Best thing to do is fortify a hilltop, surround it with zombies, then play For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica and just play the game.
[QUOTE=Uberman77883;19901419]Best thing to do is fortify a hilltop, surround it with zombies, then play For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica and just play the game.[/QUOTE]
It was meant to be.
I cant decide if i should get the latest update, or just wait, since it's very minor, and there will probably be another one by tomorrow anyway.
Can someone please help me? I want to enjoy the mod as well. Heres the problem, I spawn the Undead-Infected module(I go to units and gamelogic and its under the drop down menu), I spawn an infected, I make a squad of Bluefor, I set RACS to nobody then I play it and the zombies stand there and die while the marines shoot them. When I make a search and destroy waypoint, they run past us like we dont exist. I tried to play as a zombie but I cant attack. If anyone has any help I will appreciate it :D
[QUOTE=Foxhound777;20010761]Can someone please help me? I want to enjoy the mod as well. Heres the problem, I spawn the Undead-Infected module(I go to units and gamelogic and its under the drop down menu), I spawn an infected, I make a squad of Bluefor, I set RACS to nobody then I play it and the zombies stand there and die while the marines shoot them. When I make a search and destroy waypoint, they run past us like we dont exist. I tried to play as a zombie but I cant attack. If anyone has any help I will appreciate it :D[/QUOTE]
Click intel in the top right of editor and change independent to enemies i think.
thats what RACS is, the independent thing, its supposed to be to nobody, i had arma 1 zombies, they just stand there and not attack a thing
the missions are all messed up as well
[QUOTE=Foxhound777;20011302]thats what RACS is, the independent thing, its supposed to be to nobody, i had arma 1 zombies, they just stand there and not attack a thing
the missions are all messed up as well[/QUOTE]
Did you put down a Zombie or Infected module?
i have to go out and buy this game. tried demo and graphics card works well :D
[QUOTE=Carnotite;20013696]Did you put down a Zombie or Infected module?[/QUOTE]
yes i put one, they just stand around like retards, the spawn module doesnt work, nothing works, even the missions they just run around and stand around. someone help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You obviously don't know how to use the editor, or install mods correctly.
[QUOTE=Uberman77883;20026829]You obviously don't know how to use the editor, or install mods correctly.[/QUOTE]
ok ok ok ooohhhhkk... I reinstalled it and they only attack me now, they dont attack my troops though, why dont they attack my men?
[QUOTE=Foxhound777;20041979]ok ok ok ooohhhhkk... I reinstalled it and they only attack me now, they dont attack my troops though, why dont they attack my men?[/QUOTE]
maybe its because my arma version is 1.1, i havent updated to 1.05 or 1.5, whatever it is, i will try now
No wonder it doesn't work right then.
[QUOTE=RayvenQ;20055582]No wonder it doesn't work right then.[/QUOTE]
yeah no kidding, my CD key is fake right now because i thought if i uninstalled it it would work but i dont have my Key on me at the moment so tomorrow hopefully, i have the 1.05 update and the mod so i will report back tomorrow evening
The downloading takes so long :c
I'm going to make an epic last stand in a restaurant :D
Edit:
When I'm finally done downloading from that sendspace website.
Edit again.
Goddammit I didn't notice that I could download it from armaholic too, which would take 10 minutes instead of 50.
Just had my squad transport me through the woods to a perfect outlook post over a town, where I used all possible explosives and cannons to unleash hell onto those damned zombies.
got it! you need to update to patch 1.05 for zombie mod to work, its pretty fun.
[quote=World War Z]DENVER, COLORADO, USA
My train is late. The western drawbridge is being tested. Todd Wainio doesn’t seem to mind waiting for me at the platform. We shake hands under the station’s mural of Victory, easily the most recognizable image of the American experience in World War Z. Originally taken from a photograph, it depicts a squad of soldiers standing on the New Jersey side of the Hudson River, their backs turned to us as they watch dawn break over Manhattan. My host looks very small and frail next to these towering, two-dimensional icons. Like most men of his generation, Todd Wainio is old before his time. With an expanding paunch, receding, graying hair, and three, deep, parallel scars down the side of his right cheek, it would be difficult to guess that this former U.S. Army infantryman is still, at least chronologically, at the beginning of his life.
