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This is our story? No this is not OUR story.

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No we do not get to choose our story, its chosen for us, allow me to write how my average story would go in the perspective of the in game me, then translate to the real me's perspective.

Day 1: I woke up on the beach somewhere all i remember was running along the shore looking for any signs of life, all around me but oddly only coming from buildings i saw them, horrible creatures that look like humans but they run like olympic athletes, all of them, even the fat ones, and for some odd reason they cant run through buildings, it might be the enclosed space, pehapse they are clusterphobic, or however that words spelled, anyway i eventually made it to a big russian city, couldnt tell what its called i dont know, it had a 3 in the name, ill just call it elektro, made it into the town found a can of god damn sardines, i hate sardines, oh and not to mention more tin cans than a homeless mans hovel.

Day 2: Woke up in the same grocery store, but everythings changed, nothing is where it was, i found more food, cans of beans and pasta, but for some odd reason, no canned soup, or meat or anything, and what i wouldnt do for a FULL whisky bottle, i guess ill move on, i found a gun, a Makarov PM, its a nice little pistol, i shot a zombie with it, took 8 shots to the head to take it down, i could have thrown the damn thing at it and it probably would have took it down faster, and made less noise, i think ill head into the forest with the supplies i have found and see what i can find, i heard a good 15KM away is a military base, may find some real firepower up there.

Day 3: i made it up to that military base, found a really nice gun, and some people, they were not friendly, i avoided them as best i could but one saw me, didnt even think to ask if i was friendly, just shot at me, i ran until i got back to elektro, there was a man in elektro, he didnt have a gun and he was fearful of me, he had a beard, a really dirty beard that was stained in blood, i offered him a can of beans, he approached warily but began to trust, when i saw my spoiles, he has a pair of Night Vison Goggles, i couldnt help myself, greed took over and i shot him with my makarov, i dont even feel bad, they are mine, my own, my... precious.

Day 7: I finds me a nice hill to hides behind yeas GOLLUM GOLLUM, they wont thinks to finds me there oh no no no no no, i will be safes here with my precious GOLLUM, i hears the tricksy noises all around, i can only leaves to find a nice rocks to eat, or if ims lucky, a sheeeeeeep. No waters around, must go back and find drinkses, they wont findes me oh no no no, i travels by nights and hides yeas, ill keep my precious safe yeas, GOLLUM GOLLUM.

Day 13: NOES, ITS GONE MY PRECIOUS IS GONE. I WILL FINDS THE TRICKSIES AND RIP THEM NOES. GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE I MUST FINDES IT.

Day 17: I founds them, they haves it, they are taking it to the misty peak to hides it from me, they dont knows that i knows they have it, i will get it froms them and have the precious all to my selfes, i will waits until nightfalls and sneaks in and takes it.

Day 18: I HAVES IT, I HAVES THE PRECIOUS IT IS MINE ONCE MORE, I BROKE THEIR TENTESES AND TOOK THE PRECIOUS AS MY OWN, WHATS IS THIS! HOW DID THEY FINDS ME NOES I AM DOOMED.

Translation, The player spawns on the coast and runs to elektro, finds food gear and guns, heads to NW airfield finds players and has a fire fight, runs back to elektro to get gear again, finds stuff and goes north to hide it from everyone, his stuff gets raided by hackers, so the player goes and raids a camp and gets his stuff back, and then hackers teleport to him and kill him, Typical day in Dayz. This isnt our story, our story gets chosen for us by all the hackers/exploiters, once this is fixed then mabey it could be our story but not now.

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Ahh, for a moment I thought this entire post had a point. Then I realized it was just cleverly hidden crying about hacking.

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It'd be like you're half way through painting a masterpiece and someone came in and said it looked like shit. It's just like that.

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Convoluted.

But this really IS a sandbox. That's not MY story. And I have quite a few of them.

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