There were times I spent days running around far inland without ever seeing anyone, only to open a door in a random village and find myself face-to-face with another player. Some would be nice and helpful, others completely indifferent, still others deadly or cruel. Originally, it was my favorite part of the game because players were wonderfully unpredictable. Toward the tail end of my original 250 hours of DayZ, I'd begun to sour a bit on the experience of running into other players.