posts. Thanks for the feedback.

[Dr. Cocks 5]

Oh, any tips for finding food while we're at it? I'm fairly certain if I don't wither away to a well-armed husk now, it will be inevitable in the future without help.