Fucking shit title, well done George. This is a tale about Dayz and one of my experiences with the game so far, so grab a chair, and a dog and sit a while. TWAS A BEAUTIFUL FRESH MORNING ON THE DAY OF SUNDAY. So we're in, myself heading towards my four compadres, currently holding up in Cherno. Listening to my team's paranoia of one another over teamspeak gave me little encouragement, causing me to doubt how they lasted so long... i knew for a fact that my presence would be more detrimental than beneficial given previous experience but we banded together none the less.
I soon came to realize (again) the power groups have in this game, as the five of us tore through the city. We came across a few stray survivors... none of which survived. I mean, being the new comer and only armed with a baseball bat i still beat an unarmed man to death... just to steal his shades, fabulous. We chased two guys before deal the final blow or two, we were the bad guys, the guys i'd come to hate in the past. WHO AM I?! We all chosen our new uniform, bright yellow raincoats and the payday clown masks, myself choosing the "no pants" look. We headed inland, on a brutal high.
THE FIGHTHHAHHTUHE|! You know the hospital and the apartment buildings? C'mon you know, don't lie to me. Moving through the hills we saw another heavily armed group, obviously they we're a threat (out of the way and keeping to their own business) we opened fire... at least my teammates did, still only armed with my bat (named Eleanor) i just gave moral support. The fight was brutal and long, i died quick trying to charge them down, thankfully re-spawning only five minutes away. The final survivor was one of ours.... was it worth it? I don't know.... i don't know anymore.
We gathered what we could, unfortunately our group was split once more and we we're down hard on all supplies. We decided to regroup and start a fresh. Li (we'll call him - team member playing as an Asian feller) had somehow lost the ocean and somehow ended up deep inland, i don't even know how, i really don't. We decided to forgo this brutal ocean life style and head inland to find Li. The four of us followed the road inland desperately searching for supplies, i should probably mention at this point that one of our team was quite disturbingly determined to collect our blood, despite almost being dead ourselves. By the time we'd reached the town Li was located in we had a good collection of varied supplies. Blood, vitamins, rotten food, other various medical supplies, you name it!
We met up with Li on the hillside, himself almost dead from starvation and blood loss. No worries, creepy blood guy is here. So apparently you need to make sure you've got the right blood type before you give someone blood, the more you know. Completely ignoring that, bloody as he'll be known proceeded on with the transfusion. Did it work? Nope. At thus Li was put into a standing coma. HE WAS MAGNIFICENT, somehow he had his compass out and was stood with his head facing the sun... but was unconscious. We searched the town desperately for anything to help but.... we got bored. We fed Li everything we had, we even gave him medical alcohol, that'll be one hell of a hangover if he wakes. We handcuffed him which was just hilarious, the animation got stuck in a loop and it was just beautiful.
Eventually i came up with an awesome idea (braggin yo.) We'd take Li's own blood and then transfuse it back into him. It was risky but we had nothing left. It worked! Li was back! Naked and handcuffed we celebrated the return of our friend on that hillside in the sun. We had trouble but with the return of the team i'm feeling good about the future and i know... that we won't last long at all, we're a fucking mess at the best of times.