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Posted 11:15pm on Sat 28 July 2012
Mr_Ninjutsu
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MrN's DayZ Diary


If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.
Posted 9:32am on Sun 29 July 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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I really enjoyed that. Makes me want to play it. =)
Posted 11:02am on Sun 29 July 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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Day 6-8: There's no place like home. There's no place like home!

After respawning a few extra times due to my own inaccuracies in judgment of people which lead to my untimely death(s) I finally spawned clear of bandits and in a new unfamiliar territory. Berezino to be exact (refer to this map). What and where the hell is this place?! I checked the map that I had on my other screen to make sure that I read it correctly...yup Berezino. The North Eastern most town, so far away from my friends I might as well be in a different country. This was a challenge I felt like I had to undertake, a challenge that would truly put to test my surviving capabilities. Remember the average survival rate is 48 minutes and the fact that my friends were based all the way south at the Balota airstrip. That's our usual meeting point where guns, ammo and medical supplies are plentiful.

So that task really began when I realised that well...nobody was around. Very few zombies and even less loot to be found. It was kind of a drag. The only thing that made the walk enjoyable was when I wasn't actually walking and I was indeed enjoying having the wind blowing through my hair when I found an abandoned bicycle in Nizhnoye, south of Berezino. Someone must have dumped it there previously as there isn't a spawn point for those there. Either way it was *****ing awesome. Getting to places was so much quicker than anticipated. I managed to get to Kamyshovo in less than 20 minutes. Having to dodge the occasional zombie and bandage myself up to stop the bleeding every now and then. I was okay with that.

Now Kamyshovo, from experience is more lively than some of the other smaller towns. In fact it was packed with possibly all 424 zombies. I kid you not, I would have taken a screen shot but I couldn't , I was frozen with fear. Ditched the bicycle as to not to attract attention. I crawled all the way through with the occasional chase from a few hundred zombies (slight exaggeration there) and it seems zombies hate soggy humans, so swimming pretty much saved my life then. As a reward I managed to find some loot. A Lee Enfield rifle, a Makarov pistol, a load of ammo and one of the best things... a map. Felt like I could take on the world.

I make it to Elecktrozavodsk, (I'll nick name it Elektro for short) my goal was still to get to Chernogorsk (which I'll shorten to Cherno) but I wanted to stop by Elektro and check things out. See if there were any survivors willing to take part in getting to Cherno. Nope. This was not the case. Not one bit.

As I'm scouting out the open area of the town centre I notice someone running about in the distance, atop the medical building. Like he doesn't even give a ***** if he's seen or not, you know inviting it almost. I've seen bodies on the floor too, fallen survivors who probably fell for the tricks of bandits like "oh hey you a survivor? Yeah I got ammo if you need it it's just inside" and then bamn you're dead, gangbanged by a bunch of tools in the buildings with hatchets or sniped by them from afar. I have fallen for this before. Never again.

So I wait it out, see what he does and wait for my chance to sneak up on him. He eventually makes a mistake and falls from the top to the 1st floor below and I didn't see that fool stand back up nor his name pop up on the death toll so he must either be okay and just not wanting to attract attention or he's pretty badly shook up. Broken a bone and has to crawl. So I take the opportunity and I run to the ladder on the outside leading up to the 1st floor on the side where he fell and before I reached the top I saw him crawling inside. I walked up to him and aligned my iron sight and without him knowing or his own consent I shot him whilst he was down. There was no moral choice in this except from the knowledge and memory of all the dead bodies that lay before the hospital. I had to end his reign of terror. So i did, I took his weapons and items and now i had an AK47 and felt even taller than before. I ran through Elecktro before hitting the church and found more food and water. As I packed up on supplies I heard a sniper round fire off...Damn. And then another, another sounds and then another. Has to be a bandit. I have to take this one out too to keep Elektro safe from harm's way. So I do the same thing as I did in my previous journal entry, I manoeuvre around till I am able to see the bandit in his tower, sniping away. This time however, he didn't notice me. I walk across the street with my sights on him and he's facing the opposite way still unaware until a bullet shoots right past me. I literally ***** myself and my arms flail and tense up, causing me to press a few buttons on my keyboard along the way. I just run, so far and so fast. My heart is pounding and i'm on the edge of my seat trying not to cry from utter fear. Then I think about what just happened and I pause and go prone in the grass behind a fence. The guy didn't see me yet I was shot at? There must be more than one. A group of them. Did I kill one of their guys? Probably. In any case I was outnumbered and out gunned. Time to flee once more after hearing more gun shots nearby. So I run to the docks and you can see from the map linked above that it was quite far to run. I keep hearing gun shots around me whenever I go into an open area. They're bloody after me. Holy bat ***** they're actually hunting me down. Oh god no, this was seriously bad. I can't accurately describe how much fear I felt at that moment, I had a lot of really cool stuff that I could put to good use with my friends like in the earlier diary entry but this time I wasn't going to get caught out. I was going to be the victor!

