DayZ Adventures Part 2: Fear and Loathing in Chernarus (actually Taviana but it sounds better)

Fear and Loathing in Chernarus (actually Taviana but it sounds better)

After my first weekend of being the “owner” of a castle, even though I kind of successfully defended my base, I definitely did not feel as safe as I thought I would feel in my base.  Fear had been struck into my heart.  I needed to take a break from this place and so the next time I died, I opted to spawn in on the small island instead of the big one.  Originally I setup my base on the large island somewhat near Lyepestok due to it having a trader city.  My buddy had suggested this to me as an initial base area due to there being many barracks surrounding the trader city.  Unfortunately, everyone is aware of that, and people who don’t like challenges often swarm to this area for easy pickings.

I think one thing that can be said about the small island, is that while there are fewer people on it, the ones you do run into are probably going to be more dangerous than your run of the mill big islander.  But I decided to take my chances anyway.  I would try and play it safe by keeping my travel limited to a bike in the woods.  At first I did not seek out barracks for weapons as I was again trying to stay safe.  I would stick to fire stations and police stations.  I actually had a route that I did to get started that most people would probably want to die after doing a few times as it was not very productive, and while I felt safe, I probably wasn’t very.  I would start by looting the fire stations in Branibor and then ride my bike in the woods to Topolka and loot the fire station there, then I would go back and loot Branibor and do this until my bag was full with at least assault rifles, and then I would sell them at the Branibor trader city.

I was eventually able to get a safe which I placed in the woods by Branibor.  After making many trips along my ridiculous route to make shit money very slowly, I began to rethink what I was actually doing.  The point of this game is that it is scary, you can lose all your shit if you’re not careful.  But to let that fear control my actions?  In an FPS game which is arguably my strongest field?  I was having second thoughts.  I was beginning to consider overcoming my fears.

Rampage!

In order to attempt to overcome his fears, our brave hero Bonedead decides he needs to instill some fear into others, instead of having it instilled in himself.

Fucking with your Neighbor

After taking fire from a neighbor while just passing by, Bonedead exacts his revenge, and he may have a problem.

Learning to Fly

The spoils of war entice Bonedead to take a chance, which may or may not have been a good idea.

Master Builder

Finally regaining his confidence, Bonedead begins planting his roots, with lots and lots of cinder blocks.

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DayZ Adventures Part 1: Trapped in a Castle

I’m doing this post a little differently in that there will be some bold words and a bit of, I guess you could call it, organization.  I wouldn’t call it that really, what it really is, is me remembering all the shit I was excited about that I meant to write about but didn’t because I HAVE TO PLAY MORE GOD DAMNIT!  Anyways, here we go.

Trapped in a Castle

As I may or may not have mentioned in my previous post, my base is being built in a castle.  The castle only has one entrance for those on foot or in ground vehicles which is blocked off by an indestructible cinder garage door that I built.  The only other way in is to land a helicopter on the tower in the middle, which just so happens to be occupied by, a broken to shit helicopter that isn’t going anywhere.  So really the only way to get in barring me fucking up and letting someone in the front, is if they have a helicopter and feel like taking a risk and trying to land in the yard of the castle.  This would mean not accidentally clipping a tree or castle wall, which would mean landing veerrry slowly which if I was there during, would give me plenty of time to react.  That said, this weekend I was shitting my pants in my castle.

I had just bought a new ATV at the nearest trader city and as I started riding it out of town a Humvee with a mounted turret decided to try and kill me.  I was certain I lost them before leaving the city, I looked behind me and zoomed in and didn’t see anything.  So I went home, locked up the garage, and as I finished storing my loot in my safe I hear the rumble of vehicle engines.  They fuckin found me!  My instincts kick in and I climb the stairs to my tower.  At the top of these stairs is a small hole in the wall I can peek out of and look at whoever is standing at my door.  The Humvee pulled right up to my door and I shot some at the driver side window.  That was when I noticed the turret start moving, I took one or two more shots and quickly side stepped behind the castle rock.  This is when I shit my pants.  The dude shot that thing and it was so loud and so close to me, it felt like my bullets had zero impact on them whereas I knew I would probably die from one shot of that turret.  I froze for a moment in fear, it all seemed futile.

So I decided to make a dash for it.  I had unfortunately allowed myself to be pinned down behind a small part of a rock wall on my stairs, I had to cross the gap again to get anywhere, so I just went for it and surprisingly made it.  I felt pretty helpless at this point, I was alone, they had two ground vehicles circling my castle now and a helicopter was flying high above, I assumed he was spotting me for them or something.  So, I just kinda sat in my tower and waited.  After about 15 minutes go by I stop hearing the vehicles around my walls and start to feel a little bit better.  I start making my way upstairs to the top of the tower to see if I can see anything.  Right before I pop my head out the turret fires again.  This is also where I shit my pants.  After wiping up I realized what was happening.  They moved their Humvee halfway up a mountain nearby and are shooting my friend’s helicopter (now you know why it is broken).  This is a common practice in DayZ, you can’t kill the person?  Shoot his fuckin stuff, cus fuck that guy, that’s why.

I went back downstairs to the middle of my tower and crouched by a window that could apparently see that part of the mountain.  The server was going to restart soon (reboots every 2 hours) and I waited until the last minute or two to peek out.  The Humvee was still on the mountain, but I couldn’t see anyone in or around it with my binoculars.  So I pulled my gun back out and shot that motherfuckers tires off.  Fuckers.  After the restart I took a little break to eat some food and when I came back on they had abandoned their vehicle and left.  No one was killed but I lost my friend’s helicopter and they lost their Humvee with mounted turret.  I chalk this one up as a win because I didn’t die inside my base.  But it did reveal to me that I still didn’t feel safe in my base, which is kind of the point of having a base imo.

