This server is an entire competition of "who goes the longest without croaking". At first you think that runners and your own stupidity are your main problems, but then you realize, and on your own ass at that, that in this hell there also exist:

1) A fucking chicken that somehow spawned in the city center, gathered a tail of a zombie horde behind it across the whole city and runs straight at you asking to be held.
2) A teammate you can trip over, fall, and die while running with the chicken away from the zombie horde.
3) A teammate who was apparently cursed by Indie Stone for all his sins, and literally every car he touches decides it would be cool to turn on the alarm in the middle of the city.
4) Another teammate who decided that a joke or the thought of offloading a propane tank to another player is betrayal of the highest degree and is punished not only by death but also by losing the claim.
5) A teammate who decided to play Rambo and started blasting with a gun in the city without any plan.
6) Calories are the currency of life. Without callories on this server, it's easy to become anorexic, become slow, and lose your life because of it at the early stage of the game, since clearing a path to even one point of interest is quite a task and consumes an incredible amount of callories. And while your teammate takes away your last pack of chips found in a trash can, you may have to look for other ways to get callories.
7) A fucking plane that appears when you decide to loot around in the city and are forced to sit somewhere in the dark of a house and pray that the hordes running all over the city don't accidentally wander in here.

Yes, more than half of the problems are your teammate and the chicken. Because of this, I have psychological trauma. Now I get anxious when a teammate loads a revolver. I'm scared when a cow moos nearby. I'm scared to think that I have a couple of propane tanks at home...