I looked at my map and saw that there were 3, yes 3! men surrounding me (not really close by but enough for the next part)in Elecktro...

....Eventually, I got so paranoid sneaking around Elektro fearing in going into the open that I found a solitary place and logged the ***** out. Not once has a game done that to me. Ever. I love this game.
Sorry for the long post.
Posted 5:36pm on Fri 3 August 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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Day 12: Too scared to move...

For the last few days i've been unable to move. Too scared to go out of Elektro and even more scared of moving around Elektro. I'm stuck between moving from one fire department building to the other. Relatively close but every time I go out, I hear gun shots every so often which only makes me more paranoid, I can't afford to get shot yet I can't keep on living off of beans and pepsi. The only real reason I stay is for my friends return, they say they should be returning very soon. Possibly tonight but I have yet to hear back from them. Our goal is to go north. There may be more survivors. Maybe friendly survivors. Down here in the south there are only murderers and bandits and I'm afraid if I continue to stay here i'll become one myself or worse...dead. It's a dog fight down here. I need to move soon.
Posted 2:28am on Sun 5 August 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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Staying in the firehouse in Elektro is dangerous enough. Could be worse though, could be in Cherno. Everytime I've passed by that place lately it's been ablaze!
Posted 8:32am on Sun 5 August 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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this game gets better and better, I just wish I had a powerful machine that could run it.

Keep us updated! This is as good as most apocalypse books and films.
Posted 9:08am on Sun 5 August 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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My Day Z Diary:

Looked at the minimum specs for the game yesterday. Laughed at my PC. Gave up.

But, yeah, good thread and I enjoyed reading about it. Maybe one day.
Posted 10:58pm on Sun 5 August 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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Day 12 Continued

At last I'm reunited with my friends, they have travelled from Chernogorsk, a fellow coastal city. I remember Cherno from my early days, it's less open than Elektro but not as much opportunity to rise in the ranks, so to speak, as is it here. Though my fears are amplified, I mean...just because I have more people here with me doesn't necesarilly mean a better chance of survival but rather it means more problems to solve when ***** hits the fan. You have to look after more than just yourself but gosh darn-it it does feel good to have some company again. It makes sleeping easier.

Than plan is simple. We head north, my friends picked up news on the way here from passing the smaller towns and an odd encounter of survivors that the north holds the chance of a new beginning and talk of more survivors; with less zombies in the wilderness it does sound promising. I think this instils a sense of hope in us subconsiously, building moral so the journey and our survival is that more bearable. I keep going back to how things used to be before this mess happend and how the army used to be before it fell apart. We could run 'n' gun and everything would be okay but war now...war has changed. We all have a common enemy that we are at war with and it's not just the infected beasts at foot but more importantly...ourselves. Our morals that we must uphold to keep humanity in check in all of us must be kept alive because that, apart from each other, is all that we have left and if we don't then we may as well be the monsters that we hide from each day and night.

"You okay with this plan" and I look up from my diary and see my friends surrounding a map that points at first at Rog Por and I nod in agreement. Rog Por is atop a hillside with what could be a helicopter landing, my friend says he saw one in that direction go down, so either there could be survivors and a helicopter with supplies or nothing. For some reason in th eback of my mind I hope we find nothing.

As the plan is finialized we make sure we have everthing we need from Elektro, food, water, weapons, medical supplies and ammunition. Check. We're about half way to Rog Por and already I miss the comfort and security of the tall buildings of Elektro, out here in the open in the wilderness it's scares me to think we could get lost and not be able to find our way back and I shudder to think if we may have to turn to suicide. It's just not an option...

We finally make it to Rog Por in the dark and to my delight and relief there is no one there, it was seriously dark. I felt at ease that we could go further and not be bothered by bandits. There were zombies here though and supplies, nothing of use but a place we could go back to if need be. We decide to camp up for the night just outside of Rog Por, we thought it would be best not to stay inside the ruins in case of ambush from bandits and encounters with the dead.

Day 13: What a joke

I awake to the reminder of how lucky I am to be here with my mates traversing the woods in search of a better future and it puts a smile on my face knowing we could find it. We have a brief meeting over breakfast before setting off to Tulga, a pit stop really. We wanted to see if there was any abandoned houses we could scavenge from or any vehicles that we could repair that would make our journey that much more enjoyable. Nothing. Not a bloody thing. So disheartening and by this one of my friends decides we should hit one of the North Eastern towns Solnichniy, with a better chance of finding a vehicle and supplies. On the way we encounter hardly anything except a sheep and a cow which we enjoyed taking down so we could eat later on over a campfire. We reached Solnichniy and to no surprise it was full to the effing brim with zombies. Like it wasn't even a good idea, ***** this man, seriously, every direction we turned and mother*****ing zombie would be right in front of us.