[code]The sky was red that day. All the smoke, the crap that’d been filling the air all summer. It put
everything in an amber red light, like looking at the world through hell-colored glasses. That’s how
I first saw Yonkers, this little, depressed, rust-collar burb just north of New York City. I don’t think
anybody ever heard of it. I sure as hell hadn’t, and now it’s up there with, like, Pearl Harbor…no,
not Pearl…that was a surprise attack. This was more like Little Bighorn, where we…well…at least
the people in charge, they knew what was up, or they should have. The point is, it wasn’t a
surprise, the war…or emergency, or whatever you want to call it…it was already on. It had been,
what, three months since everyone jumped on the panic train.
You remember what it was like, people just freaking out…boarding up their houses, stealing food,
guns, shooting everything that moved. They probably killed more people, the Rambos and the
runaway fires, and the traffic accidents and just the…the whole shit storm that we now call “the
Great Panic”; I think that killed more people at first than Zack.
I guess I can see why the powers that be thought that one big stand-up battle was such a good
idea. They wanted to show the people that they were still in charge, get them to calm the hell down
so they could deal with the real problem. I get it, and because they needed a propaganda
smackdown, I ended up in Yonkers.
It actually wasn’t the worst place to make a stand. Part of the town sat right in this little valley,
and right over the west hills you had the Hudson River. The Saw Mill River Parkway ran right
through the center of our main line of defense and the refugees streaming down the freeway were
leading the dead right to us. It was a natural choke point, and it was a good idea…the only good
idea that day.
[Todd reaches for another “Q,” the homegrown, American variety cigarette so
named for its one-quarter tobacco content.]
Why didn’t they put us on the roofs? They had a shopping center, a couple of garages, big
buildings with nice flat tops. They could have put a whole company right above the A&P. We could
have seen the whole valley, and we would have been completely safe from attack. There was this
apartment building, about twenty stories, I think…each floor had a commanding view of the
freeway. Why wasn’t there a rifle team in each window?
You know where they put us? Right down on the ground, right behind sandbags or in fighting
holes. We wasted so much time, so much energy preparing these elaborate firing positions. Good
“cover and concealment,” they told us. Cover and concealment? “Cover” means physical
protection, conventional protection, from small arms and artillery or air-dropped ordnance. That
sound like the enemy we were about to go up against? Was Zack now calling in air strikes and fire
missions? And why the hell were we worried about concealment when the whole point of the battle
was to get Zack to come directly at us! So backasswards! All of it!
I’m sure whoever was in charge must have been one of the last of the Fulda Fucktards, you
know, those generals who spent their nard-drop years training to defend West Germany from Ivan.
Tight-assed, narrow-minded…probably pissed off from so many years of brushfire war. He must
have been an FF because everything we did freakin’ stunk of Cold War Static Defense. You know
they even tried to dig fighting holes for the tanks? The engineers blasted them right out of the
A&P parking lot.
You had tanks?
Dude, we had everything: tanks, Bradleys, Humvees armed with everything from fifty cals to these
new Vasilek heavy mortars. At least those might have been useful. We had Avenger Humvee
mounted Stinger surface-to-air missile sets, we had this AVLB portable bridge layer system,
perfect for the three-inch-deep creek that ran by the freeway. We had a bunch of XM5 electronic
warfare vehicles all crammed with radar and jamming gear and…and…oh yeah, and we even had a
whole FOL, Family of Latrines, just plopped right there in the middle of everything. Why, when the
water pressure was still on and toilets were still flushing in every building and house in the
neighborhood? So much we didn’t need! So much shit that only blocked traffic and looked pretty,
and that’s what I think they were really there for, just to look pretty.
For the press.
Hell yeah, there must have been at least one reporter for every two or three uniforms! 1 On foot
and in vans, I don’t know how many news choppers must have been circling…you’d think with so
many they’d spare a few to try and rescue people from Manhattan…hell yeah, I think it was all for
the press, show them our big green killpower…or tan…some were just back from the desert, they
hadn’t even been repainted yet. So much of it was for show, not just the vehicles but us as well.
They had us in MOPP 4, dude, Mission Oriented Protective Posture, big bulky suits and masks that
are supposed to protect you from a radioactive or biochem environment.
