User:Baby Clubber

Let the Clubbing Commence

Class: Civillian

Favorite Equipment: Shotgun, pistol

Status: Active

Group: Non affiliated, STARS Hunter

Hangout: East/West Greyside

Current Level 41

Character Profile

‎	Player Killer
	"One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god." This user is a PKer and supports the act of Player Killing.

Who is the Baby Clubber, you may ask?

One cannot explain the Baby Clubber. I just exists. But what do I exist for?

I started in Malton as a zombie, harassing West and East Grayside. Knocking down doors and clawing |at survivors, I slowly gained XP and was enjoying the harman harmbargars that were there. Until one |day, fate changed everything. Some silly person decided to revive me.

A mistake to be regretted to this day.

I was alive again. Not able to remember anything about what happened before the outbreak, I |stumbled around Grayside. Eventually he found his way into a building, but subsequently fell out a |window. Yeah, not exactly smart, but hey, I was just revived, so give me some slack. Anyway, back |as a zombie, I again shambled about Grayside, breaking down barricades and looking for snacks. |After being revived, I had somewhat more awareness, more sentience than I did before. He could |think, albeit a very limited amount. I realized how good the zombie life was. But again, I was |revived.

This time I was revived by a member of STARS, the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. I was quite |unhappy. I was enjoying my time as a zombie. So I scrounged up a shotgun and took them out. |That's when I felt it. The urge, the calling. I ENJOYED it when I shot him, the blood splattering |on the walls. More so than clawing them as a zombie. I felt it in my bones. I was to become a |rogue, a player killer who targeted anyone.

I started off with just random targets. I killed whoever I fancied. But soon, STARS took note of |this. I was killing on their territory, and they didn't like it. So one of them took me out, all |in the name of justice. But I wasn't to be denied the pleasure of killing, the thrill I felt each |time I pulled the trigger. So I made sure I was revived.

After I was revived, I knew my mission: to seek out and kill all members of STARS. It was not an |easy task. STARS was numerous, and I was but one person. But I began learning who was a member, |and after a week, I made my first kill. Then I communicated with STARS. I told them I would be |hunting them down, and they better not drop their guard. As soon as they did, I vanquished one of |their group. Sure, they have managed to kill me, to return me to the zombie form, but I keep coming |back up.

After a long absence, I returned to East Greyside. I found that STARS had broken up and been |reorganized into the Special Tactics And Rescue Service. Different name, still the same group. I |am back, and am targeting STARS once again. Watch out, because I'm coming for you.

Templates

	Violence is quicker
	Both diplomacy and violence solve problems. But violence is quicker.

	American
	This user is American.

	PKer
	This user is a PKer and is probably off killing some poor defenseless survivor.