Been a few DayZ
A while back a client I work with bought me a copy of ARMA II: Combined Operations with the intent of me trying out DayZ.
If you don’t know about DayZ, it’s takes a special kind of demented person to enjoy this game. DayZ is a game where you spawn helpless on the coast of a 200km by 200km post-soviet state full of zombies and up to 40 other players You start with nothing more than a flashlight, a soda and a can of beans. Then you have to wander around through abandoned towns, crawling past zombies, rummaging through trash to find a weapon just so you can defend yourself all while finding enough food and drink so you don’t starve to death. I know you’re saying, “that sounds pretty awesome!”, but wait there’s more. You play on a server of anywhere from 40-60 people, all in the same situation. “Gee, other people will help me with the zombies won’t they?”, and you’d be 100% completely wrong. At any moment any of these people can shoot, axe and run you over with a truck for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
In DayZ you can, in theory, approach people and help each other find basic supplies and protect each other from bandits. However, the most nerve racking thing in the game is finding another player and trying to gauge if they are friendly or hostile. Most people will talk in voice comm and say, “I’m Friendly! I’m Friendly!” The person might even respond back that they are friendly, and as I’ve found, nine times out of ten it’s a god damn lie. You will find a person and become their friend, but as soon as they have a means to kill you and you’re no longer useful to their survival or you have a better primary weapon, they will put a bullet in your head as soon as you’re not looking at them.
I’m no saint, I’ve committed my fair share of murders and been murdered probably 10 times as much. As of late, I’ve tried to be friendly and help people. But this weeks drawing commemorates a special occasion where some one tried to pretend friendly and missed killing me with their pistol. I don’t care if you just try and flat out murder me, that’s fine I have nice stuff, but if you try to pretend to help me and you are so incompetent as to miss a headshot when I have my back turned. I will break your legs and fire an entire clip of my Lee Enfield and attract every zombie in Cherno to beat you to death and eat your corpse. Why not just straight up murder him? He’s a brand new spawn, death isn’t important, but if he’s forced to crawl and waste time and agonize and think about his poor decision, that’s justice. Yeah, I’m Friendly, but don’t you dare try and fuck me if I’m kind and helpful to you.
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