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May 24, 2014 1:34:53 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 1:34:53 GMT
And we all said that TWD was depressing. Holy shit this game makes me depressed. I walked around for hours, acquiring loot, and prepping myself to go into the big city. I'm not sure which big city it was, all I know is that I saw several fresh spawns climb to the top of a water tank only to commit suicide. Once I finally got into the city on the railroad, I heard the second bullet in the game. I say the second, because I may have heard one earlier, but I know of a glitch that makes melee weapons make gun sounds, and I had just received the first of those at the time. Regardless, the first one hit me in the leg. It didn't break my leg, I just started to bleed. Naturally, I freaked the fuck out, found a good place to bandage up, and bandaged up. In that house, I found a first aid kit. Full of real bandages, an iv drip, and an empty needle. I waited, tried to see my attacker, and when I didn't, I charged to the top of a nearby hill in search of this motherfucker. I think I found him. I say I think, because I found a hill where zombies were going apeshit, there was a giant radio tower with several grated floors, and I took three more bullets, one of which broke my arm. That was a problem, because I had attracted all of the zombies that were fucking around there, and my only weapon was a sickle. I continued to fucking book. Behind me, in the direction of the tower, I saw three of the four zombies fall dead in one fell swoop. I focused on what was in front of me, and dodged in and out of trees. I zig zagged. I did everything I could. Somewhere along the way, that fourth zombie died. When I found a nice hillside, and had gone 5 or so minutes with no gunshots, I took a second to bandage up. Feeling good about my situation, I began to take a more careful approach. I crouch-walked through the forest. Stopping at every sound I heard, as I was in no position to handle zombies, nor HIM. BANG The crack of his rifle rang out through the forest. Thankfully, I had not been hit. I stood up, and sprinted away. Three or four more shots rang out, and I knew that he would never relent. Eventually. I found a similar, yet smaller and different town along the railroad. I searched in desperation. If I were to not find anything here, then I may as well give up. I found... A red pen? Maybe that's sharp enough to open a can? Wishful thinking at best. Stupid at worst. Regardless, it didn't work. Going through my inventory, it became apparent to me that everything I had was completely and totally ruined, save my boots and my beanie. My puff jacket? Done for. My hunting pants? Completely worthless. My child sized man-bag? Ruined as well. I ran to another building, and was met with a zombie. I tried to fight him, but I simply couldn't. Half of my swings didn't connect, and after every three or so, my character would randomly lower his weapon. Likely a symptom of a broken arm. I had no choice but to run. I ran in and out of buildings, hoping to find something. Anything. Nothing appeared. Nothing except more zombies, anyways. Eventually, I came across a couple of ladders to the flat and cover-less rooftop of a factory, and I figured, Why the fuck not? I'm gonna die regardless, may as well look wherever I can. The zombies didn't follow me up.
Lucky me. A single Pepsi can. That's all I found. I decided to have some balls, and drink it out in the open, just as a final 'fuck you' to the asshole trying to kill me. His rifle disrupted the ambiance of rain falling, zombies moaning, and nice cold Pepsi flowing down my throat. I ran back to the ladder I entered on. Zombies were still fucking around. The fall would kill me, for sure. No point in that. He would just come in and clean out the zombies himself, if I jumped down there. Running around the perimeter of the factory, I saw a low roof. The fall still probably would kill me, but that didn't bug me so much. All I wanted was for him to not be able to loot my body. I took a final step, and watched as this poor fellow fell. You are dead.
Do you guys have any cool stories to share about DayZ? What do you think about the game?
