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I had two M1911s, an M9, two magazines for the .45, but no 9mm magazine for the M9

The bug tracker link is broken. Do we post bug reports here? I'll try to reproduce the bug, but I had collected an M1911 and an M9 at the police station in Rosewood. I already had an M1911, so I removed the magazine from the new find. Reloaded both .45 magazines. Then I ejected the magazine from the M9, and it just disappeared. I thought it initially became a .45 magazine, but it just totally left my inventory

Being able to perform treatment on other people will be great for roleplaying servers. Right on.

This is gonna rock. I'm excited for all the new sounds. It will add a lot to the atmosphere of the game.

Couldn't you set it so that just one or two suppressors will spawn in the world?

You have got to see about getting this made into an official feature in the game. This is just too great to be left as a mod.

Wow that sucks that it had to come to this.

Got it working just fine.

Will check this out.

I get this error everytime i go to start my test server with bedford installed http://prntscr.com/3erqk9

Any chance of gettings an auto restart script made for windows?

I wish you luck with garnering a community. This game has great potential for roleplaying.

Do Hard Resets affect player inventories?

I leave the stove on (accidentally) during the K&B tutorial, and head back upstairs to chat with my wounded wife. Suddenly the fire alarm goes off in the middle of our conversation, and I freak out. I rush downstairs and see the fire spreading in the kitchen from where I'm standing at the base of the stairs, so I begin running for the front door. Meanwhile, I'm on Teamspeak with my friends, and one of them tells me I can pick my wife up to save her. I sprint back upstairs, run up to the bed, pick up Kate, and then make my way back downstairs to beeline for the front door. The fire has spread to the archway by now. I open the door and begin walking forward, but I am greeted by a massive horde of zombies on the other side. Before I can even react, they rip my wife out of my hands and tear her to shreds before me. I retreat back to the center of the room, covered in blood, and I just watch in horror as my wife is reduced to a pool of blood. In my broken state I sprinted through the flames in the kitchen to run out into the back yard, but my shattered frame and soul succumb to anguish. It was fucking nuts, and I loved every moment of it.