Back with a story to tell.

I think its about time I fire up that DayZ blog again...

Its 12:00 AM, I've slept pretty much all day due to this stupid flu I have and can't get back to sleep.

So the story goes like this. I log in to find out that a few things have happened:

1) The camp I had originally set up in the far west of Chernarus was compromised. Barbed wire was cut, tents looted and a couple of the bikes I had stored up were gone. Except for one.

2) A chunk of my perishable inventory was missing. I lost a bunch of M4 magazines, water, food and my Makarov magazines and bandages that were readily accessible. I had extras in my backpack, which seemed to have survived whatever happened with my inventory.

So, with that done, I figured I might as well do something silly and do some Cross Country Biking from one end of Chernarus to the other. Starting at the far west of the coastal highway, all the way to the northeast. At this time of night, not many people were playing, so going through both Chernogorsk and Elektrozavodsk was without any issue or conflict. So, beyond that point its just open highway, small towns and whatever else. Clear as can be aside from the hordes of zombies that catch notice for a moment.

Eventually I pass into the Krutoy region, which is where the highway and coast bends up to the north. I wasn't expecting much at all beyond this point, since players prefer to stick within, or between, or north of Cherno/Elektro. All I had in mind was just to get up to Berezino (Last city on the highway going north), Hide my bike and then log off. Mission accomplished, do something interesting tomorrow.

But nope. My luck had something completely different in mind.

Not too far along the road from the Krutoy bend is a small, industrial-esque town called Solichniy. Coming from the south, you pass through the town itself, then you start to go through the factories and docking area. At the very end of this are two bridges, One for a train and another for vehicles.

Approaching this, I noticed that the bridge had been blocked off entirely with Barbed wire. I didn't really think too much of this at the moment, as its not uncommon for other survivors to block off a bridge, or an entrance of a building just to be dicks. So I turned off to the train bridge and zipped on over. Or well, tried to at least. At the very end, they had put more barbed wire, almost underground due to a glitch in the terrain. The bike got stuck.

I hopped off the thing and went to take care of the barbed wire.

Until I heard an engine roar to life, and a military jeep wheel out behind a building and start hurdling towards me over the train bridge. I'll be honest with you, I don't think there has ever been a moment in this game that has ever had me go deerfaced at a computer screen. I stood up, backpeddled and started hammering rounds at the driver side window of the vehicle and stepped off to the side of the bridge.

The vehicle tried to ram me, but ended up deflecting off of the railing I had retreated behind. It continued on for about 10 meters before one guy ejected from the driver side. He was bleeding, I had apparently hit him in my initial spray of fire. Having plenty of rounds left in my rifles magazine, I proceeded to blast him with whatever was left inside of my gun. I reloaded, approached his fallen body and dumped more rounds into his face, and noticed the vehicle had started to rev up again.

I dumped more rounds into the vehicle as it tried to retreat, but whoever was driving now was probably panicking as much as I was and fired the vehicle off, full speed, along a raised railway. The vehicle lost its balance and flipped off onto its side and the new driver attempted to eject. The second he got back up, I once again dumped the entirety of my magazine into him and killed him.

At the end of it all. I was left with two dead bandits. Two less magazines. One fucked up jeep. A potential heart murmur and my Trusty Ringy Dingy Bicycle.

I love that fucking thing.

Once I had regained my bearings I hid in the ditch of the bridge for a few moments to see if anyone else was going to show their ugly face. Minutes passed and nothing, just quiet. So I figured I might as well test my luck and see what these fuckers were packing. The first guy I had killed had the same rifle as me, An M4a1 CCO. But he had only a few magazines which I took up.

The next guy over at the jeep had a bit more of a bounty. I was able to grab Nightvision, Radio and a couple makarov magazines. After checking both of them, I didn't bother to take the time to hide the bodies. I just buggered off, got on my bike and finished off what ended up to be the worlds most fucked up cross country bicycle ride.

I love this game.