Note: This is a rushed retelling of recent DayZ events over skype messages. That's why it has no real body or storytelling aspects but it is still quite funny.
And so begins the tale of sparky..
As sparky was on his way to us, he came across a gun but as he was going to pick it up.. someone shot him, breaking his legs.. as he lay there in pain.. he was handcuffed, bagged, and dragged into a room for interrogation.. and thus the torture began, he asked him simple questions first.. name, intentions, shoe size, favorite color.. that sort of thing.. but then he starting asking his friends.. about us.. not wanting to betray his buddies.. he held strong! but every time he asked a question to find out where he was.. he was punched.. but sparky was to be saved.. sort of.. by another player!.. another player came by and realized there was something weird was going on.. of course the 2 players didn't get along so the gun fight began.
In the midst of the chaos.. sparky struggled out of his cuffs