New Player Survivor Log

[sp86 508]

Just started playing the game this weekend, hit the ground running and decided to record my experiences for posterity.

The following are compiled from scraps of paper scattered around Chernarus.

Entry 1:

I was scouting Elektro at night unarmed and decided to get my ass off the ground, this being the prudent decision when surrounded by both the undead and rival survivors. I surveyed the darkness from my perch when I noted the sudden burning phosphor of a flare being thrown 50 meters from my position, followed by several rapid fire shotgun blasts. The zombies swarmed, and the gunfire died down; I, intrigued and in desperate need of a firearm decided to investigate. I approached cautiously and began throwing flares to distract the shambling corpses. All was going well until I heard a sound unlike anything I'd ever heard before, a high pitched whine followed by a low mechanical sound, not unlike paper ripping. I looked up only to see an A10 piloted by a survivor, its monstrous 30 millimeter cannon strafing flares I had thrown not 30 meters from me. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor when faced with such horrific firepower I retreated.

Entry 2:

Windy mountain forest ... (illegible)-ing building I'd never seen before ... legs bro-(illegible) ... bleeding out ... oh God ...

Entry 3:

Have been saved from imminent death by the timely intervention of Deathbringer, a fellow survivor. He, in a feat of courage and daring raided the Cherno hospital and headed North to my position. Along the way, he encountered signs of another survivor party, namely, a fully operational four by four truck. He used this to expedite his journey to me and render assistance, for which I am eternally grateful. Subsequently, I took over the driving while Death navigated, in an attempt to reach two other friendly survivors, Bailey and Jesse, who we'd been in contact with over the radio. I was able to navigate the 4x4 through the heavily wooded terrain but unfortunately, due to Death's directions we wound up in Bolota, a military town typically rife with asshole survivors. Upon passing the train station, we began taking fire, possibly from the previous owners of our stolen vehicle. I, not waiting to get shot, turned around and drove at full speed through heavily wooded terrain, before Death and I both withdrew to safety.

Entry: 4:

Jesse and Bailey have rendezvoused with a fifth survivor named Einkil. They redistributed several of their consumable supplies and a highly valuable sidearm, but due to some confusion, we were unable to immediately rally with them. Death and I decided to take a small village with full force, there were far more zombies than either of us had anticipated, but we both escaped relatively unscathed. Found nothing of value.

Entry 5:

Have rallied with Jesse and Bailey, and the four of us have begun heading North towards Storoi? Fucking Russian towns ...

Entry 6:

unknown survivor contact, 2, north, digging in ...

withdrawing

Entry 7:

BUNNY! Dropped with single 5.45 round after a short chase. Tasty.

Entry 8:

Jesse seems annoyed with my attempts to add levity to the situation. I think Jesse might be carrying sand around in his vagina.

I wonder what else he can store in there.

Entry 9:

After a brief discussion we decided to head back south to hit the high value residential sectors of elektro, as we believe this to be safer than the other nearby alternatives, and we really need new maps, bigger packs ... Matches. I need matches.

Entry 10:

Ambushed ... everythings ... going dark ... I feel funny.

Entry 11:

After my brush with death I'm not feeling especially cautious or charitable, and my fear has been stripped from me. As I write this, I'm sprinting from Kalenka to Elektro, an axe over my shoulder, fifteen zombies nipping at my heels ... Maybe I should focus on running.

Entry 12:

Hear Jesse whining over the radio. Met up with Bailey. Don't give a shit anymore. My axe is covered with zombie guts, and I'm having fun. Every giggle, every shout of success Bailey seems to sink deeper with me on my descent to madness.

Entry 13:

Thought I saw Bailey walking around outside, found out it wasn't him, shot, dropped. When me and Bailey went to investigate we were beset on all sides on account of my hilariously loud firearm. I was not in the mood for that shit, so we having more ammo than brains, proceeded to kill every mother fucker in the immediate area. Upon further inspection Bailey determined the survivor I shot was not in fact dead, so I whispered encouragement to him, and then shot him in the face. Good stuff on his body. Bailey and I decided to head west to Bolota airfields.

Entry 14:

I am currently pinned down by a combination of precision weapons fire and pursuing zombies. When bailey and I reached the air strip we found little. On our way out, I spotted a truck moving towards us. Bailey wasn't fast enough, he popped smoke to cover his escape but the truck ran him down.

I want this asshole's face.

Entry 15:

After a close encounter with the truck's front fender I'm back in Bolota. Bailey and I are together again and we both have better armament than we did on first approach, however, we are critically short on ammo. It'll be dark soon, and we're both so tired. We cut a B-line to our designated rally point. No encounters worth mentioning along the way, except for a sheep that I shot in the face.

Entry 16:

Received Radio communication from two other survivors, directed them to the rally point. One, Nathan, proceeded to head in the wrong direction for almost an hour. The other, Chris, a woman, made it to within half a kilometer of the rally point and then was promptly shot while heading along a road.