Could your superiors have believed the undead virus was airborne?
If that’s true, why didn’t they protect the reporters? Why didn’t our “superiors” wear them, or
anyone else immediately behind the line. They were cool and comfortable in their BDUs while we
sweated under layers of rubber, charcoal, and thick, heavy body armor. And what genius thought to
put us in body armor anyway? Because the press reamed ’em for not having enough in the last
war? Why the hell do you need a helmet when you’re fighting a living corpse? They’re the ones
who need the helmets, not us! And then you’ve got the Net Rigs…the Land Warrior combat
integration system. It was this whole personal electronics suite that allowed each one of us to link
up with each other and the higher-ups to link up with us. Through your eyepiece you could
download maps, GPS data, real-time satellite recon. You could find your exact position on a
battlefield, your buddies’ positions, the bad guys…you could actually look through the video
camera on your weapon, or anyone else’s, to see what’s over a hedge or around a corner. Land
Warrior allowed every soldier to have the information of an entire command post, and let the
command post control those soldiers as a single unit. “Netrocentric,” that’s what I kept hearing
from the officers in front of the cameras. “Netrocentric” and “hyperwar.” Cool terms, but they
didn’t mean shit when you’re trying to dig a fighting hole with MOPP gear and body armor, and
Land Warrior and standard combat load, and all of it on the hottest day in what was one of the
hottest summers on record. I can’t believe I was still standing when Zack began to show up.
It was just a trickle at first, ones and twos staggering between the abandoned cars that jammed
the deserted freeway. At least the refugees had been evacuated. Okay, that was another thing they
did right. Picking a choke point and clearing the civilians, great job. Everything else…
Zack started entering the first kill zone, the one designated for the MLRS. I didn’t hear the
rockets launch, my hood muffled the noise, but I saw them streak toward the target. I saw them
arch on their way down, as their casings broke away to reveal all those little bomblets on plastic
streamers. They’re about the size of a hand grenade, antipersonnel with a limited antiarmor
capacity. They scattered amongst the Gs, detonating once they hit the road or an abandoned car.
Their gas tanks went up in like little volcanoes, geysers of fire and debris that added to the “steel
rain.” I got to be honest, it was a rush, dudes were cheering in their mikes, me too, watching ghouls
start to tumble. I’d say there were maybe thirty, maybe forty or fifty, zombies spread out all
across this half mile stretch of freeway. The opening bombardment took out at least three-quarters
of them.
Only three-quarters.
[Todd finishes his cigarette in one long, angry drag. Immediately, he reaches for
another.]
Yep, and that’s what should have made us worry right then and there. “Steel rain” hit each and
every single one of them, shredded their insides; organs and flesh were scattered all over the
damn place, dropping from their bodies as they came toward us…but head shots…you’re trying to
destroy the brain, not the body, and as long as they got a working thinker and some
mobility…some were still walking, others too thrashed to stand were crawling. Yeah, we should
have worried, but there wasn’t time.
The trickle was now turning into a stream. More Gs, dozens now, thick among the burning cars.
Funny thing about Zack…you always think he’s gonna be dressed in his Sunday best. That’s how
the media portrayed them, right, especially in the beginning…Gs in business suits and dresses, like,
a cross section of everyday America, only dead. That’s not what they looked like at all. Most
infected, the early infected, the ones who went in that first wave, they either died under treatment
or at home in their own beds. Most were either in hospital gowns, or pajamas and nightshirts.
Some were in sweats or their undies…or just naked, a lot of them completely buck bare. You could
see their wounds, the dried marks on their bodies, the gouges that made you shiver even inside
that sweltering gear.
The second “steel rain” didn’t have half the impact of the first, no more gas tanks to catch, and
now the more tightly packed Gs just happened to be shielding each other from a possible head
wound. I wasn’t scared, not yet. Maybe my wood was gone, but I was pretty sure it’d be back when
Zack entered the Army’s kill zone.
Again, I couldn’t hear the Paladins, too far back up the hill, but I sure heard, and saw, their shells
land. These were standard HE 155s, a high explosive core with a fragmentation case. They did
even less damage than the rockets!
Why is that?
