User:Flatliner

Character

This bad motherfucker's profile...

"So I shot this zombie with a flare gun - turns out it wasn't a zombie, but a hobo. Watching this flaming homeless person running about, it...taught me a lesson. We live in trying times. And in these days of strife, it's quite hard to tell the difference between a tramp and a zombie." - Flatliner, on collateral damage and the homeless.

Flatliner seemed to be every inch the stereotypical "G-Man" - suited, booted, and armed. Be it night or day, the suit never seemed to remove his standard-issue sunglasses; a trait which could be deemed as quite comic. Zombies and humans alike daren't make fun of this, mind you. He tended to punish disrespect by tearing his victim's head off, then beating them to death with it! Figure THAT one out!

Usually seen spouting colourful (and bizarre) one-liners that were rarely heard outside of grindhouse flicks, Flatliner was evidently determined to plough his way through the Malton Incident in a cascade of obscene language, depravity, and WHITE...HOT...LEAD! (That paragraph was meant to be said in that deep voice-over that preceeds a film, by the way.)

Current objective: Establish a base of operations in the Honeyfield Motel, and hopefully link up with any remaining PEZ United members.

[Objective status: Er, not all that good. Honeyfield is in zombie hands again, and ruined. As soon as my AP is up, I'm attempting to retake and barricade it.]

Armament: .357 Colt Python (6 inch barrel model), Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, "Lupara" style sawed off shotgun.

Group status: Affiliated with nobody - however, looking to join a group. Hit me up on my talk page, should you be interested.

Other things

	Secret Agent
	This user knows no fear, knows no danger, knows nothing

	Pistol Ninja
	This user is a pistol ninja He shall bring headshots to barhah!.

	Drunkard
	This User drinks entirely too much and should probably quit before they die.