That little clip is from a little adventure my buddy, Wamdoodle, and I had this past Saturday. It was an exciting time, we were on top of the world. Then our world came crashing down around us. But our story starts a little bit earlier, it's one of luck, chance, and a lot of schadenfreude (look it up!). So much of DayZ relies on a lucky event, a singular moment where the winds of fate shift in your favor. All this is a nice pretty way to say; DayZ is awesome for a minute then grinds you underfoot the next.
About two days after I shot my introduction film (Watch it here.) I happened across a helicopter crash. For those who don't play the game, these are random appearing phenomena throughout the 255 km2 continent of Chernarus. Beside a load of zombies, they also contain a lot of military gear, and is the only place to find some of the rarest gear. This particular crash happened to have one of the rarest weapons in the game, the L85A2 AWS. It's an assault rifle with a 4x/8x zoom scope capable of nightvision and thermal. Needless to say, it's awesome!
No buddies come running, so I move in to see what kind of gear the guy was carrying. JACKPOT! He's carrying night vision goggles (very rare), another rare assault rifle (M4A1 Holo), a rangefinder (very rare), and a GPS (very rare). To top it all off, he's even got a bigger backpack for me to carry all this new stuff in! About this time, the DayZ paranoia sets in and I find a nice quiet forest to log off in until I can play at the same time as my buddies. I plan to spread some of the loot around so that if one of us dies, we all still have some of the cool gadgets, I even get the chance to tell them what I lucked into finding. Then came Saturday.
|M4A1 Holo w/ M203 Grenade Launcher|
Using a map and GPS, we plot out a few locations to check for these last engine parts. And this is where it all starts to go downhill. Visiting a tiny little town that had two industrial buildings with the chance for the engine parts we need, we begin to encounter a little server lag. In a small village like this, we would expect to find maybe 15-20 zombies. We shoot a couple, attracting more, but we've got enough firepower to handle this, but then more spawn, and more, and more! Something's wrong, there's no building to duck into and hide, so we make a run for the truck 500 meters away. Along the way, Wamdoodle and I shoot zombies away from each other, and he worries that he's shot me, but no, I've taken no damage and I'm not bleeding. No harm, no foul. Then just as we're getting close to the truck, I fall over dead and Wamdoodle has been 'awarded' a murder on his kill counter.
|500m between Zombie death and freedom.|
It's true, this is what DayZ does to you. It makes you fight to survive, you luck into some gear, then right when you think things are going well for you, somebody shoots you while you're fleeing zombies in a field or your truck explodes in a fiery inferno. This little event forced me to take a several hour break, during which I performed numerous fatalities in Mortal Kombat, and then, I went back to DayZ. Yeah, it's an abusive relationship, but I love DayZ.
Do you have any of your own DayZ stories? Similar experiences with other video games? Spill the beans (haha, DayZ pun) in the comments below!