Transcript: I hated the players of dayz, I was an anti hero. I never trusted a soul, not even my own. It started in the woods, not sure which city. I found a fresh spawn and decided to give him supplies. I gave him a gun and some food, he wanted to travel with me so I let him. Continue reading
I am not a trusting man. I believe people are inherently selfish beings who will look out for their own survival. This is even more true in the world of Dayz. I do what I do for my many reasons but I do it alone for just one. People cannot be trusted
I am a hero, sure, but one that truly despises most of the people I save. I didnt at the start of my new career in Dayz heroism but the more people I saved the more I noticed some people deserved that fate. Continue reading
So I spawned in a new character, right next to Cherno, I see a woman being chased by a zed. I had grabbed a machete, so I killed the zombie in a few swings. They thank me, and I go into a house. The next thing I know, she’s in the house with her friend in a motorcycle helmet. As they surround me, one of them puts their fists up. I assume they’re going to gesture, so I do the friendly hand gesture. The two of them proceed to introduce my face to the concept of fists. I was dead in a matter of seconds.
Harlington2001 learned the hard way that friends can quickly become enemies. RIP.
Things are getting creepy out there…
Full Story: I searched everywhere. Nothing. Not even a scrap of fabric to tear into some emergency rags. Yet again, Elektro was completely looted. As I emerged from the hospital, I heard the sound of a gun being reloaded.
“Stop right there! Don’t do anything stupid!” a voice ordered from behind me. I froze. Continue reading
I carried around two extra pistols as well as a plethora of food to share with some new spawns. I found one. He was afraid of me. I said, “You need not worry, sir. I have gifts for you.” Continue reading