Now this is a story all about how my dayz got flipped turned upside down, now I' d like to take a
minute, Just sit right there, I' ll tell you how I became dead in a town called Chernogorsk.
This is a more recent adventure, and it prompted a week' s break just because of
how much I lost, among other reasons. It' s a long one, brace yourself.
Pplaying Dayz at night on a low populated server (Thought M get some nice loot runs in.)
Suecide to head to Chemo
Scince the last story, I' picked up a pistol and tons of ammo for both guns.
m trying to find accessories for my Mosin, because I want to try sniping.
to building near docks where a few good weapons can be found.
voice chat I hear this creepy as fuck chuckling
on and pull up the list of players on the server.
and six other people on the server total.
list is Chodestroker, Catnips( wtf), four other boring names I can' t really remember and
this last fucking guy. There' s no way I could ever know if it was this guy or any of the others, but i
would bet my left and right nuts that it was him.
the fuck would you ever
can' t even
am so done
anywho, walking in the dark, killing zeds left and right with my fire axe, making my way
into building near the docks with a high chance for weapon spawns
chuckling again. Shine headlamp in a circle around me.
nothing. out to see if I left any windows open.
Wihile I' m tabbed out, I hear the raspiest fucking voice.
WELCOME TO MY REALM MORTAL."
back in and nearly shit my pants.
standing two feet away from me perfectly illuminated by my headlamp with a splitter
axe in hand ready to chop my fucking head off.
his clothes are gone except for the fucking clown mask.
goddamn clown mask. Fun fact: Clowns absolutely terrify me.
Iscream like girl and throw my headset at the moniter.
around in game and fucking book it.
YOU CANNOT RUN FROM THE OF DEATH!"
in a straight line for a full minute. Turn around and look around with my headlamp
a minute to collect my breath.
headset back on
Soomeone is humming the jaws theme.
off headlamp and lay down on the ground.
l CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR AND IT SMELLS LIKE FEAR"
Spuddenly axe in my fucking back
gget up, bleed everywhere, book it again
Gooing full on Ray Charles into the wilderness
stuck on tree
out pistol, fire wildly into the night
fourteen trees and a squirell
Scilence on headset
Threathing slowed down, in game and URL
eeverything is quiet
headlamp back on
fucker was just waiting for me.
t run, can' t think, just sitting and shitting in fear
You are dead."
immense trouble sleeping that night.
I haven' t even gotten to the good stuff yet...