User:D4rkH4wk

Welcome to my awesome little wiki-page!
Here you'll be able to find my Psychotic Diary of Death, a recommended read for all Maltonian free spirited people!
Also included are a profile and any notices I'd like to make to the public.
I'm not very happy with the looks, as of now, but that will be improved with time.

Profile

Who I am? I'm ziv, a.k.a, D4rkH4wk.
Affiliation? I don't affiliate. I kill. I just do it wearing a Red Rum tag x)

I played some UD back in 2007, as a pro-survivor in the Caiger Mall area, trying to help out with some sort of mini-siege we had at the time,
Returned to play UD in 2008, as a pro-survivor again, and afair, on DHPD, for a while...
Returned to play again in 2009 as a trigger happy Bounty-Hunter, again for awhile.
I've returned once more in 2010, as a PKer! :D
And now I have returned once more, as a PKer again, on Oct. 2013!

I am displeased with the apparent vanishing of some of the finer folk I have played with seemingly disappearing,
But, once Red Rum, always Red Rum! And so I shall continue the Red Rum spirit of spreading mass joy wherever I go!


Enemies? Non! I have no enemies, only good friends I play with all the time!... Oh, killing doesn't count? :<

I am currently promoting the great religion that is Pastafarianism... and cookies! But only chocolate chip ones!
If you feel offended by said religion, do let me know and something will be done about it.
- licks his butcher knife -
If you feel offended by cookies, I suggest you **** and **** your ******** *** *****, good day!

Notices

NoNe!

Psychotic Diary of Death

Psychotic Diary of Death Entries - As of December 2010 - Up until October 2013

• 26/10/2013 - 01:47

Dear Psychotic Diary of Death, it sure has been a while, huh?
I have been away for so long, imagine my surprise when I had returned to find myself still amongst the living!

Well, that is one return that I simply had to celebrate, and as such, I decided to donate my time to help paint a nearby building the wonderful colours of green and red!
What little sadness I have is for my toys, which I seem to be very low on,
Still, I shared them with two lovely individuals that were there with me!

I am also happy that I actually got to teach someone the wonders of the red and green colours!
Go, my friend, go and be a wonderful undead! Eat and grow strong!

That's all for now, my diary, I'll see you next time!

• 07/02/2011 - 18:36

Dear psychotic diary of death, I apologize for not having written in you for so long, alas, I was stuck in the most intriguing dream!
I had somehow changed my skin color to a greenish one and suddenly decided human flesh was very tasty!
Around the great city of Malton I went, from mall to mall, following my still normal-skinned top-hat friends, performing such fun acts as breaking&entering, defiling art, turning off lights right when people were shaving, stealing, converting and finally, utterly demolishing buildings.

And now, my psychotic diary, I have finally awakened from that dream that seemed to last forever and oddly enough, I had awoken right where I had been viciously assaulted by a mad doctor with what [u]seemed[/u] to be a syringe of some sort, and had promptly fainted, falling asleep inside my sleep.
Putting the though aside for later, I had decided to get reacquainted with the world of the living, with the running from building to building, re-learning to scavenge for toys and of course, re-learning the grand celebration of life and death that was alcohol!
The last bit, helped by an individual calling himself DiscoSyndrome, that is, that's the owner of the head I though to paint green with my bottle of beer.
Oddly enough, it worked! He's green ain't he?!

Well, untill next time my diary!

• 19/01/2011 - 18:07

Dear psychotic diary of death, this fine evening I had decided some of my older toys might have gotten a little expired and needed to be tested... And probably replaced...
Yes, I know I should keep better track of their expiry dates, but it's just that... Well... I'm... Lazy...

PROCRASTINATORS UNITE... TOMORROW!

Flying Spaghetti Monster how I love that one.
Well, sadly, I'll have to leave the restocking to tomorrow, because yes, I found out a great deal of my toys was expired.
I started my first tests in a remote warehouse with the help of Podman, and ended it - just in case - at the local Hospital with the help of Dumb Bass.
Lucky for me, Podman helped me find out that my favorite head decoration was still very much in working condition... Albeit a bit on the red side... But I just love that color, so I don't care!
And then Dumb Bass helped me test my Human Human Zombie game stick, sadly, it fell a little short and must be replaced.

I'll let you know how the replacement went soon, diary, ByeBye!

• 17/01/2011 - 03:21

Dear psychotic diary of death, I regret this, but unfortunately I fell asleep waiting for my top-hat friend`s organized play-time.
Which resulted in a semi-lucky getting up about two hours after it.
At least I'm gonna be able to set the alarm clock for the morning now...
Also, during a little trek to the wilder west of Brooksville, I had encountered the wild Shibari Grrl!
Sadly, even though I tried to save her from it, shouting the famous warning for it,
A dead fir tree still managed to crush her underneath itself as it fell.

