In Game Giveaway : 3 Pairs of Night vision Goggles, and 10 grenades.
We have a special giveaway this week for anyone who reads our blog. We will give away one pair of NVGs to each of the first three people who folow our blog and contact us. We will meet up with you in game on any server and deliver them to you.
So what are you waiting for?
To kill or not to kill: DayZ Friend or Foe
Why do people always ask if you are friendly in DayZ. Today I had to sneak in under the cover of darkness into Electro. While scavenging for supplies in a certain multilevel building in the middle of town I heard footsteps. I asked on direct chat, "friendly" a response came out from the darkness "friendly". Phew, I sauntered out to the hallway to pick up some loot from the stairs . As I was searching I heard a gunshot , Mr Friendly had just fired his revolver at me in the darkness and missed. I ran a level down and hid in a room . Consequently I went onto direct chat and proclaimed " you fucking asshole now I'm gonna have to kill you".
So I waited in the darkness, then I heard the unmistakeable sound of footsteps. Tension filled the air as I clicked a mag into my enfield.
After some moments I stood up and sprinted to where I had been standing when he had shot at me. Sure enough he was there crouching over the same loot. Bang one shot to the head with the rifle and he was dead. Such is the way in DayZ . No mercy for the supposed friendly player.
This whole episode highlights the issue of wether or not to shoot other players on sight or not. You actually do not have time to ask someone if they be friend or foe because you have about 2 seconds to either kill or maybe be killed. Such is life in the Z. I hear on Russian servers everyone shoots everyone on site. Hmmm.
You can't necessarily trust anyone who says they are friendly either. In the viscous fight for survival folks will usually shoot first and ask the questions later. However if you can make a true friend you are lucky. Generally speaking someone who will come onto Skype or team speak is trustworthy. And then there are the times when you must trust others with your life or to rescue you by way of morphine or blood transfusion.
So I waited in the darkness, then I heard the unmistakeable sound of footsteps. Tension filled the air as I clicked a mag into my enfield.
After some moments I stood up and sprinted to where I had been standing when he had shot at me. Sure enough he was there crouching over the same loot. Bang one shot to the head with the rifle and he was dead. Such is the way in DayZ . No mercy for the supposed friendly player.
This whole episode highlights the issue of wether or not to shoot other players on sight or not. You actually do not have time to ask someone if they be friend or foe because you have about 2 seconds to either kill or maybe be killed. Such is life in the Z. I hear on Russian servers everyone shoots everyone on site. Hmmm.
You can't necessarily trust anyone who says they are friendly either. In the viscous fight for survival folks will usually shoot first and ask the questions later. However if you can make a true friend you are lucky. Generally speaking someone who will come onto Skype or team speak is trustworthy. And then there are the times when you must trust others with your life or to rescue you by way of morphine or blood transfusion.
Day Z designer Dean "Rocket" Hall to speak at Rezzed
It's been called a lot of things already. Perhaps it's the best zombie game ever made. To others it's an increasingly rare Actual New Game. Playing it is nothing if not memorable. All this and Day Z is still in alpha.
Come along to Rezzed in a couple of weeks and you can hear from designer Dean "Rocket" Hall and Matt Lightfoot how this multiplayer mod for ArmA 2: Combined Operations has become the hottest thing in PC gaming in 2012.
Dean and Matt's Day Z developer session will take place on the second day of Rezzed, Saturday 7th July, at 2pm, and you can expect a mixture of development anecdotes and thoughts about the future. For those who haven't played it, we'll also have Day Z on the show floor so you can get your head around it.
In short though, it's a post-apocalyptic survival sim where you start on the beach of ArmA 2's massive island state of Chernarus with little to keep you going (a recent patch even removed a pistol as a spawn item). Day Z tasks you with staying alive despite the attentions of a roaming zombie population and the unpredictability of other human players.
It's the latter, combined with each character's persistent state - meaning you can log off and then the next time you log on you'll be in the same position, whichever server you choose - that makes Day Z so exciting. You may be bleeding profusely and stagger into a barn only to find a couple of other human survivors. Will they help you or will they shoot and rob you? When every inch of existence has to be fought for, and with human nature being what it is - especially on the internet - you just don't know.
Rezzed: The PC and Indie Games Show takes place on Friday 6th and Saturday 7th July at the Brighton Centre in Brighton. Tickets are available at www.rezzed.com.
We've still got a few big things to announce, but in the meantime we've already confirmed a huge range of playable blockbuster (Borderlands 2, Far Cry 3) and indie (Krater, Natural Selection 2) games, developer sessions from the likes of Gearbox Software boss Randy Pitchford and Introversion, and a huge indie arcade full of obscure curios like McPixel and QRTH-PHYL.
Oh, and everyone who attends will receive a free Dota 2 beta key after the show.
We're having a party and everything. It's going to be amazing. Come!
DayZ Novel : Bandit Romance pt1
I met her through a haze. Strong well featured. My eyes still blurry from the morphine shot she had just thrust into my chest.
High on the hill I had stayed in the mountain on the hill between Cherno and Electro. My legs broken and my blood low. I had managed to build a fire in a secluded misty cliff and cook the meat of beasts to stay alive.
And so she had appeared and brought me back to life. Her this innocent young thing. But little did she know of the life she had brought back.
But in the cruel world of an infected zombie apocalypse trapped somewhere in rural Russia anything could happen.......
We watched together below from the hills above. Down below, I with binoculars could see the corpse of the young survivor I had just shot right before the chopper had passed over early and shot me. A zombie was crouched over him eating his brains.
I showed off to her by sniping every zombie in the area quickly with my old enfield. The sound of each shot seemed to echo nearly all the way to chernigrosk.
As the sun went down I led us down to the fields below by the sea and shot a cow and a goat.
That night we hid up high on the mountain and sat round a fire having steak and beans.
Who knows what she thought? But I was surely grateful .
The moon passed away behind some cloud and the wind blew in from the sea blowing out the last of the embers.
The night was pitch black and the wind blew tormented through the trees. But still there was somthing still and peaceful about it. Far above and away from the horrors of unimaginable apocalypse and survival.
To wander alone, to live like a tiger . To kill or be killed. Welcome to the Z.
High on the hill I had stayed in the mountain on the hill between Cherno and Electro. My legs broken and my blood low. I had managed to build a fire in a secluded misty cliff and cook the meat of beasts to stay alive.
And so she had appeared and brought me back to life. Her this innocent young thing. But little did she know of the life she had brought back.
But in the cruel world of an infected zombie apocalypse trapped somewhere in rural Russia anything could happen.......
We watched together below from the hills above. Down below, I with binoculars could see the corpse of the young survivor I had just shot right before the chopper had passed over early and shot me. A zombie was crouched over him eating his brains.
I showed off to her by sniping every zombie in the area quickly with my old enfield. The sound of each shot seemed to echo nearly all the way to chernigrosk.
As the sun went down I led us down to the fields below by the sea and shot a cow and a goat.
That night we hid up high on the mountain and sat round a fire having steak and beans.
Who knows what she thought? But I was surely grateful .
The moon passed away behind some cloud and the wind blew in from the sea blowing out the last of the embers.
The night was pitch black and the wind blew tormented through the trees. But still there was somthing still and peaceful about it. Far above and away from the horrors of unimaginable apocalypse and survival.
To wander alone, to live like a tiger . To kill or be killed. Welcome to the Z.
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