User:The Man Called T
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The Making of a Man
Codename T enjoys mixing scotch with vodka in the morning. It does one of two things: he either passes out or it gets him through the day. His prowess with axe and dual-pistols is simply awe-inspiring, and as Ron Burgundy has said: "It's true, T goes into battle with complete disregard for his own life! T does not ask how many, but where they are."
"Survivors of the cataclysm, huddled together around a dying flame, told in hushed voices stories of the Fallen, those that God had forsaken and left to die. Parents told their children the stories to give them a boogeyman to fear, lest they wander outside the buildings at night. But all knew the truth: they were real. They were real, and they were close. Only a few rose up to fight them, rose into the annals of legend. This is their story." -A paragraph from a journal found by Codename T in the wreckage of Fort Perryn.
Codename T vs Codename GT
Codename GT began as the replacement for Codename T. T was getting close to retirement, and there was really nothing that he had yet to do. So GT was created in order to take his place. But then the user behind T found himself moving on to new things, and no time for Urban Dead. So, wanting there always to be a Codename in Malton, T handed off the younger name to a friend. And things worked smoothly, for a time. Until T actually returned, started the Great Men, and began to try carving out a new niche for himself in Malton, as a solitary defender. I convinced the new GT to come back, join up, and spread the name. And... well, he's doing it, alright. He's just not doing it exactly in the way that I wanted him to.
I, Codename T, do not condone the actions of my former alt, but I'm not hunting him down. I'm washing my hands of the whole deal, staying in Heytown except for supply runs.
