I just want to rant, but i love this game

[gant12000 4]

First off i want to say that this game, has swallowed many hours of my life and many evenings. I do love it, and i will keep playing it, regardless of what things annoy me or what things i like. I like the idea of things going south and annoying me when i don't see it coming. I also like to complain about these things, as it often is just easier to do that than it is to try and rationalize it or find a work around or what have you.

This rant, in particular, is of my night prior to this post, and my misadventures of trying to help my new player friends. While we pretend to be a clan, we are just a group of like minded idiot friends playing this game together. We refer to ourselves as the “Fifth Street Cuddles”, which should explain to you how serious we take ourselves. Do not get me wrong, we try and stay alive and do our best to fight zombies and bandits alike, but we all know how that goes sometimes.

To get back onto the topic, last night as me and another made the journey from Berezino all the way to Kamenka to pick up these friends, I did not expect to make it back on the same character. I completely was okay with being killed in any form or capacity. So, once we found two of the three people we were looking for, I will skip the hours of walking in this story as I am not doing a Lord of the Rings style story here, we decided that going to cherno would be a fun idea. And why wouldn’t it? There our four of us, at least 2 of us should be able to make it out.

This is where the story gets fun. When we met the first other survivor, he was wearing a ghilli suit and being very stealthy in his movements. By being very stealthy in his movements, I mean to say he was running around surrounded by zombies, who were constantly hitting him, like he was some sort of damned terminator. This was when we started trying to shoot him, as we were grown up adults and shooting people in a game is totally a mature way to express yourself. When the rounds started hitting him, he merely turned and suddenly everything around us started exploding. At which case, like men, we logged off. That was not fun for us. And no, I did not hit alt f4 or whatever, I click escape and press abort when I log off. Or ctr+alt delete. Like a man.

So we found another server to play in, and began our journey to the hospital for medical supplies as one person took a grenade and lost some blood. When we got to the hospital, I immediately began shooting the glass with my M16, because doors are for idiots in the zombie apocalypse. And after emptying 2 clips into the same window, I realized that perhaps there was a more munition friendly way of doing this. So I ran into the apartment that my friend was searching and began looking at my bag, when suddenly there was a bang and down I went, -9000 blood. At which point I was annoyed, because I hate being shot, it hurts.

I will skip the part of my friends figuring out the next course of actions, for one cannot keep down the gang known as the fifth street cuddles. We are a tough bunch, with our cuddling.

So upon my respawn in otmel, I began my trek back to cherno. When suddenly, there was a bang. Low and behold, I was on the ground again. This of course, made me wonder why someone would waste the ammunition on me like that. So, second respawn, Kamenka, I was eaten by zombies as I was unable to find any weapons. Third respawn, Elektro, awesome I thought. Entered the city with a merry skip in my step. Made it to the grocery store and was picking up food when another bang, down I go for the third time. Upon my respawn, in the same city. I made a mad dash out of the city, when there came another shot and down I went, for the fourth time, clutching my bandages as it was all I had. With each respawn, the loading windows began to overwhelm my senses. When I spawned near balota, I found a hand grenade in the deer stand, which I later lobbed into the fire station and killed someone. REVENGE! Then, bang, down I went with a bullet in me.

Another respawn, Otmel again, ran to the construction site, bang. Bullet in me. My bandages, they knew that I was the only man in the game spawning with solid gold bandages, and my flashlight was holding diamonds.

At this point, I just wanted to live for longer than the loading screens kept me down. Which I did, as I made it to the wilderness to starve to death! Take that jerks.

With each death I became a little wiser, and the final attempt, cherno. Running through the streets with the Benny Hill song in my head I ran into a school, where I found another survivor attempting to go through a bag. With no warning I kissed him aside the head with an ax! Take that you random survivor, and then I saw the clan tag on the kill.

And then I saw the other people around the building with automatic weapons. They didn’t believe me when I said I thought he was a zombie… and down I went again.

So, after almost 5 hours of play, I did finally get out of a town with the best gear in the game. I mean, people kill for this gear all the time, I had learned. That’s right, a bandage, some painkillers, and a flashlight. Take that you bandit jerks.

[crazyshadowdami 1]

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