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Help! Help! I'm being repressed! |
There were several incidents last night. Made a couple trips to the almighty bunker complex with all the loot in it. First trip we got a bit greedy and almost lost it all, several of us died. The second trip was much more successful. Two guys glitched into our base complex. It was only by sheer luck that I saw one of them and started asking questions. They were outnumbered and outgunned. They died, but we had some casualties as well. We think they were already in the base when we returned from our trip to the bunker and tried to hide. | |||
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The Joy Maker |
Oh fuck my asshole, I had a whole fucking post written about our adventures last night and I hit Ctrl+C instead of Shift+C and it closed the cocksucking window. Motherfucker. Mother. Fucker. Some shit happened, I called Gurney a cunt because I thought he killed me but it was those base glitchers, then later there was a hacker who killed us all with headshots from a pistol, but we went to the admin and he banned the guy because he'd been getting reports of shenanigans, so he checked the logs and found it full of bullshit, the hacker's buddies were pissed, especially when the admin told them to give us our money back. Maybe we're at war with them, or maybe they've left the server because they got caught being shitheels.
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Certified All Positions |
Sure, sure. Skip the part where I kill the AI that got you, get to your body, get wounded, and still get the key and the Blackhawk full of loot out. When I've never had the chance to fly a heli before, and manage to not just crashify it outside the bunker somewhere. Arc. ______________________________ "Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed"- Johnny Cash "I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." - Pee Wee Herman Rode hard, put away wet. RIP JHM "You're a junkyard dog." - Lupe Flores. RIP | |||
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The Joy Maker |
WAR! Or what passes for war in the post-apocalyptic fictional former-Soviet nation of Chernarus. Apparently we've managed to piss a couple guys off and they have made a couple raids on our base. The other day they found a way in and ambushed us, but we beat them back. Today we went on a raid to this SEKRET airbase, unmarked on the map. Apparently it's full of fat loots, but someone's base is nearby and they guard the joint jealously, in this case with an uparmored Humvee which killed Kevin, Arc got fucked up but we saved him and made it out there in our Chinook, unfortunately leaving Kevin's body, and scoped M249 for the carrion eaters. While on the way out, Nala found someone's truck and of course stole it because it was left unlocked, while the rest of us flew back to base. Then she picked up a C130 because someone left the keys in that too, so she towed it up to the aircraft dealer but was ambushed in the town of Gorka, we flew back that way to try and put the hurt on the fucker but they shot us down with a .50. Apparently, if we are to RP when the game does something retarded, several of us survived the crash, but then Skull Leader put us all down with a Makarov. So a bunch of us are dead and flung over the map, I was actually spawned off the map, up in the hills west of Kamenka, something like four and a half miles from home, that's like actual miles too, not some fake ass game-miles. On my way back, humping it through hostile territory, Kevin had spawned a few towns down the coast and got into an altercation with someone over bacon and beer. That's not a joke. So I was understandably pretty cautious. Until I found a UAZ with a ring mount DShK. With that I blasted up the coast to Electro to pick up Kevin and Godsmoke and head back to base. We come up the road and cut across a field behind our base, parked next to our walls is a Humvee and a technical, Kevin Opens up on them because those should not be there, as we get closer we see one of our walls has been blown down. This is also a thing that should not be. I drive in and we dismount. Turns out those vehicles outside the base were our own. Oops. Someone towed them outside, but other than the two walls blown down nothing seems amiss. Our barn is still locked, our Blackhawk has some fresh bullet holes in the windshield, making it hard to fly I guess, but everything is here. We're inspecting the damage and I see someone by the barn and it's none of us. Intruder! I fire at him with my Enfield, having just spawned and not having any time to properly rearm I just grabbed one of the rifles that spawns around, so I got 10 rounds of .303 British to take this faggot out. And he did look like a faggot, leather jacket with a scarf, just one of the gayest outfits I've seen in game. We're dancing around this Land Rover Defender they managed to drive up in without us hearing, he takes a shot, I take a shot, miss, he takes a shot, I take a shot, hit one of the roll bars, he hits the ground and I run around while he's trying to do some sort of action roll, I take aim from about six inches away and blow his ass hole out his piss hole, this incapacitates him, but he's still alive and I don't want any surprises so I work the action, take aim again and brain him. I'm not sure how everyone else dealt with their foes, there were three of us at the time and three of them, I know at one point Kevin got injured bad, broke a leg, but managed to kill his attacker. Either way, we successfully repelled the attackers who had so cowardly raided our base while we were dead, blowing down walls with time bombs or satchel charges. Although the server has a rule against destroying bases, it is not against the rules to destroy world objects being used as part of a base, this was our mistake. We took over a small farm... Thing in a town, it has a "jail" in it, but I think it's just a police station, Nala