New patch out. Downloading as I write :
[PATCH 1.3.2]
Starting Loadout: 1x Bandage, 1x Bottle of Painkillers, 1x Flashlight
[CHANGE] Ammo should NOW only be slightly more available then food/water
[REMOVED] Zombie spawns from static crashed vehicles, to combat lag
[FIX] Removed the abundance of dead rockstars in the Zombie infested frontier
[FIX] Vehicle flip should now work, I've tested with an ATV. May not work on all vehicle sizes
[CHANGE] Loot spawn timers have been given a temporary experimental value If all is well, it will become permanent
[NEW] Military Pilot skin added, found at C-130 and Helicopter crash sites
[NEW] Priest Robes can be worn, find them at your local church
[CHANGE] Sniper skins are now found at the Military Barracks
The camp in Beri shown above is free game. I was overlooking it earlier in the night and somebody in the deerstand had binos pointed right at me.... so I shot him. The LAV had a .50 on it, so it didn't end well for me. As I was coming off the beach, I ran into another survivor in Elektro, we both declared friendly over direct (him in a British accent..more on that later), so I went on my way. Turns out, the other guy had chloroform (it's in this mod now), and the next thing I know I'm knocked unconscious while looting a pile of meds, and he's picked me up and carrying me around promising me butt sex when he gets me back to his base. On any other server, I would have thought this was a script-kiddie and logged out. Turns out, it's a feature (minus the butt sex), so I went along with it. He initially thought I was with the SSC clan that runs the server. They apparently are in a pi$$ing match with them and do this sort of thing. I get to talking with him on the long trip and we discuss some of the new game details, vehicles, etc. Turns out he's taking me to Berizino, so I mention they may not like me there since I just died while killing one of theirs. Of course, this guy winds up being my kill
All this while, Moose has spawned in and is following us. We finally get to his camp, and they're all Brits from what I could tell. They offer me 3 choices : 1: Death by tin cans 2: Death by firing squad, or 3: Sing "God Save the Queen"....I chose the tin cans. After numerous missed tin cans, I got mouthy and told them this is why we kicked them out of the colonies: they couldn't hit anything.... so they shot me. I headed back off the beach and hooked up with Moose who had backed off since there were about 8 of them and he had a hatchet. We got geared up, and we're both running M-24s, so let the Beri camping begin
On a side note, I've got a rucksack courtesy of a C-130 wreck, and I highly recommend getting one. They have 32 slots and make Coyotes look like little girl purses.