It's pretty obvious I guess, someone who likes FH2 can't be anything but a good Producer.
But now, as my friend got it to work, it really made my day(z) yesterday.
We were on a quite populated server and I planned to loot the supermarket in Zerenogorsk, to get maybe a handgun for me and a new backpack for him. We approached in a circle from the west and I supposed it couldn't hurt to observe the village for a few minutes, so we lay there in a group of trees with our binocs and did so. Thank god we did - just when I was about to stand up and move to the supermarket, some guy in a Ghillie suit and a camo-svd showed up. He was just lying around next to the supermarket, so we were unsure whether he was camping for another survivor or covering someone.
Some minutes passed and the first option became more and more likely, and again I was about to sneak down and up behind him, using my friends observational messages, to eliminate him, the Bandit he appeared to be, when another guy with a scoped rifle showed up next to him. They then proceeded with a car (!) which they fueled up at the gas station and finally drove away.
I don't think I have ever played a game where I quietly observed two players for ten minutes, they being very cautious and watching around everywhere for potential attackers, but never seeing us (other games usually having a map so small that even if you don't actually know it, you usually have an idea you might be discovered every second). Nothing actually happened, but it was so unbelievably intense.
Even more so, when I sneaked down to the Supermarket, starting to look for the good stuff.. went through the back entrance, starting to pick up some food, when a guy with a Lee Enfield comes through the door two meters in front of me. We both were shocked for a quarter of a second, but then my reflexes sprung in and i emptied some AKM bullets into his chest, and he vice versa put a round through my head. Bang.
I was a little unlucky there, as I got massive lag spikes in this area.
However, while I respawned rather close in Kamenka and proceeded north, my buddy went in and salvaged my backpack, although the place was crawling with Zeds after that guy fired his Lee Enfield, that thing is just so loud. I met up with him, went in, took the other guys backpack and his M1911 (a backpack was what we were looking for eventually, wasn't it?), and brought it back to my friend who was securing my fallback route. He also had a Morphine auto-injector on him, two Epi-Pens, and quite some tools - map, matches, compass, watch, you name it.
I just can't wait for this evening, when we plan to proceed northeast to maybe gear up a little more.