Entry 17:

Linked up with Nathan and waited for nightfall, then headed to Chris's position, hitting Pepperidge farms along the way; Nathan managed to get an old Winchester Hunting Shotgun. Afterwards we hooked south, careful to avoid Cherno as I was low on ammo, and found Chris cowering on the beach. Decided to hit Bolota.

Entry 18:

Came away from Bolota with an AKS74U, a couple mags, and the distinct impression that these two are going to get me killed.

Entry 19:

Decided to hook west for the rich military targets. Chris lost her pack somehow. I shot a cow. Still convinced these two are going to get me killed.

Journal Entry 20:

Linked back up with Nathan, swung north. Received a radio communication from another survivor named Arron. Decided to head south to meet up.

Journal Entry 21:

Collected Arron, moving towards Jesse's group which consists of him, Bailey, Ein and Death. Lost briefly, made up time. Rendezvoused at Pepperidge farms. Proceeded to scare the shit out of Jesse when I killed every zombie in the immediate area. With six people moving in a group we decided to hit Cherno.

Journal Entry 22:

Cherno ain't shit.

Journal Entry 23:

Death got infected when we were in Cherno, I'm pretty sure he coughed on me the asshat. Jesse took Ein and Arron and withdrew to the rally point. Bailey and I remained to cover Death's stuff while he rejoined our position. While waiting another survivor approached. We drew bead and challenged, Bailey chased her for a bit, but we let her go.

Journal Entry 24:

Bailey, Death and I are going to hit Starry. Fun stuff.

Journal Entry 25:

Hit Starry, no hostile survivors, I have more ammo than I know what to do with, so I've been dropping pretty much everything in sight much to Bailey and Death's annoyance. Got lost again ... Bailey fucked up the map. Jesse rejoined us in Starry, and we plotted a raid on the airfield.

Journal 26:

Despite me shooting Death and Jesse shooting Bailey we made it through the Northwest Airfield without complications. Death used his new sniper rifle to limited effect, I depopulated a small village worth of zombies. We picked up a new M4 to bring back to our fellow survivors but Jesse managed to lose it in a pile of corpses. Couldn't find a vehicle, so we hiked back to Rally.

Journal 27:

Almost shot Jesse playing a practical joke. I maintain this makes it funnier.

Journal Entry 28:

Headed with several other members of the crew to link up with the newest member of the party, Mogawa. Heard whispers that several more friendly survivors might be about to join our ranks, am starting to feel like Lord Humongous. We walked him through Cherno as easily as the last time we were there, busting zombie heads like we actually knew what the hell we're doing. Met up with a friendly survivor on the outskirts, saved his life from several zombies that were swarming him, patched him up and sent him on his way; feels good man. Nice to know after all this we're still human. Apparently the good karma paid off because we ran into two other survivors with high powered weaponry, but they were friendly as well, or perhaps they were just intimidated by our substantial number and the fact we'd caught them flatfooted.

Journal Entry 29:

While heading back to Rally to meet with Arron we encountered something we'd never seen before, the whole horizon appeared as though it were on fire. We deviated to investigate and eventually followed the fire and smoke to its source, an A10 that had crashed into a small field outside Pusta. I only hope it's that bastard who strafed me a couple days ago. I hope he got cancer and crashed, but survived the crash and died from flaming cancer.

Journal Entry 30:

Have encountered some difficulty, while preparing a raid against Elektro five of us suddenly lost consciousness and were teleported instantly to the coast. Upon further investigation we were able to find other survivors that had suffered similar fates, and several more that had been hung by their necks in a grisly display. What sort of monstrous thing could do this?

Journal Entry 31:

The crew mustered at Elektro, nine of us all together I think, and we did to Elektro what we'd been doing to Cherno. We own this city. Mogawa got crushed by a door. I'm not 100% where doors fit in the hierarchy of danger, but I'm pretty sure it goes Trucks, Bandits, Friendly Fire, Doors, Survivors, Zombies, Cows, A10's. So we own the city ... Just not the doors.

Journal Entry 32:

Several of us were downed in a Kamikaze attack by a bandit at the grocery store while helping another friendly survivor. Fuck karma.

Journal Entry 33:

Got reports of a tractor moving along the road at high speed. Yeh, right.

Journal entry 35:

Was sprinting along the road at full speed to Elektro when I spotted a tractor. I was ... surprised to say the very least. He honked his horn, and I stood to the side of the road, saluting. He hauled ass past me without incident and I continued to Elektro.

Journal Entry 35:

We regrouped in Elektro, redistributing supplies and waiting for the last few stragglers. While running security, Bailey spotted a survivor in the apartment building adjacent to the grocery store, he asked who it was and was responded to with precision fire from a high caliber weapon, rendering him bleeding, crippled and unconscious. After a short deliberation Nathan rushed in like a hero to rescue Bailey, administering emergency first aid and saving his life. I meanwhile, was running security on a nearby rooftop, and managed to spot the bastard through a window with my binoculars. I drew my Kobra, said a little prayer to anyone who was listening and fired two shots through the glass. Both struck home; we picked his body clean and moved on.

