You might know me as Papa Spoon. (Caligula)

I've been a fan of the fps genre since peanut butter met Jelly. You know, when Wolfenstein 3d came out back in 92'.
Though it was duke nukem 3d where I decided it was "my" genre, and Halo when I could afford what I needed.
Battlefield 2 was when my addiction truly started. And though I love the series I knew I needed a great zombie game.

L4D came around and showed a zombie fps could be done well. Still something was missing. One day I was taking a stroll on Kotaku.. or would taking a surf be correct?
The irrelevance of that doesn't change the fact it introduced me to DayZ. A near perfect blend of what you always wanted in a zombie game. Though it has its issues and rocket loves to take fun out of it, the general experience is amazing.

So there I was, fresh spawn sporting the makarov, decided I was going into a house. Finally found a frickin' house I could enter. You remember the feeling. All the houses just to tease you.
Found a map. compass. beans. Alice pack. And a new sense of accomplishment. I might just survive this damn zombie apocalypse. *Bang, boom, and some other noises*. Some asshole just shot me! I hide inside, use my band aid. Viewing the world through 3k health and a shitty 1940's black and white picture. Decided I'd stay in there for a bit. Not sure of the best course of action. And what do ya know, I found that asshole! One makarov clip in his face and I got my first kill.

The point of that story is, even though I am here to shoot zombies, outside of our group I shoot on site.
Not to "survive" or in revenge, but because that one asshole taught me the most important part of DayZ.
Shooting people is still the best feeling of satisfaction you can get from this game.
That and ruining people's days any chance you get.

Caligula wrote:I've been a fan of the fps genre since peanut butter met Jelly. You know, when Wolfenstein 3d came out back in 92'.
Though it was duke nukem 3d where I decided it was "my" genre, and Halo when I could afford what I needed.
Battlefield 2 was when my addiction truly started. And though I love the series I knew I needed a great zombie game.

L4D came around and showed a zombie fps could be done well. Still something was missing. One day I was taking a stroll on Kotaku.. or would taking a surf be correct?
The irrelevance of that doesn't change the fact it introduced me to DayZ. A near perfect blend of what you always wanted in a zombie game. Though it has its issues and rocket loves to take fun out of it, the general experience is amazing.

So there I was, fresh spawn sporting the makarov, decided I was going into a house. Finally found a frickin' house I could enter. You remember the feeling. All the houses just to tease you.
Found a map. compass. beans. Alice pack. And a new sense of accomplishment. I might just survive this damn zombie apocalypse. *Bang, boom, and some other noises*. Some asshole just shot me! I hide inside, use my band aid. Viewing the world through 3k health and a shitty 1940's black and white picture. Decided I'd stay in there for a bit. Not sure of the best course of action. And what do ya know, I found that asshole! One makarov clip in his face and I got my first kill.

The point of that story is, even though I am here to shoot zombies, outside of our group I shoot on site.
Not to "survive" or in revenge, but because that one asshole taught me the most important part of DayZ.
Shooting people is still the best feeling of satisfaction you can get from this game.
That and ruining people's days any chance you get.

lol i can't argue with your reasoning, cali!

jp