I snatched up the Day Z Standalone early access a couple of weeks ago. (In a nutshell: basically functional aside from iffy mouse control and a really laggy interface.)
My first foray ended in under a minute when another freshly spawned player ran up and began punching me, presumably for lack of anything better to do. After an extended bout of clumsy and latency-ridden fisticuffs he knocked me out while I was looking through the options in search of the mic button that would allow me to give him a stern talking to.
My second outing was considerably more fruitful, and in fact is still ongoing, as I currently wander the countryside of [Undefined Eastern European Nation] equipped with backpack, ballistic helmet, gas mask (does nothing but looks cool), ample food, medicine, assault rifle and obscene amounts of jealously hoarded ammunition.
Having reached the point where basic survival was no longer an issue, I decided to squander my stockpile of ammo on a little senseless banditry, mostly for a lack of anything better to do.
Subsequent events have led me to the conclusion that I really, truly suck at being a bandit.
My first would-be victim turned out to be a helpless fresh spawn who charged up to me waving his arms and shouting, "Friendly, friendly, friendly!" I held my fire. Shooting fresh spawns is for pussies, and shooting fresh spawns who approach you yelling "friendly" is just beyond the pale. I ended up giving him some cans of sardines, one of my water canteens and a hatchet. Then I had to help him to locate a backpack so he could carry his newfound wealth.
Banditry score: -1
My second attempt was aimed at a pair of players I spotted on an inland road. They were two, I was one and at least one of them was armed. No guilty conscience here then, onward to glory! I shadowed them to a small town and opened fire while they drank from a well. Results were inconclusive as they took cover. I fell back to a vantage point and waited for them to emerge. They duly did so and I took aim for a second volley. Unfortunately a certain undead killjoy, presumably drawn by the sound of gunfire, chose that particular moment to wander up and attempt to flail me to death. My position thus prematurely revealed, I was forced to make a decidedly undignified retreat, sent on my way by a few blessedly inaccurate bursts from my intended victims.
Banditry score: 0.5
My third attempt began similar to the second. I spotted two armed individuals and set about stalking them. Sadly I then jumped the gun by opening fire from impractically long range. They fled to the cover of a nearby barn and I pursued with murderous intent. However, I was met with return fire of disquieting accuracy and had to retreat to the questionable safety of a hay bale in order to treat my wounds. As I was doing so I noticed that, for reasons unknown to me, my targets had holstered their weapons and were beating a retreat that would take them right past my position. Perhaps they had mistaken my direction and thought themselves to be running away from me. I set about stalking them a second time. An opportunity to take them out presented itself when they stopped to check a compass bearing. However, it seemed unfair to kill them after they had so thoroughly bested me the first time around, so rather than open fire I instead ended up approaching and meekly apologizing for the whole attempted murder thing. We then parted ways on relatively amicable terms.
Banditry score: ???
Yeah, I don't think the bandit life is for me. I'm considering gearing myself up as a medic and offering treatment to those I encounter. Or perhaps preparing backpack care packages and giving them out to the first poorly equipped survivor I see.
So... anyone else have any stories or amusing anecdotes from their time in Day Z?
My first foray ended in under a minute when another freshly spawned player ran up and began punching me, presumably for lack of anything better to do. After an extended bout of clumsy and latency-ridden fisticuffs he knocked me out while I was looking through the options in search of the mic button that would allow me to give him a stern talking to.
My second outing was considerably more fruitful, and in fact is still ongoing, as I currently wander the countryside of [Undefined Eastern European Nation] equipped with backpack, ballistic helmet, gas mask (does nothing but looks cool), ample food, medicine, assault rifle and obscene amounts of jealously hoarded ammunition.
Having reached the point where basic survival was no longer an issue, I decided to squander my stockpile of ammo on a little senseless banditry, mostly for a lack of anything better to do.
Subsequent events have led me to the conclusion that I really, truly suck at being a bandit.
My first would-be victim turned out to be a helpless fresh spawn who charged up to me waving his arms and shouting, "Friendly, friendly, friendly!" I held my fire. Shooting fresh spawns is for pussies, and shooting fresh spawns who approach you yelling "friendly" is just beyond the pale. I ended up giving him some cans of sardines, one of my water canteens and a hatchet. Then I had to help him to locate a backpack so he could carry his newfound wealth.
Banditry score: -1
My second attempt was aimed at a pair of players I spotted on an inland road. They were two, I was one and at least one of them was armed. No guilty conscience here then, onward to glory! I shadowed them to a small town and opened fire while they drank from a well. Results were inconclusive as they took cover. I fell back to a vantage point and waited for them to emerge. They duly did so and I took aim for a second volley. Unfortunately a certain undead killjoy, presumably drawn by the sound of gunfire, chose that particular moment to wander up and attempt to flail me to death. My position thus prematurely revealed, I was forced to make a decidedly undignified retreat, sent on my way by a few blessedly inaccurate bursts from my intended victims.
Banditry score: 0.5
My third attempt began similar to the second. I spotted two armed individuals and set about stalking them. Sadly I then jumped the gun by opening fire from impractically long range. They fled to the cover of a nearby barn and I pursued with murderous intent. However, I was met with return fire of disquieting accuracy and had to retreat to the questionable safety of a hay bale in order to treat my wounds. As I was doing so I noticed that, for reasons unknown to me, my targets had holstered their weapons and were beating a retreat that would take them right past my position. Perhaps they had mistaken my direction and thought themselves to be running away from me. I set about stalking them a second time. An opportunity to take them out presented itself when they stopped to check a compass bearing. However, it seemed unfair to kill them after they had so thoroughly bested me the first time around, so rather than open fire I instead ended up approaching and meekly apologizing for the whole attempted murder thing. We then parted ways on relatively amicable terms.
Banditry score: ???
Yeah, I don't think the bandit life is for me. I'm considering gearing myself up as a medic and offering treatment to those I encounter. Or perhaps preparing backpack care packages and giving them out to the first poorly equipped survivor I see.
So... anyone else have any stories or amusing anecdotes from their time in Day Z?