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| == Dalton Riggs ==
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| Well, he's new to the game, and a devout Pro-survivor PKer. He does not kill people left and right, so unless you show to him what a trenchie you are, he will leave you alone, or perhaps even be friendly. If he's a zombie, please revive; if he's human, please heal. He will thank you.
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| == Current Goal: ==
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| -Find she who was once my enemy
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| == Dalton's Journal ==
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| '''November 6, 2009:'''
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| I've done extensive studying on the major groups in Malton.
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| All of them fit into three categories: Community-Assist, Individual-Assist, and Useless. The C-A category are the major groups that defend certain areas, as well as people who go through them; an example is the DEM. The I-A category are the minor groups that band together to face a common threat when the C-A groups can't, because they are to busy or are the threat themselves; an example would be the CT. The Useless categories are the trenchcoater assholes who band together to breed general stupidity in Malton; an example would be Y7.
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| I've discovered that the vast majority of the groups in Malton are C-A groups, and there is an alarmingly low count of I-A groups. There is an inversely amount of Useless groups, though, and this scares me. Was Malton destined to live under the jurisdiction of faceless groups or the idiot gun-toting peons? I've been thinking, and, have decided to apply for the Chocolate Thunder. While their name discouraged me, I delved into their lore and story, and while small, they are intelligent men that I would be honored to spend my time in Malton with; seeing as though I won't be seeing the rescue helicopters ever again, most likely.
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| '''November 24, 2009:'''
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| This is rubbish. My hands are scribbling this, and my hands are shaking. Me, my hands, shaking? Is this... paranoia? What is it? And it's used against me? Me, Dalton Riggs, who has killed four men? This feeling, this terror... that's what it is, terror. No, actually, more just like a fear that wherever I hide, my new archrival, some stupid cop with a thing for vigilante justice. Is this how he feels when he hides for the night? Just thinking about this awesome feeling, it's crazy.
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| I want to make others feel this, instead of me. I want no stock in paranoia, this trouble drug. I can give it to others, make them flee and sleep, knowing that I am on the prowl; on the hunt. For now, I must wait. Wait and bide my time. I need to obtain another shotgun and a bunch of pistols before I can take on that cop. The place I'm hiding is dusty, and dark. I never thought I would sleep in a building without power, without those to protect me. Well I'll show the doubters, I'll show them that there's nowhere to run when the battle's all around them, where the enemy, me, could be anywhere... and everywhere.
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| '''November 30, 2009:'''
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| I began today thinking in a daze, walking through life as though it wasn't me, you know, but later this feeling came over me. I don't know how to describe it, I was just so glad to be alive, no matter what was thrown to me. Stopped by the State, which is what I call my resting area, to exchange some words with a friendly pre-breakout librarian.
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| I rested there a while, looting Bale Mall for some munitions every now and then, but then the wanderlust took me. I dropped in, and speak of the devil. Who was waiting for me? The cop. I saw him sleeping, and instantly a smile came to my face. I imagined every way to kill him, to make him regret crossing me. In the end, I knew that he didn't deserve anything better than getting shotgun lead pumped into him. The first shot hit, and his eyes opened, with the look of a frightened deer. He took off, and I grinned. This was the thrill of the hunt. I took off after him. Shot after shot, some missing, most hitting with satisfying yells of pain. Eventually, I cornered the rat fink bastard. He fell to his knees and begged for his life. I grinned again, and in front of his eyes reloaded my shotgun. Still grinning, I shook my head.
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| After ending his pathetic life, I stepped outside. It was still a beautiful day. I went back to the State and greeted my friend again. More pleasantries were exchanged, then I decided I should take sleep again. I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow, but by George am I a happy man today.
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| '''January 20,2010:'''
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| I am not one to be controlled, journal. You can attest to that. So when the Chocolate Thunder tells me that preying on innocent survivors is not in their interests, then clearly I am no longer able to contribute to the Chocolate Thunder. I left, and have been barred from the Forum.
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| But, I plan on doing what they say. What better hunt is there than of the hunt of those who were once your friends? 5punk... hmmm...
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| |rowspan=2|[[Image:Shotgun_barrels.JPG|150px]]||style="background:black; color: white;" align=center|'''Shotguns'''
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| |align=center style="font-size: 90%;"|Dalton Riggs believes [[PKing]] to be a lawful act and
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| finds that shotguns speak louder than words.
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| ! colspan=2 bgcolor="#b11110" align=center | <font color=#bbccbb>Civlian Firefighter: Dalton Riggs</font> | | ! colspan=2 bgcolor="#b11110" align=center | <font color=#bbccbb>Civlian Firefighter: Dalton Riggs</font> |
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| | '''Affiliation:''' | | | '''Affiliation:''' |
| | None | | | Undisclosed |
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| | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | '''Favorite Weapon:'''
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| | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | Shotgun, Pistol
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| | '''Backup Weapon:'''
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| | Fireaxe
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| | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | '''Current Status:''' | | | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | '''Current Status:''' |
| | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | Active | | | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | Active |
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| | '''Kills:''' | | | '''Zombies since 2016:''' |
| | Twenty-three | | | 3 |
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| | | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | '''Murders since 2016:''' |
| | | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | 0 |
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| | == Historical Activity == |
| | Joined 2009, left 2011, returned 2016. |
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| | == Current Objectives == |
| | -Fix up [[Warehouse_25,39|a warehouse]] into a suitable safehouse, worthy of the name ''Kozy Salon Urbain''. |
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| | == Dalton's Journal == |
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| | If he's a zombie, please revive; if he's human, please heal. If you're in the neighborhood and fancy a chat, stop by. |
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| | |rowspan=2|[[Image:Shotgun_barrels.JPG|150px]]||style="background:black; color: white;" align=center|'''Shotguns''' |
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| | bgcolor="#eeeeee" align="left" | '''Deaths:''' | | |align=center style="font-size: 90%;"|Dalton Riggs believes [[PKing|murder]] to be sometimes justified and |
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| | furthermore believes that shotguns speak louder than words. |
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