TG-18th HaveANiceDay (HAND) is a good guy: friendly, helps out, and just generally a swell person. But, this is not a story about HAND - this is story about what happens when you wrong a TGer.
HAND was en route to meet up with me and the freshly-spawned Lancer. HAND and I were being honorable gentlemen and carrying Lancer's gear to him. (The reason Lancer died was that Dredge screamed like a little girl and wanted his Ghillie suit out of my pack right now, but that's story for another
I had to see it myself so downloaded the mod and joined the nightmare... It is not surprising that something great like this comes as a mod of ArmA. If you are a PC Gamer, you need to experience it.
I dont like zombie stories. But it would be an underestimation to call DayZ a zombie mod. It is about survival in a chaotic situation. It is about strong human emotions. Decision making under the stress of extraordinary situations. I like to think about these things. They show who we
Updated 06-13-2012 at 06:38 AM by John CANavar
At that very moment, there happen to be four zombies within spitting distance of Zhoey. Walking aimlessly, grunting like mad canines, and eliciting a kind of primal screaming that would set alight pools of adrenaline within a normal human being.
That being said, Zhoey is not a normal human being. Zhoey is a sasquatch, and sasquatches do not roll like that.
Thus, our intrepid hero is flat on his belly, patiently waiting for the zeds to pass before he makes his move.
Updated 05-23-2012 at 09:18 PM by Zhohar
It's been three days since the outbreak.
Yesterday was horrible. Our group of 5 got over-run by walkers, and I was the lone survivor. This morning I awoke in a ditch on the side of the road between Zelenogorsk and Drozhino; stranded, without ammo, and dying of thirst.
Thirsty, with three empty canteens, my first goal was water. I used the 'supplies map' to learn that there was a well in Bor... so that's where I would go. I quietly walked south, into the forest.
Originally Posted by Delta*RandyShugart*
The below is an email posted on a fishing forum, the email writer is from a friend of mine and my brother who is currently serving in Afghanistan with the USMC.
On Sun, May 6, 2012 at 2:42 PM, Gabriel Sganga wrote:
> I had planned to write weekly emails which I expected would consist of
> a narrative of the monotony of life aboard Camp Leatherneck, the
> largest forward logistics staging base in Afghanistan.