No balloon effect for one. When a bomb goes off close to you, it causes the liquid in your body to
burst, literally, like a freakin’ balloon. That doesn’t happen with Zack, maybe because he carries
less bodily fluid than us or because that fluid’s more like a gel. I don’t know. But it didn’t do shit,
neither did the SNT effect.
What is SNT?
Sudden Nerve Trauma, I think that’s what you call it. It’s another effect of close-in high explosives.
The trauma is so great sometimes that your organs, your brain, all of it, just shuts down like God
flickin’ your life switch. Something to do with electrical impulses or whatnot. I don’t know, I’m not a
fuckin’ doctor.
But that didn’t happen.
Not once! I mean…don’t get me wrong…it’s not like Zack just skipped through the barrage
unscathed. We saw bodies blown to shit, tossed into the air, ripped to pieces, even complete heads,
live heads with eyes and jaws still moving, popping sky high like freakin’ Cristal corks…we were
taking them down, no doubt, but not as many or as fast as we needed to!
The stream was now like a river, a flood of bodies, slouching, moaning, stepping over their
mangled bros as they rolled slowly and steadily toward us like a slow-motion wave.
The next kill zone was direct fire from the heavy arms, the tank’s main 120s and Bradleys with
their chain guns and FOTT missiles. The Humvees also began to open up, mortars and missiles and
the Mark-19s, which are, like, machine guns, but firing grenades. The Comanches came whining in
at what felt like inches above our heads with chains and Hellfires and Hydra rocket pods.
It was a fuckin’ meat grinder, a wood chipper, organic matter clouding like sawdust above the
horde.
Nothing can survive this, I was thinking, and for a little while, it looked like I was right…until the
fire started to die.
Started to die?
Petering out, withering…
[For a second he is silent, and then, angrily, his eyes refocus.]
No one thought about it, no one! Don’t pull my pud with stories about budget cuts and supply
problems! The only thing in short supply was common fucking sense! Not one of those West Point,
War College, medals-up-the-ass, four-star fart bags said, “Hey, we got plenty of fancy weapons, we
got enough shit for them to shoot!?!” No one thought about how many rounds the artillery would
need for sustained operations, how many rockets for the MLRS, how many canister shots…the
tanks had these things called canister shots…basically a giant shotgun shell. They fired these little
tungsten balls…not perfect you know, wasting like a hundred balls for every G, but fuck, dude, at
least it was something! Each Abrams only had three, three! Three out of a total loadout of forty!
The rest were standard HEAT or SABOT! Do you know what a “Silver Bullet,” an armor-piercing,
depleted-uranium dart is going to do to a group of walking corpses? Nothing! Do you know what it
feels like to see a sixty-something-ton tank fire into a crowd with absolutely ass-all result! Three
canister rounds! And what about flechettes? That’s the weapon we always hear about these days,
flechettes, these little steel spikes that turn any weapon into an instant scattergun. We talk about
them like they’re a new invention, but we had them as far back as, like, Korea. We had them for
the Hydra rockets and the Mark-19s. Just imagine that, just one 19 firing three hundred and fifty
rounds a minute, each round holding, like, a hundred 2 spikes! Maybe it wouldn’t have turned the
tide…but…Goddammit!
The fire was dying, Zack was still coming…and the fear…everyone was feeling it, in the orders
from the squad leaders, in the actions of the men around me…That little voice in the back of your
head that just keeps squeaking “Oh shit, oh shit.”
We were the last line of defense, the afterthought when it came to firepower. We were supposed
to pick off the random lucky G who happened to slip through the giant bitchslap of our heavier
stuff. Maybe one in three of us was expected to fire his weapon, one in every ten was expected to
score a kill.
They came by the thousands, spilling out over the freeway guardrails, down the side streets,
around the houses, through them…so many of them, their moans so loud they echoed right through
our hoods.
We flipped our safeties off, sighted our targets, the order came to fire…I was a SAW 3 gunner, a
light machine gun that you’re supposed to fire in short, controlled bursts about as long as it takes
to say “Die motherfucker die.” The initial burst was too low. I caught one square in the chest. I
watched him fly backward, hit the asphalt, then get right back up again as if nothing had happened.
Dude…when they get back up…
[The cigarette has burned down to his fingers. He drops and crushes it without
noticing.]
