I love to loot and hate to shoot, and I'm tired of pretending.
While you people play a tactical pvpve shooter, I play a hobo thug life sim, looting dumpster, fighting other hobos and trying to evade everyone who doesn't look like they have crawled out of garbage can.
Only thing that I care about equipment it's how much of vodka and canned meat I can buy for it. I don't care about gun's ergonomics or accuracy, or ammunition. If it shoots it shoots.
Forget about Altyns and meta guns, go back monke, embrace the hobo grindset.
I was looting Big Red after having just spawned in the yard, thinking where I'll go to try after, when you ran up to me. We lean-danced at one another, I threw out a mumble phrase, and started walking out. That's when you tossed your big pilgrim pack down and motioned at me "Yes, this is for you!"
Now, as usual, I am suspicious of people giving out gear as a scav. I told you "No, I'm good" as best I could. You shot the bag multiple times, making it very clear it was for me. Then, when I kept motioning no, you began to vomit out all your gear on the ground, including your gun. Feeling safe, I went to switch my bag for the pilgrim, not wanting to take everything.
The excitement must have gotten to you. You nodded excitedly, and then collapsed, dead, as you left the raid. I paid your body my respects, took the gear you gave me, and filled that pilgrim up with everything I found, including all the loot from Crackhouse and Stronghold.
I know not why you abandoned the gear and raid to me, but I appreciated the offering and made sure not to waste it.
Also, what the fuck happened at the trailer park and why were there so many bodies? Did you go on a killing spree against your team or what?