First vehicle you ever drove?

[DancingBear 168]

I tried every vehicle before going to dayz obviously, but my very first on the game was hiding in a perfect condition near the coast up north

[discombobulated 27]

The first vehicle I drove? Interesting story, to me anyway. So I was fairly new to the game at the time. But I knew I wanted up North, away from the spawning towns and to find me some good loot at either Stary or the NW Airfield. To my joy I actually made it to both, hitting up Stary just before heading to the Airfield for a quick barracks run.

This is the part of the story that may be a bit hazy, it happened a while ago, but what I do know is I got knocked out by one or more Zeds. By the time I regained conciousness, killed said Zed, and bandaged myself, I had a little under 1000 blood. No meat on me, but the tools to acquire and cook some, I head North, or West (maybe even South) of the airfield in search of some animal to save my life.

Ever been alive on 1000 blood? Black and white blurriness that is almost impossible to see anything with, not even a compass 1 inch in front of my face.

Again, the haziness strikes and cannot recall in full detail what exactly happened, but finding no animals, and bypassing some buildings a little too closely, I'm now running for my life with 2 or 3 zombies that I can pretty much only hear chasing me.

Running across a field, not even sure what I was attempting to achieve now, since I couldn't have shot the zombies if I tried, I hear a rumble in the distance. It gets closer and closer, and I know that it is the do or die moment. But then sadly, the noise shoots from one ear to the other in my headphones, as I see a Ural shaped blur cross my path maybe 100 meters in front of me. (Absolutely gob smacked I hadn't been shot or run over by them, they really did pass pretty close, and a train of Zeds led by one guy can't be too inconspicuous running through the centre of a field). The only consolation was that it was heading for a group of trees a little to the left of where I was running currently.

Perfect I thought, they have to be parking that there as a stash, and it might just save my life. At this point I had fully accepted that I was probably going to die, so I wasn't too bothered about even getting shot by the group who must have owned it. With renewed vigour I sprint after the truck noise, as its distinct blur had disappeared into the trees.

My vigour ran out fairly quickly as the truck got quieter and further away into the distance, until I could hear it no more. With nothing to lose I keep running, no wavering from my line I keep going in the last known direction of the truck, getting more and more aware that it had been a considerable amount of time since I had last passed out, and was surprised to have made it this far really, but it is all random chance.

And there it was, in all it's glory, A nice Ural, civilian model, parked right in front of me at the edge of the woods I had run through. Salvation, I thought, I really could make it out of this one alive, and with (potentially) some good gear in the back of this beast of a vehicle. I don't bother looking to see who was about, it would have only ended up with a death by Zed had I done anything other than run up to the drivers side door, get in and get the fuck out of dodge.

I was ecstatic, I had done it. Beaten the odds of randomly falling unconscious, beaten the Zeds that had been chasing me for so long, I could have wept. My foot hit the pedal and I got a little Braveheart-ish, screaming FREEDOM as I floored that glorious vehicle to victory. Well, that sounds nice but As I was driving off about 4 or 5 different guns start pelting hot bits of lead my way, I would say I was glad they were a terrible shot and couldn't hit me. But had they been so bad as to miss the Ural then I don't think they would be playing a game with shooting mechanics.

My saviour started to die slowly, as wheels were shot off, and resigning to my fate I switch the engine off and sit there, waiting for that one bullet to end me. Then inspiration strikes, I start to type rapidly into the chat: "Does anyone fancy helping me instead of shooting me?" I was not expecting it to work, but you may as well try your options when someone is using your head to knock on deaths door.

And then it happens, I died. Haha. Sorry for the anti-climax guys, but this is the stuff that can only happen in this game, and I loved that encounter as much as I love the other random stuff that happens. I wish I could remember more of the little details, but honestly, all the main parts are there. Sorry for the super long post, but it's not much of a story if I only use the last few paragraphs, I hope you enjoyed anyway.