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May 24, 2014 4:02:34 GMT
Post by Rock114 on May 24, 2014 4:02:34 GMT
Didn't we already have a DayZ thread? I remember posting a story in it. Anyways, here's a different story than my other one. This was back in the dayz (funny pun, right guys?) before the standalone, so it was just the ARMA II mod. It was my first day, but my friend Danny was showing me the ropes. He was decently geared out, with a Lee Enfield, a sidearm which I believe was a Colt. 45, a hatchet, a map, and several cans of food and soda. He took me around Elektro to get me geared up, and I ended up finding my own weapons, including a .45 just like his and a hatchet. I was feeling pretty on top of things as we continued to stealth through the outskirts of the city, until we saw him. Another player. Just some guy entering the office building that we had been making our way towards. We only saw him, so it was two on one and we were decently armed. We decided to move in and take him on, having the feeling of security that numerical superiority usually brings. We covered the open ground to the office building almost immediately and we slipped inside unseen. We went room to room, one of us covering the hall while the other searched the rooms in search of this guy. We found him on the second floor. This guy was actually cool. Like me, he was a pretty new player so he hadn't yet devolved into the "shoot on sight" mentality. Danny and I decided to let him tag along with us. He was armed, and we could use an extra gun traversing this hellhole of a city on our way to loot the supermarket, then the fire station for some weapons. Before leaving, we searched the rest of the office building and Danny hit the jackpot: he found a grenade. Score. The three of us began creeping toward our destination, but things, as I would come to learn, usually tended to go wrong. This time was no different. Just outside the supermarket an errant zombie stumbled into us. We hadn't seen him in time, and Danny fired off a shot from his Enfield and got the bastard right in the chest, killing the thing instantly. We were in the middle of the city when he fired. I learned right then and there that the Lee Enfield's nickname of "The Dinner Bell" was well deserved. We were swarmed. The new guy and myself took positions at the entrance of the supermarket while Danny looted it, holding off the undead as best we could. After thinking that we had been decently kitted out, we quickly discovered how wrong we had been. Almost as quickly as our ammo began to ran out. I was down to two clips, one in the gun and one in my pocket, when Danny screamed that we were hauling ass toward the fire station. We had a better chance of finding weapons there, which became our only hope of fughting off the horde that had gathered for us. We scampered out the back and proceeded to haul ass toward what we considered a safe haven. But things, once again, went wrong. I got tagged by a zombie on the way. He blindsided me from a bush and broke my leg almost instantly. With the horde closing in, I emptied an entire magazine into his chest. I cried out that I was down, and Danny rushed over to help me. He administered a bandage and morphine, his last morphine, to get me on my feet. The third guy was covering us. They closed in around us as we sprinted for the inside of the fire station but I was fading fast. That asshole had gotten me good. Colors were washing out and things were going blurry as I hovered near the edge of death while I looted the fire station. Danny and our friend were holding the line, but the gunfire continued to attract zombies. I searched that fire station high and low, but all I found were a clip or two for Danny's Enfield and a Coke. We were fucked. There was no way out for us. Trapped, injured, and low on ammo we prepared to make a final stand. Standing there, braced for the next, probably final, wave, I realized that we didn't have to die. Not all of us, at least. I was messed up bad, with only about 4-5000 blood left. I wouldn't be making it out, but maybe, just maybe my friends could if I nutted up and did what needed to be done. I told Danny and the new guy what I was planning, then I readied my Colt. I had seven rounds and I intended to make sure that not one of them went to waste as I stepped out of the fire station and into the lot in front of it. About a dozen zombies were there, with more coming from the surrounding city. I charged the zombies in the lot, popping off rounds as I drew closer and drawing the horde to me. I ran out of ammo after killing perhaps five of them. I took out my hatchet, determined to go down swinging while my two friends slipped out the side of the fire station and made for the hills to the north. I swung and swung, killing two of them before I took a bad hit. Color didn;t exist for me any more as I hit the ground with a broken leg, unable to even stand as the remaining members of the horde converged on me. I took a final one down by slicing up his legs. Danny yelled to me that he and the other guy had made it out of the fire station and that no zombies had followed them: they were focusing on me. A small sense of accomplishment came to me as Danny provided me with a parting gift: his grenade. He threw it into the horde around me. I took one last hit from a zombie, then a deafening BOOM overwhelmed my senses and my character's vision went completely black. YOU ARE DEAD But my friends weren't.
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May 24, 2014 4:04:29 GMT
Post by Michael7123 on May 24, 2014 4:04:29 GMT
Just a question, but is the standalone still really buggy?
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May 24, 2014 4:08:40 GMT
Post by Rock114 on May 24, 2014 4:08:40 GMT
I would have no idea. I've only played the mod version.
