Haha now this is a lovely number my buddy wolf did for me today when he was at college. Pretty much my guy Gustav buying wolf and his buddy time to escape, in the Day Z setting there are characters who are branded as Bandits for doing things such as stealing from players, killing players and things like that. I saw my guy Gustav as a Bandit but not exactly the kind who would ALWAYS be bad, maybe rough around the edgers but not always bad.

This bitching piece was done by my fuzzy buddy  Zenwolf117 Haha dude has some mad skillz with guns and tactical looking armor and the like. Totally should recommend giving em a look sometime! Draws some damn good weapons and shit hahah but yeah without further a due I'll give you a little snippet from Gustav's experience as a Bandit.

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Day 309: Damn it's been 309 days since I got free of that gulag prison, 309 days of struggling and fighting and killing to keep what's mine to keep myself alive. I thought getting out of the prison was a god send and now that I'm out here, in the nit and grit of the real world it's a surreal experience. I started out with a guy I made friends with back in the gulag, his name was Viko, that's what I remember em telling me, dah Viko. He was a young fucker maybe no older than 19 but I guess he did something bad enough to be sent to this shit hole so I couldn't assume anything.

Turned out he was framed by the little gang he was part of back in one of the bigger cities. What was it? Ahh Elektro, Dah that was it when whatever this plague is hit us took our chance and made an escape the guards had simple left us there to fucking rot. Damn bastards, the Zombies had slowly been roaming into the prison finding prisoner filled cells and pretty much making a meal out of them. I was determined not to die and the way Viko was getting made it obvious he was scared and wanted to get out. So we did just that got the hell out of dodge the first chance we got barely made it out alive in hindsight. But in end Viko still bought it later on.

A few weeks into us being on our surviving we had met up with a small group, two others. We THOUGHT we could trust them turned out one of them was working for a small bandit group. They ambushed us and rounded us up save for the bastard that had been leading us to them. After taking all our shit they lined us up and started with Viko, poor kid was praying when they snuffed em out then moved on and did the same to the next guy. I had made a promise to myself and Viko that we'd make it out alive and find a nice little place to shack up in for a while possibly.

Kids practically followed me to his grave and right at the leveled his pistol to off me I lost it; I charged him and scooped him up taking him over the edge of a small hill. Tumbling down until we stopped at the bottom of the hill, I was over and had the advantage I pulverized his face into mush with my bare fucking hands and I enjoyed every second of it. I grabbed his pistol and ol Ak-47 as his buddies came down to rescue him and fired a burst into both of them. Three in the chest one in the head, then I hunted down the little piece of shit that had lead us in and did something special with him. I shot him in both knees and grabbed some of the rope the bastards had on them and tied him up to a tree before policing the ammo and weapons and other useful gear, hell got a nice set clothing and tactical gear out of it.

Came back to the sniveling little scum bag and then tossed down two flares and shot three rounds into the air. Pretty much ringing the dinner bell as he pleaded for his life, something in me that day died I think, the side that wanted to believe that there were good people out there and shit. It was replaced with something far more brutal and simplistic, turned the game into simply survival and so far that's how it's been playing out. Scav'n what I can run into less than friendly people which were given the same treatment as the ones before.

Maybe there were one or two survivors out there I helped, gave em some meds, ammo food maybe? Dragged their unconscious ass back to my campsite, patched em up made sure they were up and walking and then left giving them whatever weapons I wouldn't or just don't want to use, along with the campsite and whatever goods I couldn't pack in. But then again I've done things, things I'm not proud of and that'll take to my grave knowing I did them. But if I survive one day long, one hour, one minute or one second longer, then I'll do anything....ANYTHING to secure that.

But I don't actively seek out people; I don't go to calls for help when I hear em over the radio. That's a big way to get ambushed for sure and if you're dumb enough to fall for it then you deserve what you get....Whelp I think I rambled on enough in here, for fucks sake I wanna get out of this country.

Day 310- Well low and fucking behold I wasn't the only one who decided it would be a good idea to go raid the airfield in Elektro after days of scavin out in the county side. Ran into two survivors, one a big ass dire wolf who hasn't taken his eyes off of me or at the very least has been watching me since I decided to hook up with em. He clearly doesn't trust me, not that I give a fuck either way but, the other survivor is a kid named Kevin Calls emself chief. Hahahahah....Besides being weary as fuck he seems nice enough, from what I can gather they had a little run in with some bandits, well Chief did and they roughed em up something awful.

Reminds me A LOT of Viko, kid is trying to keep some sense of humanity alive. Only reason he got ambushed he told me after a bit of prodding on my part was because he was trying to help. People can't be decent human beings anymore and just help each other anymore? Damn just how far do we gotta fall before we realize we're turning into the monsters we're trying to fight? Bah....Chief may not trust me just like his friend but I think part of him wants to.

Ya know I don't even know why I write in this damn thing anymore, it's not like I have anything decent to share in here half the time and I'm just as bad as most the fuckers out here? Why would anyone care to read about me hmm? Well if you are reading this and I didn't survive long enough to meet ya, can you do me a favor? DON'T let this world change ya, don't let what you go through here compromise who you are, all that good jazz. ALWAYS be who you are and don't become nothing more than a fucking monster who can think straight.