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I'm rolling with a suppressed M4 HALO, pump-action shotgun with flash light and a M1911 pistol.

The game isn't fun and I don't think it's supposed to be. The developer gave a talk at Rezzed in which he said every decision he made was motivated by the feelings he wanted to evoke in the player. None of the feelings he talked about had anything to do with fun. They were mainly feelings of terror and desperation. Edit: The bike does seem to be a fun generator.

Ugh, damn the Atlantic Ocean. Too many pings.

Do some Thumbs wan't to seek Fame? Tweet @ColourfulStuff or post in here if you wan't to meet up.

Maybe worth checking out then. I enjoyed the setting and voice acting. The Fosters joke in the intro cinematic made me chuckle.

Oh fuck, that was terrifying! I just heard an engine, heard gunshots and saw a crashed helicopter (randomly spawn with high level military equipment) at the same time. The heli had already been looted but the zombies became displeased at my presence. As I ran I saw a survivor's body so I killed the ten or so zombies and grabbed the silenced M4 he was carrying! Then ran for the hills.

I agree, an Idle Thumbz Day is essential. We would have to pick a date, time, location and server. Green Mountain could be a good place to start, you can see it from miles away and is relatively near the coast.

I was once a sultry, 6'4", statuesque goddess. There isn't much to do in Aberystwyth.

I decided I didn't really want to carry on playing the original when I found a peace of puzzle critical gum that looked like a single pink pixel.

A witch with a shape shifting familiar?

Now they know the basics I would like to see the young apprentices team up.

Just thought I would pop a DayZ story here apropos of the live stream. My first survivorm'n was doomed from the start. He arrived on the shore without a weapon, supplies or local knowledge; fear was all he had. Having heard of the bandits that stalk the coastline he instinctively began moving towards a vast forest ahead of him. Half remembering a dozen war films he decided to follow hedgerows, keeping low and rarely stopping. A bright blue road sign stood in stark contrast to the grey little town beyond. Excitedly but cautiously he edged towards it knowing that discovering where his journey had begun could he valuable if he found a map. Cyrillic, the sign was written in an alphabet he had once studied for a month in school, over three years ago. His efforts to decipher the alphabet were pointless, and distracted him from the figures moving towards him. A moan told him it was time to give up and get to the woods, but by this time the zombies were meters away. Crawling back to the bushes he felt dejected and silly for putting himself in danger for no reward. Reaching the forest he found time to gather his thoughts and committed himself to a cautious, solitary and transitory existence, deciding to avoid anybody he saw and stay clear of towns. He had come closer than he wanted to the shambling dead and had no desire to fight, not that he could without a weapon. In vast loops he skulked through the forests, looting farms for sustenance, never finding a weapon other than a large splitting axe he hoped to never use. He had learned that the dead were stupid and almost oblivious to the cautious survivor. The living proved mostly absent from the forests he tread. Once a desperate man ran in the opposite direction on the other side of the road he was following (he always walked a few meters from the road) pursued by a pack of screaming zombies. He watched impotently as the man was chased out of view. A barn stood before him on the outskirts of a small town, deep in the heart of the country. No zombies weren't close enough to notice the man walk into the barn, but when he stepped through the door he saw two standing on the hay shelves. Panicked he turned and ran straight into a zombie blocking the door he had come through. Swinging his axe frantically he killed the hungry monsters. Having been knocked to the ground he stood and tried to move back to the empty barn. Falling to the ground he realised his leg was broken. He crawled to the barn in the hope that there would be something to mend his broken bone. A rifle and ammunition lay where a zombie had stood. Cursing himself for running he took the weapon and crawled back outside. He wasn't going to starve to death with a broken leg, he was going to kill as many zombies as he could before they tore him apart. Shaking with pain he aimed at a zombie less than 100 meters away and fired, it reeled an collapsed. He felt satisfied with this ending. He felt like one of the good guys, doomed to fail as a man never meant to be put in his situation, but who in the end could die like a hero. Then a figure came from the left, a survivor, roughly equidistant from him and his target. "Friendly, friendly! I need help! Help me!" the crippled survivor shouted, all sense of heroism smothered by a desire to live. The stranger circled around in a wide arc and came back into view on the right hand side of the survivor who as still begging for help. Unspeaking, he fired both barrels of his shotgun into the desperate man, killing him instantly. I'll never know how the murderer perceived our meeting. That is what makes DayZ so interesting/magical to me, every personal story has an oblique counterpart.

Sorry Andy, your interest in gaming is dumb.

Aww man, gorilla fist bumps are the best fist bumps.

The most disturbing thing is she is furry but also has hair a different colour to her fur. Is it a weave?

What are mascot platformers if not a furry gateway drug?

It's disgusting how disturbing people capitulate to authority. This reminds me of the Milgram experiment (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milgram_experiment). Real police get away with abuses of power for exactly the same reason, seeing a uniform and a title makes people compliant.

Damn, that fox thing as boobs. Furry boobs. There seem to be some really smart design decisions (like the segmented skill tree that prevents min-maxing and the replenishing crafting materials) and the animation is great. However, furry boobs. If anthropomorphic foxes with sweet tits are your thing, then by all means simultaneously knock out a 1000 hit combo and a wank.

Yeah, not sure why that happened. Things all got a bit internety in there.

http://www.idlethumbs.net/forums/topic/7985-idle-hooves-clop/

This was at taken at a fresher flat party. I somehow managed to pull while dressed like a Play Station, drinking gin out of a Nutella jar. Video games.

What a shame that it is the young spectators who become the participants.

I feel this thread has become a metaphor for the emotions CLOP evokes. Congratulations ThunderPeel and SiN for this work of performance art/satire.

Today I stumbled across some videos recorded using cameras mounted on soldier's helmets fighting on the frontline in Afghanistan. It's striking how the scenarios themselves would not be out of place in a modern man-shooter; i.e. people are in front of us with guns, we have to kill them and not die. The equipment, terrain and first-person perspective is familiar. The only significant difference between what these videos depict and what Modern Battlefield: Rising: Warman of Honor depict is the men in the videos are terrified of dying. It seems to me that developers have taken the aesthetic of modern warfare and ignored everything else. Possibly because it is politically challenging or possibly because a game that attempts to threaten the player realistically wouldn't be an enjoyable thing to play. In my opinion taking the aesthetic but disposing of the real narrative of the soldiers is gross. If making gameplay that matches the aesthetic is too difficult, surely shooter developers should make their games look like something else? Men pinned down by Taliban with AKs, unable to return fire accurately. Strikingly rapidly changing situation, from calm, to life threatening, to calm again. Shame abut the shitty butt-rock and sweet flag graphics edited into the videos, something they have in common with video games.

I'm glad that a South American democracy is willing to uphold Western values on our behalf.