I did my best to control my fire, and my sphincter. “Just go for the head,” I kept telling myself.
“Keep it together, just go for the head.” And all the time my SAW’s chattering “Die motherfucker
die.”
We could have stopped them, we should have, one guy with a rifle, that’s all you need, right?
Professional soldiers, trained marksmen…how could they get through? They still ask that, critics
and armchair Pattons who weren’t there. You think it’s that simple? You think that after being
“trained” to aim for the center mass your whole military career you can suddenly make an expert
head shot every time? You think in that straitjacket and suffocation hood it’s easy to recharge a clip
or clear a weapon jam? You think that after watching all the wonders of modern warfare fall flat on
their high-tech hyper ass, that after already living through three months of the Great Panic and
watching everything you knew as reality be eaten alive by an enemy that wasn’t even supposed to
exist that you’re gonna keep a cool fucking head and a steady fucking trigger finger?
[He stabs that finger at me.]
Well, we did! We still managed to do our job and make Zack pay for every fuckin’ inch! Maybe if
we’d had more men, more ammo, maybe if we’d just been allowed to focus on our job…
[His finger curls back into his fist.]
Land Warrior, high-tech, high-priced, high-profile netro-fucking-centric Land Warrior. To see what
was in front of our face was bad enough, but spybird uplinks were also showing how truly large the
horde was. We might be facing thousands, but behind them were millions! Remember, we were
taking on the bulk of New York City’s infestation! This was only the head of one really long undead
snake stretching all the way back to Times Fuckin’ Square! We didn’t need to see that. I didn’t
need to know that! That little scared voice wasn’t so little anymore. “Oh shit, OH SHIT!” And
suddenly it wasn’t in my head anymore. It was in my earpiece. Every time some jerkoff couldn’t
control his mouth, Land Warrior made sure the rest of us heard it. “There’s too many!” “We gotta
get the fuck outta here!” Someone from another platoon, I didn’t know his name, started hollering
“I hit him in the head and he didn’t die! They don’t die when you shoot them in the head!” I’m sure
he must have missed the brain, it can happen, a round just grazing the inside of the skull…maybe if
he’d been calm and used his own brain, he would have realized that. Panic’s even more infectious
than the Z Germ and the wonders of Land Warrior allowed that germ to become airborne. “What?”
“They don’t die?” “Who said that?” “You shot it in the head?” “Holy crap! They’re indestructible!”
All over the net you could hear this, browning shorts across the info superhighway.
“Everyone pipe down!” someone shouted. “Hold the line! Stay off the net!” an older voice, you
could tell, but suddenly it was drowned out in this scream and suddenly my eyepiece, and I’m sure
everyone else’s, was filled with the sight of blood spurting into a mouth of broken teeth. The sight
was from a dude in the yard of a house behind the line. The owners must have left a few
reanimated family members locked in when they bugged out. Maybe the shock from the explosions
weakened the door or something, because they came bursting out, right into this poor bastard. His
gun camera recorded the whole thing, fell right at the perfect angle. There were five of them, a
man, a woman, three kids, they had him pinned on his back, the man was on his chest, the kids had
him by the arms, trying to bite through his suit. The woman tore his mask off, you could see the
terror in his face. I’ll never forget his shriek as she bit off his chin and lower lip. “They’re behind
us!” someone was shouting. “They’re coming out of the houses! The line’s broken! They’re
everywhere!” Suddenly the image went dark, cut off from an external source, and the voice, the
older voice, was back again…“Stay off the net!” he ordered, trying real hard to control his voice
and then the link went dead.
I’m sure it must have taken more than a few seconds, it had to, even if they’d been hovering
above our heads, but, it seemed like right after the communications line blacked out that the sky
was suddenly screaming with JSFs. 4 I didn’t see them release their ordnance. I was at the bottom
of my hole cursing the army and God, and my own hands for not digging deeper. That ground
shook, the sky went dark. Debris was everywhere, earth and ash and burning whatever flying
above my head. I felt this weight slam between my shoulder blades, soft and heavy. I rolled over, it
was a head and torso, all charred black and still smoking and still trying to bite! I kicked it away
and scrambled out of my hole seconds after the last of the JSOW 5 fell.
