This a forum about getting people to tell their stories in dayZ, I'll start off.
When I was driving to Kamenka tents I was greeted with a wave by a man called Jerry, I stopped and talked for a bit and after that we were on our jolly way. After Kamenka with headed around the map. After this we were fully geared and were back at the same place we met, Balota. We found a Walkie Talkie so we decided to use it, we found a friendly man named Garry who didnt know many things about the game and we decided to teach him. Now at this time I had played for around 6 hours and was getting tired. After we picked him up we started taking shots and a lucky pot shot hit Jerry. I had to stop and save him, I got him back up and we ran to the closest house but before we managed to get into safety I got head shotted but just before I managed to sneak a few words in which were "If I die, remember its not always about killing people, have fun and remember our story" I dropped dead. My heart sank. I said "goodbye Jerry and Garry" for the last time. Remember its not about killing people, its about having fun and thats exactly what happened.
Lil Fella Singing off!