Born in Fire. Forged in Ash.

Welcome to the struggle.

This is where it all began. Survive the Grind is our flagship PvE/AI server — a relentless, immersive survival experience set deep in the punishing wilds of DeerIsle. There are no shortcuts here. Just raw survival, hostile AI, harsh environments, and the will to endure.

Food isn’t bought — it’s hunted, fished, or grown. Gear is earned, not handed out. AI militants dominate the landscape and the skies — from ground patrols to airborne paratrooper drops. Push too far, and you’ll find yourself facing elite forces guarding convoys, heli crashes, military zones, and cartel compounds.

And while the world burns around you, opportunity rises from the ash: moonshine, weed, black market weapons — but every profit comes with a price.

This is survival. This is the grind.

This is where the rules die — and the strong write their own.

No traders. No handouts. Just desperation, rusted steel, and the sound of boots in blood-soaked dirt.

Loot is scarce by design — the pool is stripped down to the bone. Everything you have, you fought for. Everything you need, you’ll have to find, craft, or rip from a corpse.

Vehicles and helis exist, but they’re not waiting in parking lots. You want a ride? Scavenge every bolt. Build it. Steal it. Bleed for it.

There’s no magical GPS here — if you want to read a map or use a compass, you’d better have one in your inventory. No more free intel.

And forget running endlessly across the wastes — you carry weight like a survivor, not a superhero.

You’re locked to first-person — unless you're behind the wheel — because real killers don’t get to float above the chaos.

AI factions roam the land, gunning down the unprepared. But it’s the players that’ll gut you when you sleep.

Form a group if you dare — trust is a rare currency here. One mistake, and your crew becomes your grave.

This is Morals Optional. Where survival isn't guaranteed — it's stolen.

Out here, nothing is given — everything is taken.
Set across the war-torn landscape of Chernarus, From the Ashes is a brutal PvE/AI survival experience that echoes the grind of our DeerIsle PVE/AI Server — but with its own cold, rust-covered bite.

You won’t buy your way to survival. There are no food traders. You’ll live off what you hunt, fish, grow, or scavenge from corpses. Supplies are limited, and every item you carry was earned with blood or time.

AI militants control military zones, police stations, crash sites, and convoys — they hit hard and show no mercy. They’re not the only threat: mercenaries move with purpose, and some don’t stay in one place.

The Black Market trader doesn’t sit on a throne — he roams the map. If you want to trade, you’ll have to find him… and finding him might get you killed.

Chernarus is laced with custom-built locations, hidden stashes, and fortified zones. This is PvE with consequences.

Survival is the only currency. The grind is the fire. What rises from the ash is you.

This isn’t survival. This is war.

Kill for Keeps is a full-throttle, hardcore PvP/AI experience designed for the brutal, the cunning, and the merciless. Every bullet counts, every mistake bleeds, and every step forward means someone else just fell.

There are no traders. No safe zones. No lifelines. What you carry, you earned — or you took it by force. Loot is stripped to the bone, forcing you to scavenge, craft, and raid just to stay breathing.
Vehicles and helicopters? They exist — but they’re not handed to you. Find the parts. Build them. Fight for them. Keep them if you can.

The world is crawling with hostile AI — raiders, patrols, and armed convoys that will pin you down and wipe you out if you're not ready. But it’s the players that make this server truly savage. Kill fast or die forgotten.

Want to group up or use a map? Hope you’ve got the items for it.
Our systems are built around earned intel — no magic menus, no auto-navigation.
You’re locked in first-person unless you're behind the wheel. No unlimited stamina. No easy way out.

This is true hardcore DayZ. This is Kill for Keeps.
Raid. Rebuild. Repeat — or rot in the dirt.

This is Namalsk as it was meant to be — raw, brutal, and unrelenting.

Dead of Winter offers no rules, no help, and no forgiveness. It’s vanilla survival, just as the dev built it — where the cold bites deeper than bullets and the world wants you dead the second you spawn.

Every second is a fight against frostbite, starvation, and isolation. The weather isn’t just an obstacle — it’s the enemy.
No spawn kits. No shortcuts. No warm-up. Just you, the snow, and whatever scraps you can pry from the ice.

Namalsk’s unique vanilla mechanics are fully intact — from hypothermia systems to unpredictable weather events, every mechanic is working against you.
There are no safe zones. No friendly faces. No second chances.

This isn’t just survival. It’s punishment.
Welcome to the Dead of Winter. See how long you last.