[sostronk 334]

An ATV. First time I spent a whole night playing the game and one of the most fun times Ive had playing the game. Me a 2 friends started with 1 ATV and by the end of the night we had 3 (which was our goal, well we aimed to have 2 but the third one ended up happening). Towards the end of the night I rolled mine and couldn't get it back up. Then we rolled another one and couldnt get it back up. Back to 1 after a night of fun.

[morgan32 403]

The first vehicle I drove? Interesting story, to me anyway. So I was fairly new to the game at the time. But I knew I wanted up North, away from the spawning towns and to find me some good loot at either Stary or the NW Airfield. To my joy I actually made it to both, hitting up Stary just before heading to the Airfield for a quick barracks run.

This is the part of the story that may be a bit hazy, it happened a while ago, but what I do know is I got knocked out by one or more Zeds. By the time I regained conciousness, killed said Zed, and bandaged myself, I had a little under 1000 blood. No meat on me, but the tools to acquire and cook some, I head North, or West (maybe even South) of the airfield in search of some animal to save my life.

Ever been alive on 1000 blood? Black and white blurriness that is almost impossible to see anything with, not even a compass 1 inch in front of my face.

Again, the haziness strikes and cannot recall in full detail what exactly happened, but finding no animals, and bypassing some buildings a little too closely, I'm now running for my life with 2 or 3 zombies that I can pretty much only hear chasing me.

Running across a field, not even sure what I was attempting to achieve now, since I couldn't have shot the zombies if I tried, I hear a rumble in the distance. It gets closer and closer, and I know that it is the do or die moment. But then sadly, the noise shoots from one ear to the other in my headphones, as I see a Ural shaped blur cross my path maybe 100 meters in front of me. (Absolutely gob smacked I hadn't been shot or run over by them, they really did pass pretty close, and a train of Zeds led by one guy can't be too inconspicuous running through the centre of a field). The only consolation was that it was heading for a group of trees a little to the left of where I was running currently.

Perfect I thought, they have to be parking that there as a stash, and it might just save my life. At this point I had fully accepted that I was probably going to die, so I wasn't too bothered about even getting shot by the group who must have owned it. With renewed vigour I sprint after the truck noise, as its distinct blur had disappeared into the trees.

My vigour ran out fairly quickly as the truck got quieter and further away into the distance, until I could hear it no more. With nothing to lose I keep running, no wavering from my line I keep going in the last known direction of the truck, getting more and more aware that it had been a considerable amount of time since I had last passed out, and was surprised to have made it this far really, but it is all random chance.

And there it was, in all it's glory, A nice Ural, civilian model, parked right in front of me at the edge of the woods I had run through. Salvation, I thought, I really could make it out of this one alive, and with (potentially) some good gear in the back of this beast of a vehicle. I don't bother looking to see who was about, it would have only ended up with a death by Zed had I done anything other than run up to the drivers side door, get in and get the fuck out of dodge.

I was ecstatic, I had done it. Beaten the odds of randomly falling unconscious, beaten the Zeds that had been chasing me for so long, I could have wept. My foot hit the pedal and I got a little Braveheart-ish, screaming FREEDOM as I floored that glorious vehicle to victory. Well, that sounds nice but As I was driving off about 4 or 5 different guns start pelting hot bits of lead my way, I would say I was glad they were a terrible shot and couldn't hit me. But had they been so bad as to miss the Ural then I don't think they would be playing a game with shooting mechanics.

My saviour started to die slowly, as wheels were shot off, and resigning to my fate I switch the engine off and sit there, waiting for that one bullet to end me. Then inspiration strikes, I start to type rapidly into the chat: "Does anyone fancy helping me instead of shooting me?" I was not expecting it to work, but you may as well try your options when someone is using your head to knock on deaths door.

And then it happens, I died. Haha. Sorry for the anti-climax guys, but this is the stuff that can only happen in this game, and I loved that encounter as much as I love the other random stuff that happens. I wish I could remember more of the little details, but honestly, all the main parts are there. Sorry for the super long post, but it's not much of a story if I only use the last few paragraphs, I hope you enjoyed anyway.

Great story! I know how it is to be legging around with a black-white screen outblurred at max, kind of a good feeling, actually.