OBA Story= One big ass story, read at the expense of your own health.
It all started on the 32/50 full Victory Gamerz Public server an hour ago...
Twas the 6th day I had stuck to my new home of Novy Petrovka, gathering loot and stashing it away with my now every growing collection of ghillie suits and rifles, and after beefing up my Mosin with a compensator, 5RND clip, PU scope, and ghillie wrap, I felt unstoppable! Now ready to set out East in search of an encounter, it occurred to me that in my nearly 250+ hours of game time, my eyes had never seen the city of Severograd. So I set off down the road amongst the trees to my new destination.
From what I can remember since my suppressed demise at Myshkino the first week of .58, I hadn't technically seen many players since I woke up on the beaches of Elektro. Seen them? Very much so, from Myshkino to Zelenogorsk and even far south as Balota. Engaged them? Not once, though a few times were tempting. Exploring the North brings an entirely new fight or flight experience to the game, every man knows what they are getting into and expects no mercy, however...nobody expects a survivor that sucks ass at shooting!
So lets cut to the chase, I made it to Severograd and I was super excited to finally enter this new town, when IMMEDIATELY I realized something was not right at all. Hopping the western fence, the first object I came across was a Minsk Refrigerator, and obviously took a look inside: An active heatpack.
Instantaneously, I ducked into a two story industrial building, sitting between a few sewing machines I frantically calculated my next move. Assuming that because the heatpack was activated and bright red, it hadn't been more than a few minutes since a player placed it in the fridge, and that more than likely he or she was lurking around the city in search of a player like myself. The worst scenario was officially a reality, I was now left to face the fight with absolutely ZERO idea of the geographical layout, aside from the forests.
My primary tactic to engage people is from unnoticed angles and ridiculous ranges, I follow the trees and always have a ghillie hood on to mask my face from an enemy's glance. However now, the ghillie only did the opposite at this point. I only had my mosin and a magnum, though ammo was certainly plentiful in my bag, I was afraid what I was up against was a close quarter skirmish to my untimely and abrupt death.
Oh how wrong I was...
At this point and roughly a minute after first crouching down, I immediately remembered the treeline to the south, an area with just enough cover to slip out of sight, but also just enough to pop an eye to overlook the city and confirm or deny my fears. Retracing my path, I ran back out past the refrigerator and started up the first terraced hill.
Timing my steps and keeping an eye over my shoulder, I easily cleared the first two terraces and it was at the arrival of the third and final one before the treeline, that I immediately noticed a well.
Rather than run away from the well I chose to strafe across towards the back of the house adjacent to it, and no sooner than I had passed by the well that the shots of an AK74 rang out, 5 METERS TO MY RIGHT.
"RATATATATATATA....RATATATA!" went the rifle, sending me scrambling in the opposite direction for the closest building, I counted at least 15 shots in the moment of pure adrenaline, but I couldn't stop running! Parallel to the last terraced hill I literally ran and jumped fences for my life, hearing the well-camping psychopath with the AK sending noise in my direction.
Three houses down I immediately decided I had made enough distance, shut all of the doors in the one story orange and yellow house I was in, and proceeded to lock the front door with my lockpick, only to now realize I was sitting in the housing agency's equivalent of a "Swiss Cheese Block", EIGHT windows surrounded me. At this moment, I knew I had fucked up.
Scrambling to act before I heard any footsteps or more gunshots, I looked briefly around the house to find the savior of home defense, the IZH Shotgun. Thanking myself for grabbing shells not 5 minutes before, I loaded the ammo and waited prone aimed at the front door...
15 minutes had passed since the god awfully bad shooter had first unloaded on me, and the worst of it was that I had ABSOLUTELY no idea where the shooter was at, and knew that NOW was my chance to make a run for it before things possibly got worse. Without thinking I shot both rounds into the doorframe, blasting it wide open, and ran straight out and around back to the final terrace, switching my Mosin into my hands.
Once making it up the hill, I laid underneath the massive cover of a pine tree, squinting through the trees with my binoculars in the hopes of seeing any sign of the shooter.
20 more minutes passed in completely silence, albeit the buzzing fly here and there.
Never in my entire game time had I had such a near-heart-attack experience before, and now can safely say I narrowly avoided death at the hands of a player that COULD NOT aim to save his life.
Thank you based Well
If you made it this far, you're fucking savage, enough said.
Submitted October 12, 2015 at 12:29PM by dorrzun http://ift.tt/1ZtSJak dayz
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