DayZ is devolving into a fetid mess of script-hackers and griefers, but sometimes a hacker just wants more people at their dance party. I’ve been dropped through the air without a parachute, ruining a 22 day-old character. I’ve been transformed into a dog, forced to run through a field of bear traps. I’ve been teleported, along with every other player on the server, into a Mad Max-style Thunderdome made of sandbags, forced to kill or be killed. Never, have I been teleported to a rooftop to dance my worries away.
Zombie apocalypse? We can worry about that later, where’s the boombox?