You were close to killing me but not close enough. Although I will say this, and listen closely YOU LITTLE SCUMBAG. You don't know JACK about the realities of no life DayZ. Not being able to play DayZ all day is hell, I feed off the putrid smell of body odour.
Imagine this, you get separated from your squad. The enemy is closing in on you, and you're down to the last magazine. You've got two options. You turn that AUG AX on yourself and pull the trigger, taking yourself out of the game and letting your teammates down LIKE A LOSER, or you go down fighting like a true DayZ sweat lord warrior!
SUDDENLY YOUR'E SURROUNDED. YOU DO A DROPSHOT LEAN SPAM AND SHOOT ONE OF THEM IN THE GORKA HELMET. IT RICHOCHETS OFF AND HITS ONE OF HIS TEAM MATES. 2 DOWN, 3 TO GO.
You don’t understand how seriously I take this game and you have the audacity to beg for mercy because you need to go feed your 2 year old.

+Rep good player xD

+rep nice mate

прими го обмен

gets carried to his rank -rep

-rep eats taco bell