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May 24, 2014 4:51:14 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 4:51:14 GMT
Just a question, but is the standalone still really buggy? Relatively. Zombies and indoor areas still don't mix well (though that is to change in the next update, as the team found a far better way to do pathfinding, and are currently implementing it), and I've heard that ladders and tall spots don't work well. For instance, apparently, if you stand on some of the higher balconies in some of the bigger cities, you can just randomly die. And also, when getting off ladders, it's possible that you don't actually get onto where you're supposed to go, and you just fall to your death. Then again, I've never seen those myself, and those reports are pretty dated. The only big glitch I've heard of recently was from a friend. He was in a fire fight, and he got shot. He walked into a safe spot. The inside of a crane. There were no openings, other than the door, which enemies could not get a clear shot through, and my friend was watching it intently as he bandaged up. However, he randomly died. However, despite this, these horrible glitches (aside from the zombies inside thing) are rare. That glitch was the first thing that ever killed my friend. And he has a shit ton of hours into the game.
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May 24, 2014 4:57:14 GMT
Post by Zeruis on May 24, 2014 4:57:14 GMT
Man, I love reading DayZ stories!
It would be even better if they release a Mac port of it.
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May 24, 2014 4:58:13 GMT
Post by Rock114 on May 24, 2014 4:58:13 GMT
So Harp, you got any more stories? I like hashing out DayZ experiences with people, but I don't have much opportunity to.
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May 24, 2014 5:03:09 GMT
Post by Michael7123 on May 24, 2014 5:03:09 GMT
I need to get this game. My parents will likely be generous since I never had a proper birthday (due to a death in the family) and graduation coming up.
So if anyone wants to hero mode servers on the standalone, let me know.
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May 24, 2014 5:03:58 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 5:03:58 GMT
I love DayZ stories. They're my favorite part of the game. So much crazy shit happens to you. Eventually, the game becomes the basis for a pissing contest with close friends. Who got the cooler story? Who dealt with bandits in the best way? How many people did you meet? It's fucking great.
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May 24, 2014 5:05:59 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 5:05:59 GMT
I need to get this game. My parents will likely be generous since I never had a proper birthday (due to a death in the family) and graduation coming up. So if anyone wants to hero mode servers on the standalone, let me know. Oh... Well... Sorry for your loss. I hate saying that, but... There's nothing else to say, and I don't want to leave that unaccounted for. Regardless, dude, I'm down to play DayZ with you. Just ask your parents. That would be fucking awesome. The only problem would be meeting up. I suppose we could meet up by just running along the railroad.
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May 24, 2014 5:14:02 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 5:14:02 GMT
So Harp, you got any more stories? I like hashing out DayZ experiences with people, but I don't have much opportunity to. One more, but it isn't anywhere near as grand. And that first one wasn't grand at all. It was my first time playing the game. I spawned in. I ran around for several hours, and found nothing of note. Actually, I found nothing at all. Eventually I figured out how to put the battery in my flashlight, and turn it on. After a couple hours of literally finding nothing in the dark, I decided to see how easy it was to die. I found the first zombie in my whole time playing, and I gave myself to it. I alt tabbed, and talked on the forum for a little while. When I alt tabbed back in, it was STILL trying to kill me, and the only progress it had made was that now I was kinda bleeding. I decided to punch it to death, and once I succeeded, I realized how fucked I was. I was starving, thirsty, bleeding, and wet. As I bled to the point of crawling, I tore my shirt into rags, and bandaged myself. After half an hour of waiting for death so I could try again, I logged off. Several months later, I logged back on, and I ended up crawling for several hours, before alt tabbing out again, and fucking around on the forums. When I alt tabbed back in, my shirt was gone. Nothing else. Just the shirt. A couple minutes later, I saw another zombie, and let him kill me. This time, death came quick.
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May 24, 2014 5:26:10 GMT
Post by Rock114 on May 24, 2014 5:26:10 GMT
I'll be getting the standalone eventually, but for now, since you guys seem to love DayZ stories and I've got a few more, here's another. It's much less badass than the last two, and... well, just read it.
