User:K4Anarky

Welcome to [ME]!!

Life and stuff:

Nothing much... Eaten on the third day. I bumped into Tompson Mall, fell in with The Dead and toured with them for a while. I raided malls, helped ruin a few. Got combat revived somewhere near Caiger, then ironically zerged for Caiger Mall Survivors for a while killing off bad guys and death cultists. I was killed by some petty revenge plot, and I fell back in with The Dead for another while. I decided to catch Brain Rot for some reason; which I regretted to this day.

Then one day I just found myself in a pub and wanted to see The Bank for my own eyes. Meet all sorts of interesting people on the way, joined miscellaneous groups, participated in some pointless war in Pasheton and died for a REALLY long time as the result.

When I got to Ridleybank, I realized: Death is boring and people are stupid. So I decided to sit back and enjoy the serenity in the beating heart of the apocalypse.

...And for some reason, I am now a heavily-armed cookie. :D ... I was intrigued (or more exactly, talked into) by the ancient call of the dough to transform The Bank into a cake. Pretty much impossible at this point, since all members are scattered except only a very few that I only knew through mentioning. But nevertheless, I'm proud to be a part of this silly group. And maybe it can be a start of something...

... and it wasn't. After a year or so, I lost all contact with the group, so I decided put my feet up and shotgun aside and bid farewell to arms. But the urge to belong to something somewhere took over, so I found myself coming back for some good ol' mayhem in the name of Barhah.

At one point it become clear to me that the struggle is real: A little revive shack at one corner of Malton, operated by the kind folks from Rotter's Relief, was constantly being run over by one persistent zombie fella. Well, I've been down this road before, I know that some folks are just out for the annoyance of others. But what amazes me is that these guys at Rotter's Relief are willing to go to hell and back just for a revivication request; there are still people out there who gives a damn about the game and not just for the mayhem. Ironic, coming from me, but I guess "The Man comes around".

So after a while, the clinic was safe and the fella moved on (Or was it the other way around?), I drifted toward Ruddlebank, giving a hand wherever I can. Tried my hand at bounty hunting; failed miserably after being hunted relentlessly by someone I suspected was a genuine cheater (You know who you are). Fled to Greentown, and once again it gets interesting...

Stumbled into a bunch of folks call "The Malton College of Medicine". Looked likes a pretty safe, good gig, so I asked to sign up with them. Before I had a chance to get inducted, we got besieged by... The Dead. Horde of 20-30, seems pretty organized; haven't seen such number since late '11 Caiger. Part of me was tempted to fall back in with them and go on another grand tour, but no, I thought, "here's a good chance to do some good work"... so I stayed with the MCM until St George fell, trading lead and teeth with my old brothers in arms. The horde moved on after a while, just as in its nature to; but I stayed, as in my nature... I get too sentimental sometimes. But it was good fisticuff nonetheless; reminded me once again of where I came from.

	Bra!z Zambah G-zaz!
	This user supports Zombie Jesus in all his glory. Grab mah banana Barhah! Amen!