Dear psychotic diary of death, some people are just unlucky, I conclude.

• 12/01/2011 - 22:03

Dear psychotic diary of death, These last two days were not my happiest!
Yesterday I tired before finding a suitable target and today I had almost experienced the same!
Luckily, I had managed to - just barely - find suitable playmates for tonight`s game of "Human Human Zombie".
Sadly, after the first round, in which Jalin Jay was tapped Zombie, I had ended up too exhausted to continue playing and had to call it a'night.

Well, I'm still happy to have found play mates! Until next time!

• 08/01/2011 - 15:03

Dear psychotic diary of death, I had woken up earlier then usual today!
For a vampiric person such as myself, waking up in the afternoon is very odd!
Alas, I could not manage to ignore the sweet smell of one of my favorite zombies`s blood!
And so, I got up, and went to pay it a visit!
After all, I had not paid a visit to Zombie McWalrus in a while now, sadly, to my great surprise, I had found him in a very much undesired state!
"A living zombie friend is never a good thing", I raged! I pulled out my trusty Fir Tree and planted the idea into his skull,
Thus rectifying the problem by returning him to his proper state.

Dear psychotic diary of death, do you think... Maybe... Maybe my zombie friends want to try to be alive?
Nahhhh, I didn't think so either! Until next time!

• 05/01/2011 - 22:42

Dear psychotic diary of death, as promised, I have returned to write on you once more!
Today, I had woken up fresh and full of spirit!
Ran around a little, conversed with strangers, and of course, collected some candy!
While all that's fine, something much more unexpected happened today!
Today, I had encountered a Malton Giant!
I had been searching for a long while now, for these elusive creatures!
While my last encounter with their kind was not so long ago, there had been no sightings since!
So it was, that I decided to play with the little critter for a while, before moving on.
After all, there were no Bandit Queens around, for some odd reason...

It was in such a setting that I was enraged with said creature`s behavior, he`s, and anothers!
Even though I asked so nicely about his silver pendant, he had completely refused to talk to me afterwords!
How snobbish and rude!
And then came one who publicly proclaimed my more lethal tendencies!
So I like to play with sharp objects! What of it!

So enraged was I, that I had accidentally given Pan Narrans a poisoned piece of candy out of my candy stash!
The poor thing never stood a chance, and in my anger, I had accidentally spilled my coffee all over the generator, so I decided it was probably time to leave.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all, ey Psychotic diary of death?

• 04/01/2011 - 02:08AM

Dear psychotic diary of death, it is with great pleasure that I write on you now that I have begun to wear with pride, the tag of those wonderful top-hat fellas called RedRum!
And no, my psychotic diary, it does not end there, for in this night we had a very entertaining time simulating a break in to the Bandit Queens` HQ, in a situation where there's only two or so of them to face the constant menacing drop of the cades!
Sadly, though not very surprising, the two lucky members that have been chosen to face all this, were not able to withstand the pressure, and our 'Mock-Zombie' managed to get in and two more 'mock-deaths' were reported a short while later.
It's a shame it all ended so quickly, but it is important to train well for such situations, one can never know when another Big Bash might come along...
Well, I'm sure DrParadox and Podman, will both remember the lesson learned today well, I had given special tutoring to both!
I shell continue to write on you another day, my psychotic diary o death, good night!

• 02/01/2011 - 21:52

Dear psychotic diary of death, it's been a while since my last update again, ever forgetful me forgets to update when I land my kills :/
Tonight, I update you on both the 31rst, and my little adventure earlier.
31rst December, magnificent last night of the year 2010, is it surprising really, that it is the night I meet my very first Bandit Queen up close?
While I have heard of these creatures before, I have never actually come barrel to face with one!
That night, it changed, for I had met the interestingly modest and self-aware Dumb Bass.
Now, me, by far preferring the electrical guitar over the Bass, could not help but feel psychotic pity for this poor bass, which cruel fate had decided to also make dumb, and so,
I killed it.
The second of January, this date, this very night, proved to be interesting as I had made a discovery in my temporary place of residence, in the form of one dear punch bag of mine, Dhavid Trohl - I mean Grohl! - on a routine scout for the ever elusive Giants I had heard so much about, and the Bandit Queens I had met two nights before.
So much was I pleased, that I had decided to play a little game of pool with David,
Sadly, he didn't seem to know the rules... And frankly, neither did I.
And so it happened that I just started making up rules as we went, and somewhere along the way, as with every game I make rules for, my playmate died :/
A bittersweet ending to our match indeed.
Oh well, I'm sure we will meet again some day, and perhaps have a rematch with more adequate rules!

That's all for tonight, my psychotic diary of death, I will try to write again soon!