Journal Entry 36:

We reached Rally as a group and decided to take a short break before to plan our next major raid. We settled on Starry before bedding down for a few short minutes. When we woke, Bailey had fallen off a rock and severely injured himself. We were unable to locate his equipment. Also not sure where rocks fit on the hierarchy of danger.

Journal Entry 37:

Marched to Starry like bosses singing songs and fucking around as we went. The raid went off with a hitch, except for somebody shooting Deathbringer again. After putting his ass back together we elected to try another raid on the Northwest Airfield.

Journal Entry 38:

I'm not sure what happened ... We saw a helicopter crash, threw caution to the wind and moved on it. Chris spotted a survivor, Bailey confirmed, but I never saw them. The shooting started, I couldn't get a bead. It was a flurry of shots and explosions and I'm not sure what happened until we started taking precision fire from an unknown source. Our own sniper, Deathbringer, was of little use. Next time somebody in our group fires without at least letting me move forward and challenge they're getting field executed, I swear to Buddha.

Edited July 23, 2012 by sp86

[inch 40]

Nice one.

[thehumandove 344]

Awesome. Glad to see another creative player

[Scrumilation 16]

Entry is every time you enter the server or every day?

[sp86 508]

Entry is every time you enter the server or every day?

It's just every encounter or note worth writing about. This all happened over three days.

Edited July 23, 2012 by sp86

[sp86 508]

Journal Entry 39:

After the debacle at the airfield I decided to go night raiding. Reached the outskirts of Elektro, managed to infiltrate unseen. Popped flares in the center of town and went to work. Managed to recover my tools in record time, as well as a Government .45 and plenty of rounds. Looks like things are going my way again.

Journal Entry 40:

Bandit ... shot me in the back and left me bleeding ... son of a bitch.

Journal Entry 41:

Hitting Cherno this time, can see flares already, but I'll be quick about it. Found another .45 in the train station ... I should really find out if this is a colt or a springfield ... I mean I know it kills zombies good but it's all about brand loyalty. Kitting up quickly again, even found a toolkit, which is swell, because for some reason there's concertina wire everywhere.

Journal Entry 42:

Got knocked unconcious when I tried to throw a flare, man I'd almost forgotten that zombies are dangerous. Tonight is just not my night.

Journal Entry 43:

Made contact with several other members of the crew, resolved to meet in Elektro, only problem is most of them can't find it in the day time. Arron especially ... That boy couldn't find his own ass with both hands and a pair of NVG's. Met a random while walking. Named Colty, said he was new and asked if he could tag along. Seeing as how he hadn't yet tried to murder me with the hatchet he was carrying I agreed. We hit the hospital first, patched each other up and then pushed in.

Journal Entry 44:

Chris just showed up dragging a pain train, Colty and I cleaned them off her fairly expertly. While in the school Chris spotted another survivor in the grocery store, she was more amused by the fact that he was black than the fact he wasn't shooting us. I'm seriously beginning to question my loyalty to these people.

Journal Entry 45:

Met up with Death, who insisted on being called Ravander from now on. I'm going to start calling him Debby behind his back, it's what he gets for being such a fucking downer. Debby, Chris, Zack, Colty and I hit the Power Station Fire House and then split up, the three of us heading to the rally and leaving the two randoms to deal with each other.

Journal Entry 46:

Debby and Chris had to stop to deal with their lady parts or something, I should have had the foresight to move out of the open, especially after lighting elektro up like a goddamned bonfire. Someone had picked up our trail, and we took fire from behind us fifty meters after we came out of a treeline. Chris took a hit and dropped unconcious, Debby hit the deck and then got drilled, killing him instantly. I had no choice but to bug out. Whoever it was had no trouble picking us off in the dark and I wasn't keen to start over again.

Journal Entry 47:

Called in Reinforcements, linked up with Jesse, Debby, Arron, Bailey and Chris. Headed back into Elektro to get kitted up again. The highlight of the trip was finding a bus, a fully functional bus, who would've thunk it. Only problem was someone had driven it into an alley in such a way that it had smashed into one building and wedged against another. None of us were able to pry it lose, so we looted the back and used it as target practice.

Journal Entry 48:

Got lost on the way to Rally. Debby is losing his shit I swear to God.

Journal Entry 49:

Last Night we made it to Rally just fine, but I heard over the radio this morning that after I had camped out the others had gone on, and through a series of increasingly escalated fuck-ups Debby freaked out and shot Arron. Damn that's cold.

Edited July 24, 2012 by sp86

[mad_orbitz 5]

I enjoyed reading all of your entrys!!

[sp86 508]

I enjoyed reading all of your entrys!!

Never played a game so defined by gameplay. Games like Skyrim and Modern Shooters, they run on pure spectacle. DayZ is ... Unique I guess.

[sarcasm]At least until WarZ comes out.[/sarcasm]

[mad_orbitz 5]

Never played a game so defined by gameplay. Games like Skyrim and Modern Shooters, they run on pure spectacle. DayZ is ... Unique I guess.

[sarcasm]At least until WarZ comes out.[/sarcasm]

Yea i signed up for the beta :D cannot wait.