Miscreated!
Logged in, saw a town. Entered some buildings, heard a car while eyeing several zombies. As I ran out to see if I could catch sight of it it faded into the distance. I was looking through a self storage area when I spotted a plume of smoke rising about a quarter mile off. I ran towards it, across a bridge, and found a huge windmill near where the smoke had risen. About fifty yards off, I spotted a man running.
I caught up and started shouting hello. He turned, wearing a black and orange hockey mask. He slowly raised an assault rifle and pointed at me. I begged off, saying it was a misunderstanding and that I'd go. As I backed down the path, two men appeared from the bushes behind me, also decked out in military gear.
"Well this is how my first life ends I suppose" I said.
"No you're okay bro, you're literally the first person we have met in weeks who hasn't tried to kill us," said a man with a thick Canadian accent. And so it began, my adventure with three life long friends. Chris, Derek, and Justin have been friends since they were four, 22 years ago. Their banter was a blast and they geared me up. The smoke was from a truck they had crashed so we went searching for another. After stealing a golf cart, we found a car which we fixed up and drove into the city.
We met a man. He killed Chris and stole the car. We killed a brute zombie, looted a police station, I rode a bike, we stalked some guys, legged it back to their base and the let me join their clan. These are the kinds of adventures that games like Dayz and his can produce. Good times!
The rain storm effects are terrific. This was dusk outside a FEMA station.