keeps calling it a prison even though the building is like half as big as my house. Anyhow, there are walls and we just used them, didn't add to them, just built more walls to fill in the gaps, well they just blew up the walls already there. Nala thinks they're just Bambis trying to be big boys, but they seem to know what's going on and have good equipment, like the bombs, I don't know where you get those, they don't spawn all over the place like assault rifles. Every time they come at us we beat them, but they're well equipped and know the technicalities and I don't think they're necessarily bad, we're just better. So, we're gonna have to go find their base and see what they're up to. Before all that we had an incident with a fuel truck. Just outside our base in the field a crate filled with building materials spawned, so we speed over and take it. An Osprey comes in and lands, but finds the crate empty, we fire at it from our base but we've only got small arms at that point, Godsmoke and reb0rn are out there still in the tree line taking shots, but they're killed. Then this fuel truck rolls up and so Nala and I continue shooting at that, we're making hits, but it's a big truck and despite what the fanboys might say, a .308 isn't exactly a nuclear tipped rocket. The truck drives off and the driver starts talking shit about our aim. He drives around the mountain and comes up another road, still talking shit in chat, blowing his horn, he drives out in the field and starts going in circles, taunting, we keep popping away at him. I clumsily fell off my perch and broke my leg so I didn't see what happened next. I'm laying there, jonesing for some Children Chewable Morphine, because the cure for a broken leg in Chernarus is opiates, when I hear this apocalyptic WHOOOSH! sound from Nala's perch, then a rumbling explosion from the field and the cessation of honking from that direction along with wild, cackling laughter. Nala had just blown the truck up with a rocket launcher. I get fixed up and climb back up to take a look at the ruined hulk across the field, spewing black, oily smoke into the crisp, fall afternoon air. After that we didn't hear anymore from that gentleman in chat about our poor aim.
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posting without pants |
For some reason, instead of letting me pick, the game just spawned me wherever the hell it felt like. I had died first on the above mentioned raid. That asshole was already at the airfield when we arrived. (Skullleader is the only one of us qualified to fly a chinook helicopter so he brought us there) The asshole saw numerical superiority and bugged out. I stayed on overwatch in a tower. Asshole comes back, I spot him as he circles shooting at us. He gets a lucky shot and breaks my leg shooting blindly at me through the wall. When you have a broken leg you can't get up. Since I couldn't get up I couldn't shoot back at him from my elevated window. So i died. ANYWAY... back to the bacon and beer. When you spawn, you come back with nothing but a flashlight, some bacon, a can of beer, and a Makarov pistol with 16 rounds (two mags). Now I love my Commie pistols as much as the next guy, but that isn't much hardware in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. So i head to a nearby airbase to get hopefully a long gun at least. Someone else had the same idea. We come face to face, and we pause before unloading both our combloc pistols into each other's faces. He got the better of me and stunned me. (right, 16 rounds of 9X18 ammo each didn't kill us, only stunned me) and he stole the bacon out of my bag while i was down. Well I eventually bandaged myself and got up. We realize we at at an impasse, because we are both out of ammo and neither of us have any melee weapons. Well we could let it all slide and go our separate ways... but fuck that noise. He starts yelling at chat someone to come kill me and that I'm in whatever town and out of ammo. What a jerk. So we both head to opposite ends of the place frantically looking for ANYTHING, and i mean ANYTHING, that you can use to do bodily harm to another person. Well, I find two makarov mags before jerkface finds anything. I go find him, and shoot him in the face, aiming carefully this time and put him down. Or so I thought. I just stunned him. Since I thought he was down, instead of loothing him I just stole from his pack, and stole his bacon, and my bacon back. Well, I realized he wasn't dead and put my last two rounds into his head, finishing him off. I loot him, bury him, and laugh as he screams about "Kevin the bacon stealer" in chat. Then one of his buddies gets there as I'm bugging out and kills me. Shot me in the back like a coward. All that senseless killing for bacon and beer. Strive to live your life so when you wake up in the morning and your feet hit the floor, the devil says "Oh crap, he's up." | |||
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Help! Help! I'm being repressed! |
Me finishing you guys off with the Makarov did get me to Bandit status. So that's a plus I wish you would mention. | |||
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Member |
I so wish I had the time to join you guys. This sounds like a ridiculous amount of fun. With ASG's writing. This is quickly becoming one of my favorite threads. Train how you intend to Fight Remember - Training is not sparring. Sparring is not fighting. Fighting is not combat. | |||
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http://www.cad-comic.com/cad/20140113 -- Courage is the complement of fear. A man who is fearless cannot be courageous. (He is also a fool.) -- R.A.H. | |||
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Certified All Positions |
I should just pop a few of you at base to pad my hero status. I'm almost to 6000 as it is. Arc. ______________________________ "Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed"- Johnny Cash "I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." - Pee Wee Herman Rode hard, put away wet. RIP JHM "You're a junkyard dog." - Lupe Flores. RIP | |||