The fear of being eaten alive got to us and we made rookie mistakes of getting too close with low visibility which resulted in being chased by what seemed to be hundreds of zeds per person. Man just like I said, its much more difficult to survive when you have more people to look after. My friend Zaim and Adam turned up dead when we managed to regroup. This was horrible, such a joke it was beyond a belief. In reality we hardly got anywhere. I was ready to run off into the distance flinging all my ***** in the water, i didn't care. And then me and my other friend got chased by the same zombies that got my now deceased comrades. Why!? Why now, why when there are no thick pinetrees to take cover and in a city with relatively no cover? WHY?!

So after I retained my anger I took a few deep breaths, I managed to outwit and outmanouvre the zeds, breaking their line of sight and I was safe once more. Low on blood admittedly but it was reasuring, especially when my friend found an abandoned house to hide in. The only trouble he was bleeding out. I managed to find a bandage and fix him up good.

(At this point I almost destroyed my pc because I was unable to enter the house due to the step leading in to be too much of a hurdle for me till my friend came out)

And as I did, sure enough I was seen from like miles away and was once again being chased by more zombies. Once again i managed to hide from them, taking refuge inside an old industrial factory. This is where something really interesting happened. A helicopter crash. I forgot I could record so only filmed the aftermath of the event...



Hit the effing jackpot.
Posted 8:23pm on Mon 6 August 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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I hear there is good loot in Stary Sobor and it is much safer then Cherno and Elektro. You should still approach it with caution mind you.

Keep us posted.
Posted 10:19pm on Mon 6 August 2012
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If you haven't played DayZ then I can only say please do! I have never played a game in my life in which it has induced paranoia and true moral decision making (forget Heavy Rain). For me it is the most rewarding and intense game I have ever played.

So I intend to make diary entries here when I deem them to be noteworthy and interesting, so for that sake I will begin a little further into the time that I have actually been at it. Sorry for the cursing but it is necessary at times :P Also sorry for the spelling mistakes when they arise Sad

Day 5: Ghillie Suited Bastard.

Me and two friends were playing last night attempting to raid both major coastal cities (Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk) until we all mutually decided to log off before venturing any further because of lighting conditions. Literally couldn't see the ground before you.

I logged on early this morning and I thought i'd be a good guy and set up a spot where we could return to every now and then, make it secure and all that jazz. It was going good, I found a spot just North East of Chernogorsk, an open industrial building, looked like an unfinished parking lot. Luckily, I found it to be half way done with safety precautions and even found more fence wire to set up, so I set them up and it was pretty safe, with a fire just in case we get stuck at night like last time. Then...then everything started to get interesting.

I heard footsteps from within the building after hearing zombies screaming and running below me, and lo and behold a survivor was here! Right before me with guns! Wait...he's got guns; he could kill me, this guy could be the end of me. He might be a bandit. He looked really suspicious, he was going further away from me for some reason yet I kept typing, "Friendly! No fire!" Unless he was English or not I'm not sure but I think I made the situation worse off for the both of us when I accidently shot my ak47...He shot me with he revolver yet i didn't die, this guy was a bad shot and probably as nervous, as I had the bigger gun. I tried telling him to stop but no...he kept shooting at me, I dodged the incoming bullets and waited till he had to reload. I counted after the first...2,3,4,5 and 6-he reloaded, here's my chance! and I came round from the bullet riddled concrete pillar and unloaded my ak47 into him until I had to reload myself, I wasn't taking the chance. There was blood everywhere. I had no choice...it was my life or his.
After the encounter I realised I had a broken bone and was bleeding badly, I assume in the rush of things I must have miscounted the shots and he had to of shot me once more otherwise there would be no reason for me to need to use up one of the morphine auto injectors. In any case, I was alive, got myself healed up and I was low on blood. The military medical camp was near by, I could see it with my binoculars. That was my next place, I was in hope to find better equipment for us still with the goal of turning the deserted building into a safe haven for me and my friends.

After a bit of sneaking and rolling on the floor I reached the camp, with all the tents filled to the brim with medicines and even weapons...yes they had AK74-U's there and shotguns. Man! This would be even better if my team mates were here to enjoy the spoils. Unfortunately I had to leave, it wasn't much use for me at the time as I had weapons and now more medicine than I could possibly ever need.

The time came when I thought I needed to get back and possibly log off the game to await for my teams arrival in hope for the weapons/medicine cache to be still there (probably not). I reached about half way between and heared a sniper shot from the direction I was heading although i couldn't be certain. Damn, a bandit for sure. Had to be. I finally knew it was when a bullet flew past me hitting the floor behind and then another. I was so close to dying it was untrue, I found safety behind a tree and then the wall further behind. I was sure it was from where I was setting up base. I couldn't see him though even through the binoculars.

I decided to trek around the industrial complex to get a better angle and to get closer to him. I got to the point where there was no more cover to go round and I findally saw him running around in my base. That fool! Just wait till I get to him, he has no ide...BANG! He shot me. I died. My life was over. I am no more. All that i had and worked for was gone.

Revenge will be mine you ghillie suited bastard.

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Fantastic diaries mate! I'm starting delve back into Day Z after a few months hiatus and stories like this just get me pumped to play more each evening Smile
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