That is it for today folks.  Below are the names of the upcoming stories I will write about (in chronological order, of course) and a brief description of them.  I had originally planned to write all of these today but I have this strange feeling they will all be as long as this one, which would make it the longest blog post in the history of blog posts, which is why I am instead just going to split them up and try and write one each day.  I will update the next stories’ titles each post if I encounter any to add.  Hope you enjoyed and come back for more.

Fear and Loathing in Chernarus (actually Taviana but it sounds better)

Bonedead realizes that he is afraid of people with guns, and that the thought of assaulting a castle entices people with guns.

Rampage!

In order to attempt to overcome his fears, our brave hero Bonedead decides he needs to instill some fear into others, instead of having it instilled in himself.

Fucking with your Neighbor

After taking fire from a neighbor while just passing by, Bonedead exacts his revenge, and he may have a problem.

Learning to Fly

The spoils of war entice Bonedead to take a chance, which may or may not have been a good idea.

Master Builder

Finally regaining his confidence, Bonedead begins planting his roots, with lots and lots of cinder blocks.

Cool shit

I’ve been bouncing from game to game recently, all leaving me feeling rather unfulfilled.  I think I had like 3 or 4 subs active at one time to different MMOs (AO, SWTOR, DAoC, EVE, and maybe WoW?) and was still trying to find something that could scratch that itch.  I would start a new world in Minecraft and build a cool little cave home under a small waterfall multiple times, I downloaded Freelancer which is old as dirt (and actually had fun for a day), and I played some emulated old games (daoc genesis and swgemu).  Nothing was doing it for me.  I wore myself out on the CSGO matchmaking, it was just too stressful for me for some reason.  Pretty much, the picture I’m trying to paint for you now, is that things weren’t looking very good lol.

But then I remembered something I was going to play with a friend a month or so ago, we had installed it but at the last minute he said he thinks he didn’t want to do it, so I just uninstalled and went about my business.  I remembered the premise of this game/mod/mods during my low point and realized that it checked off a lot of the boxes that I was yearning for in a game at the moment.  Big open world?  Check.  First person shooter?  Check.  Owning things and progressing through effort?  Check.  Danger?  Check.  So what is it you may be asking yourself?  Well, it is a mashup of mods for a mod of a game.  The game is Arma 2: Operation Arrowhead, the mod is DayZ, the mods that are mashed up to make the game are Overwatch and Epoch.  The mod that those two things create?  Overpoch.

Now I was almost always able to enjoy DayZ the mod for the most part, sometimes the travel gets to me but usually I don’t notice it and the time just flies.  What makes this version different is that you can own vehicles and build bases and actually secure these things from theft/destruction with a bit of work.  There are vendors that you can sell items you find to, then use that money to buy just about every item in the game.  If you purchase a vehicle you are given a key for it and you can lock your car so people can’t take things out of it or take the car itself.  They can still shoot the fuck out of it though, so before you get a good car you may want to build yourself a garage first.  Yeah, that’s right, build yourself a garage.  You will most likely start out with wooden walls and such but you can upgrade to I believe Cinder walls which are indestructible.  You can get safes that are locked by a 4 digit code (that you need to write down very quickly after you place it) and your doors can be locked as well.  You can even use your hatchet (or a chainsaw which uses mixed fuel) to chop down trees for wood to start making shit.

I have only been playing for two days now (I believe my toon has been alive like 1 day and 13 hours or so) and while the first day was pretty rough feeling, once you get your bearings it really is a blast.  That said, I haven’t died yet.  I feel like dying could probably put a little damper on my day.  But I would still have my money in a safe in an undisclosed location, not to mention the toolbox you start with can be deployed as a bike (which you can pack back up into a toolbox when you’re done) so getting home after a death won’t be that bad.

What my friend told me to do is get a vehicle, park near a military barracks, go into the barracks and load up on guns, drop em in your vehicle, rinse repeat until vehicle and person are full.  Then you go to the trader (though I have heard you can get your vehicle stolen there in the safe zone somehow, so I park a ways away and bike back and forth just in case) and sell all your shit.  From there you can buy food/drinks/ammo/guns/medical supplies/building supplies/ or vehicles, no problem.  The tricky part though, is once you leave the safe zone around the trader, you may get shot at by jerkoffs with sniper rifles.

One of my first trips to the trader led to me buying an ATV for like 2 gold.  When I left I began taking fire, I swerved a lot and luckily the guy missed every shot cus he’s a newb, but it sure would have sucked if he hit me.  My only other encounter with someone was while I was filling up on more weapons to sell at a barracks.  I stepped out and saw him and he shot at me.  I ran back behind the wall, pulled out my M14 AIM (I think) because my pistol is quiet and used for killin zombies that spawn there.  I peeked back around the corner and didn’t see him, so I aggressively pushed out checking to the left as I came around the corner and then I saw him at the very edge of the wall.  I started popping off shots and he got off one I think before I dropped him.  After fighting off all the zombie attention I swung back around to his body to find he only had a rinky dink little Lee Enfield (which I love to use, it isn’t that bad, but against a M14 AIM it is kind of suicide unless you hit the first shot).  I felt bad about it but hey, he shot at me first!

It feels good.  I’ve got a game that I can’t stop thinking about at work, which makes me want to just put my nose to the grindstone to make time fly so I can get home and play more.