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recovering ammoholic |
Arc, I am -7000 so as long as you tell me to drop all my gear, go right ahead --------------------------------- How's your cardio? Nature, alas, made only one being out of you although there was material for a good man and a rogue.” -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you. - Friedrich Nietzsche | |||
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Certified All Positions |
We'll have to see what that translates to in humanity. Arc. ______________________________ "Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed"- Johnny Cash "I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." - Pee Wee Herman Rode hard, put away wet. RIP JHM "You're a junkyard dog." - Lupe Flores. RIP | |||
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Sigforum said: "You'll be fine trust us." |
Humble Bundle has a weekly sale featuring a few games and ARMA is the heavyweight in er. 6 bucks or more and you can rock DayZ plus some other goodies. https://www.humblebundle.com/weekly ~------------------------------~ "Other Duties as Assigned" | |||
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Obviously not a golfer |
WHY does all the cool shit happen when I'm not on?!?!? Here is a list of awesome thing I have done in DayZ: 1) cut fucking wood 2) died 3) ran halfway across the map to rejoin the group 4) crashed a helicopter full of sweet lootz 5) ran halfway across the map to rejoin the group 6) died in a bunker raid 7) ran halfway across the map to rejoin the group 8) discovered that my mic sounds like it has a dying mouse in it 9) pissed everyone off with stupid n00b questions 10) died 11) ran halfway across the map to rejoin the group 12) cut more fucking wood Still some of the most fun I've had in online play since the original CoD. | |||
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The Joy Maker |
Past two days I've mostly just got on and wandered around in the hills around town, hunting pigs and I've had a great time. Maybe I'll get an animal, maybe I'll get ambushed, maybe I'll find someone's hidey hole and fuck up their quad with my machete, and always the thrill of collecting loots. Apparently, from what I gather from the chatter on Mumble, there was a big ol' fatty hack attack on the server. Everyone got killed, vehicles and bases destroyed, so the admin rolled the server back, some progress may be lost, but not much. Speculation is it's the result of a terminal case of butthurt, couldn't play the game legitimately so the only course of action is to haxz0r. Too bad too, since it sounds like there was a full scale war brewing between several different clans. I'm sure someone else will be along shortly with better information, I was mostly absent fiddling with my new phone.
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Member |
So if I read that right. For $6 I get ARMA the expansion & DayZ all for $6 donation to charity?! Train how you intend to Fight Remember - Training is not sparring. Sparring is not fighting. Fighting is not combat. | |||
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posting without pants |
That is my understanding. Strive to live your life so when you wake up in the morning and your feet hit the floor, the devil says "Oh crap, he's up." | |||
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Member |
Just pulled the trigger. Will download when I get home. I don't have a mic. And don't have much time to play. So chances of linking up with you guys for your shenanigans is slim. BUT if I do have said time. Is there a certain server you guys frequent? Train how you intend to Fight Remember - Training is not sparring. Sparring is not fighting. Fighting is not combat. | |||
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posting without pants |
Yes, The IP in on page 4 or 5 of this thread. ASG posted it. And get a headset with a mic. It's only 19.99 at walmart Strive to live your life so when you wake up in the morning and your feet hit the floor, the devil says "Oh crap, he's up." | |||
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posting without pants |
Actually on pg 1. Here's the IP Strive to live your life so when you wake up in the morning and your feet hit the floor, the devil says "Oh crap, he's up." | |||
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Obviously not a golfer |
Yes, it was strange. We all started just dying for no reason. First it was all of us, then everyone else on the server. All bases were fucked, and Shogun finally reset the server. We were rolled back to about 5-10 mins. before the hack, based on the equipment I had with me at restart. We were flung way the hell out by the hero camp as well. It was shitty, but we didn't lose anything except the fat lootz we got from the bunker run we were in the middle of. Anyhow, this afternoon was fun as heck. I got a kill from 300m with a G36: some douchenozzle ambushed Nala and Skull Leader while raiding the secret airbase. Arc and I had the drop on him from behind, but we lost him. Nala dies, Skull is seriously fucked up. I can't remember who killed the douche. So we stayed at the airbase looking for shit to fix up Skull. Turns out we stayed WAY too long, because douche respawns and has time to find a RPK to ambush us again. This time Arc dies, and Skull is still fucked up, so he can't really do a whole lot except serve as the best distraction ever. I was looting the fire station at the north end of the field looking for an epi-pen to help Skull when the second ambush happened. I climbed the tower, and sent about 30-40 rounds downrange, eventually killing the douche. The best part was, he must have thought it was Skull firing at him, so he never even looked my way! Lots o' fun that was!! | |||
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