I found myself staring into this cloud of black smoke where the horde had been. The freeway, the
houses, everything was covered by this midnight cloud. I vaguely remember other guys getting out
of their holes, hatches opening on tanks and Bradleys, everyone just staring into the darkness.
There was a quiet, a stillness that, in my mind, lasted for hours.
And then they came, right out of the smoke like a freakin’ little kid’s nightmare! Some were
steaming, some were even still burning…some were walking, some crawling, some just dragging
themselves along on their torn bellies…maybe one in twenty was still able to move, which
left…shit…a couple thousand? And behind them, mixing with their ranks and pushing steadily
toward us, the remaining million that the air strike hadn’t even touched!
And that was when the line collapsed. I don’t remember it all at once. I see these flashes: people
running, grunts, reporters. I remember a newsman with a big Yosemite Sam mustache trying to
pull a Beretta from his vest before three burning Gs pulled him down…I remember a dude forcing
open the door of a news van, jumping in, throwing out a pretty blond reporter, and trying to drive
away before a tank crushed them both. Two news choppers crashed together, showering us with
their own steel rain. One Comanche driver…brave, beautiful motherfucker…tried to turn his rotor
into the oncoming Gs. The blade diced a path right down their mass before catching on a car and
hurling him into the A&P. Shooting…crazy random shooting…I took a round in the sternum, in my
armor’s center plate. I felt like I’d run into a wall, even though I’d been standing still. It knocked
me on my ass, I couldn’t breathe, and just then some dumbass lobbed a flash bang right in front of
me.
The world was white, my ears were ringing. I froze…hands were clawing me, grabbing my arms.
I kicked and punched, I felt my crotch get warm and wet. I shouted but couldn’t hear my own voice.
More hands, stronger, were trying to haul me somewhere. Kicking, squirming, cursing,
crying…suddenly a fist clocked me in the jaw. It didn’t knock me out, but I was suddenly relaxed.
These were my buddies. Zack don’t punch. They dragged me into the closest Bradley. My vision
cleared just long enough to see the line of light vanish with the closing hatch.
[He reaches for another Q, then abruptly decides against it.]
I know “professional” historians like to talk about how Yonkers represented a “catastrophic
failure of the modern military apparatus,” how it proved the old adage that armies perfect the art
of fighting the last war just in time for the next one. Personally, I think that’s a big ’ole sack of it.
Sure, we were unprepared, our tools, our training, everything I just talked about, all one class-A,
gold-standard clusterfuck, but the weapon that really failed wasn’t something that rolled off an
assembly line. It’s as old as…I don’t know, I guess as old as war. It’s fear, dude, just fear and you
don’t have to be Sun freakin Tzu to know that real fighting isn’t about killing or even hurting the
other guy, it’s about scaring him enough to call it a day. Break their spirit, that’s what every
successful army goes for, from tribal face paint to the “blitzkrieg” to…what did we call the first
round of Gulf War Two, “Shock and Awe”? Perfect name, “Shock and Awe”! But what if the enemy
can’t be shocked and awed? Not just won’t, but biologically can’t! That’s what happened that day
outside New York City, that’s the failure that almost lost us the whole damn war. The fact that we
couldn’t shock and awe Zack boomeranged right back in our faces and actually allowed Zack to
shock and awe us! They’re not afraid! No matter what we do, no matter how many we kill, they
will never, ever be afraid!
Yonkers was supposed to be the day we restored confidence to the American people, instead we
practically told them to kiss their ass good-bye. If it wasn’t for the Sou’frican Plan, I have no doubt,
we’d all be slouching and moaning right now.
The last thing I remember was the Bradley being tossed like a Hot Wheels car. I don’t know
where the hit was, but I’m guessing it must have been close. I’m sure had I still been standing out
there, exposed, I wouldn’t be standing here today.
