I killed them.
All three of them.
They might have been brothers. Maybe cousins. They dressed alike–army fatigues–and carried boxes of ammunition. They were bandits, and several people had already died by their hands. The road was littered with bodies, trophies, warnings to passersby.
And my friend Aviate and I gunned them down on the hill outside of Elektro.
This is DayZ at its finest. Emergent stories. I am a survivor, and I will not be a victim.
Follow me tonight at 10:00PM EST on the MikeReverb1 Twitch Stream. But be prepared to do whatever it takes to survive!
Also, I like beards.