• 21/12/2010 - 21:11

Dear psychotic diary of death, today I caught that no-good kid, Mark Walberg, playing with my toys!
Time and again, I find myself defending my dear bag of toys from annoying, sticky-fingered, kids trying to have their own fun with it!
All is fine with others having their fun, but not without me!
Well, me being the nice person that I am, I just couldn't refuse at least a little play!
So it was, that I played with him, until I simply had to go, I placed all the toys back in my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and took off on my way to who knows where, to do good deeds there.
I am sorry, Mark, that I was not able to finish our game, but so is life what can I say?
That's it for now, my psychotic diary of death!

• 20/12/2010 - 23:27

Dear psychotic diary of death, today I committed an evil act of cruelty.
Thanks to the ill-regard of a random passerby to the "Sacred Grounds" spray in the RP I was using, I ended up very low on APs, Why, only early today did I manage to get the strength to stand once more, and already my body tires again.
Well, as BlindNinja and I had discovered, no amount of exhaustion or lack of ammo, will keep me from my favorite games!
By some form of divine fortune, I stumbled upon BlindNinja in search of a new hideout, This fine lad had just 8HP and I just 2AP, I simply could not resist!
Foul, evil, to kill such a young lad, I have been told as much, and normally would not look his way unless blood thirst crazes me.
This time, was once such time.
Unable to resist the urge to waste my last 2 APs killing and dumping the body, I did just that, and with a single shotgun hit - even I was surprised happened - the lad had turned from Human to Zombie, and with a quick toss, someone else`s problem.
I suppose such is fate, some times cruel, sometimes funny. Some would say this was both!
Dear psychotic diary of death, I do wonder... Would BlindNinja, by any chance, be related to that Blind Box person?
Well, people such as myself rarely care enough to check.

Until next time!

• 17/12/2010 - 19:04

Dear psychotic diary of death, today I make my first entry, so I need to update you on things!
7/12/2010 -
I remember waking up with a horrible feeling, my trigger finger felt rusty!
Obviously, I could not let such a thing go on!
So, I went and searched around the place which I had gone to sleep in, an year ago, for that favorite crimson substance of mine, BLOOD!
I found it, thank the flying spaghetti monster, and so I quickly had as much of it as I could from this strangely un-responsive person called RHagen.
Such strong sleep.
Sadly, misfortune was upon me when I played my little game of People Shooting People, or PSP as I call it, with RHagen, and so I was left with too few toys to play with others!
9/12/2010 -
A day came, and with it new toys, and another day came and brought with it short traveling to a place where I had found two less then fashionably acceptable people.
These two, Blind Box and Dr Harry Dick, the first for wearing a gas mask, which I consider a horribly disgusting and ugly thing, with a firefighter's helmet no less! and the other for just wearing too much, I decided they needed immediate fashion advices, along with an explanation of the Malton Dress Code.
Sadly, I do not possess the skill to fix THAT, so I quickly sent them to seek help among the torn-cloths-wearing zombie community.
Hopefully, their horrible attire will be torn to shreds as well.
10/12/2010 -
Today I found a person that angered me.
I wanted to know who Tyrsen was, so into his profile page I went, and in it I found something called a "Mjöllnir"! Immediately I was angered, WTF is a "Mjöllnir"?!
Such was my anger that I had decided I will not share my toys with this person, and so, I killed him with a punch.
13/12/2010 -
The days following my angry outburst were spent making my way over to a group of very interesting individuals, after having found out where they were currently playing.
Truly, these man and woman - putting aside the horribly annoying mechanism called AnimeBot24-7 - are great at the games I love most, and carry a variety of shiny toys they play with.
It came as no surprise really, when I had decided I must join the games and, hey, if tenamautomatic's shirt was reddened a little, it was not my fault!
Alright... maybe it wasn't just a little... And maybe it was sort'a my fault... But hey! It was fun!
15/12/2010 -
Stoned as I was, amazed I was to find a fellow stoned, and so I checked his profile!
Sadly, it was not to be, for this stoned person was a part of that horribly uncool croup called Team Zombie Hardcore.
Respecting his wish not to be shot... well semi-respecting, I had decided to take advantage of the empty bottle of beer I had been carrying for a while now and help dont shoot im stoned's inner beauty come out, if there even was one, mashing it over his 1hp'ed head.
Sadly, I being stoned myself, it took quite a lot of swings to land a hit on the ever elusive head, being pin-size and airy, but in the end the bottle hit, and I stumbled my way to the nearest bed.
17/12/2010 -
Today I saw lame incarnate, and it's name was Mark Walrus - I mean, Whalberg... -, Such a find could not be ignored! Not at all, even with tenamautomatic seating there next to him, calmly sleeping away.
Having made my decision, I promptly dumped my bag of toys, opened it up and started exercising carelessness with some of the toys within, leading to some interestingly shaped blood stains on the PD's carpet.
Dear psychotic diary of death, that's all I have to share with you for now, I shell write in you again soon, 'promise!

Randoms

‎	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.

This user supports PKer rights!