Have you ever seen the effects of a thermobaric weapon? Have you ever asked anyone with
stars on their shoulders about them? I bet my ballsack you’ll never get the full story. You’ll hear
about heat and pressure, the fireball that continues expanding, exploding, and literally crushing
and burning everything in its path. Heat and pressure, that’s what thermobaric means. Sounds
nasty enough, right? What you won’t hear about is the immediate aftereffect, the vacuum created
when that fireball suddenly contracts. Anyone left alive will either have the air sucked right out of
their lungs, or—and they’ll never admit this to anyone—have their lungs ripped right out of their
mouth. Obviously no one’s going to live long enough to tell that kind of horror story, probably why
the Pentagon’s been so good at covering up the truth, but if you ever see a picture of a G, or even
an example of a real walking specimen, and he’s got both air bags and windpipe just dangling out
from his lips, make sure you give him my number. I’m always up for meeting another veteran of
Yonkers.
[/code][/quote]
Someone make a video re-enacting Yonkers immediately, or any military engagement from World War Z.
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Would someone add this shit to OP, I think it's quality material that needs to be done. Hell I would do it myself but my computer lacks the power.
[QUOTE=AutoTurret;20293176]Someone make a video re-enacting Yonkers immediately, or any military engagement from World War Z.
[editline]11:02PM[/editline]
Would someone add this shit to OP, I think it's quality material that needs to be done. Hell I would do it myself but my computer lacks the power.[/QUOTE]
Holy shit epic
[QUOTE=AutoTurret;20293176]Someone make a video re-enacting Yonkers immediately, or any military engagement from World War Z.
[editline]11:02PM[/editline]
Would someone add this shit to OP, I think it's quality material that needs to be done. Hell I would do it myself but my computer lacks the power.[/QUOTE]
I've tried but there is no City that resembles the scene of Yonkers. So it's really half assed.
If there is an American-Styled city map then let me know.
Damn this mod makes ArmA 2 100 times more epic. Just got it a few days ago.
Hosting 32 player Undead Mission "Nightmare" Beta testing tonight.
[url]www.clan-chk.com[/url] for server info.
added BAF, weapons, vehicals and new Zombie spawn points.
32 player coop mission that takes place at night. Videos, server IP, TS, etc all listed on the front page of the site. You can also download the mod in 2 mins from our site.
I'm a beta tester for this, new update is soon!
[QUOTE=Thechuz1337;25045436]I'm a beta tester for this, new update is soon![/QUOTE]
Yeah So am I. Charon gave me the new .90 version, but I'm just inviting everyone to play the a Mission that I've been working on. Everyone that has played cant get enough, so I want to invite more people to try it out. I'm running .84 on this mission for now since .90 and above isn't released to the public. Check out the video and let me know what you think. Its an old video but the new version has US SF, BAF and Force Recon.
Will someone be streaming the beta test tonight? I'm considering buying Arma 2 for this mod.
Now I can play Left 4 Dead with a lot more lag and a lot more headbob and a lot more running.
[QUOTE=cyclocius;25046606]Will someone be streaming the beta test tonight? I'm considering buying Arma 2 for this mod.[/QUOTE]
I have some videos on YouTube of the mission.
.......For anyone else that is interested.......
--32 player coop-op mission. HQ has lost contact with FOB Brooklyn located near the Bolta Airport. Last radio contact from anyone was an S.O.S from Razor team.
1. - Beach insertion - Force Recon team lands on Kamehka Beach to meet the US Special Forces team.
2. Assist Special Forces.
3. Find Razor team.
4. Investigate FOB Brooklyn.
3. Get extracted, then go home...........
But something goes Horribly wrong............
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A. Complete a Long list of missions while your stuck on Chernarus. B. Limited Ammo so you have to find weapons/Ammo and stock up.
C. One player can Control AI squad, or players can join to make one squad.
D. Russians are in the Area.... And they have their orders.....
E. Medics have to find the Antidote to cure infected squad members.
F. You become infected If you get bitten or scratched by a Zombie. You have 7 Min's to receive a shot from a Medic or else......... You die and come back as undead. (Undead Mod)
G. Revive is on. If everyone dies, or the VIP is killed.......... "Game over man.... Game over!" 2 min cool down.
H. A few weapons have NV, Lasers, and Mag lites. There are some Hidden Creates with TWS weapons.
***32 players VRS Hordes of The Undead, Civilians and Guerrilla forces protecting their towns, Russians, and Time.
***You need The Undead Mod by Charon Productions to play the mission.*** Download it from Armorholic
A lot more coming......... I will keep you updated
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