I'd been playing for a few weeks by this point so I had a greater experience, knowledge of the coast and loot spawns, and a decent plan for heading north. I had an Alice Pack (20 slot backpack, an AK74 which I loved as much as life itself, a map, GPS tracker, the works. I'd bought ARMA 2 and Oeration Arrowhead (the two games needed for the mod) for my friend Nate (yes, the same Nate from my story on the other Day Z thread) and we were scavenging for supplies in Elektro. It was his third or fourth time playing, but working with me he'd managed to get his hands on a sidearm, a hatchet, his own pack (smaller than Alive, but still decent) and his very own Crossbow.
It was in the middle of the day when we slipped into the supermarket. Bad memories of the first time I'd been here with Danny and the other player were wuickly pushed aside as we went about our looting, ever alert for bandits. After a few weeks of surviving Chernarus, I'd learned the hard way that human players were far more terrifying and relentless than the undead. Nate and I were making preparations for one of our expeditions to the north, and our current task was to stock up on food. I began looting the back while Nate said he'd watch out for bandits coming from the front of the building. I found a few rounds for my revolver, some cans of food and a Coke. I hoped that when we moved on to the front of the store we could find a map for Nate and some matches for a fire.
I emerged from the back of the store behind the counter to the main market area. As always I was alert for threats and comforted only by the assault rifle in my hands. I didn't expect to see anything, but it always paid to be wary.
A quick flash of movement caught my eye. It was brief but it was there. Then it happened again, but this time I was expecting it. Someone was running behind the shelves in the front, crouched! They had to be trying to sneak up on me and Nate, hoping to get the jump on us for some easy loot. "Nate, we've got a bandit in front! He's behind the shelves!" I called out. Nate swore out loud. The bastard behind the shelves leaped up, standing now, and began sprinting toward me! A weapon was in his hand but I couldn't see what it was. All I knew is that it was deadly and that he was coming straight for me. I couldn't wait for Nate to back me up because this guy was already closing in on me. I had to act and act fast.
I brought my AK into line with the asshole rushing me then let loose. It was on full auto, good old Rock n' Roll, and that bastard didn't stand a chance. I sent nine rounds into his chest from about five feet away, and he dropped to the smooth floor of the store like a bloody sack of potatoes. Death was almost instantaneous for him as blood spewed from his corpse. He wasn't the first human I'd killed, but he was the first that had been so up close and personal.
"Nate!" I shouted, "I got the bastard!"
No response.
"Nate?" I asked again, this time cautious. "You there?"
Still nothing.
I passed the attacker's body without so much as a glance and proceeded to search the front of the store for Nate, high and low. He wasn't hiding anywhere out of sight and he wasn't responding to my calls. Did he run off when that guy was rushing at me? He never struck me as particularly brave, but I certainly hadn't thought he was a flake. I shrugged to myself, intending to give Nate hell for his cowardice the next time we met up and began looting the corpse.
My heart skipped a beat when I went through the guy's things. His pack was smaller than my Alice, but still decent. Still holstered were his sidearm and his hatchet, but what chilled my blood most of all was the weapon he had been running toward me with. His very own Crossbow.
Suddenly I was feeling much more like an idiot than a badass.
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May 24, 2014 5:28:52 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 5:28:52 GMT
Dude, that's a great story.
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May 24, 2014 5:28:56 GMT
Post by Rock114 on May 24, 2014 5:28:56 GMT
I need to get this game. My parents will likely be generous since I never had a proper birthday (due to a death in the family) and graduation coming up. So if anyone wants to hero mode servers on the standalone, let me know. I'm sorry for your loss, Mike. Like Harp said, there's really not much else I can say. As for standalone, well, when I get it I'd love to team up with you. I don't really know when that will be, though.
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May 24, 2014 5:31:21 GMT
Post by Rock114 on May 24, 2014 5:31:21 GMT
Dude, that's a great story. Not for Nate it wasn't. You want to know the funniest part about it? This wasn't even the last friendly fire incident we had. I killed him two more times several months apart. Then we were looting the northwest airfield (another story which I'll probably tell later) and I kneecapped him with my Glock while we were screwing around.
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