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==Character== | ==Character== | ||
[http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=554355 | [http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=554355 Profile...] | ||
[http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt294/PurpleHaze00/Photo065.jpg Here lies an accurate depiction of how he happens to look...both in reality, and on UD.] | [http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt294/PurpleHaze00/Photo065.jpg Here lies an accurate depiction of how he happens to look...both in reality, and on UD.] | ||
''" | ''"Are you seriously trying to tell me those fucking penguins I've been shooting at for the last five minutes...aren't real?"'' - Flatliner, on firearm safety while under the influence. | ||
Flatliner seemed to be every inch the | Flatliner seemed to be enjoying the Malton outbreak far too much to have been a normal, pre-zombie-apocalypse member of society. From the tips of his tan leather brothel-creepers, to the old 'Nam combat jacket, Flatliner was every inch the zombicidal, drunken, depraved, crazy bastard he proclaimed to be. Pre-outbreak, he was a professional Muesli Inspector; a mind-numbing job which may have contributed to the degradation of his sanity to the low it's at currently. | ||
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 | He '''never''' removes his aviators. 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. (Er...figure that one out on your own...) | ||
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 illegal highs, general depravity, and white hot lead. Kind of like what Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas would be like, with the addition of zombies. | |||
'''Current objective: Aid survivors wherever possible in the South Blythville suburb.''' | '''Current objective: Aid survivors wherever possible in the South Blythville suburb.''' | ||
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Armament: .357 Colt Python (6 inch barrel model), Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, "Lupara" style sawed off shotgun. | Armament: .357 Colt Python (6 inch barrel model), Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, "Lupara" style sawed off shotgun. | ||
Other equipment: Gordon Freeman's crowbar, a plethora of mindbending "substances", hipflask, a "helm" made from a cardboard beer crate. | |||
==Contact== | ==Contact== | ||
Revision as of 14:35, 23 April 2009
Character
Here lies an accurate depiction of how he happens to look...both in reality, and on UD.
"Are you seriously trying to tell me those fucking penguins I've been shooting at for the last five minutes...aren't real?" - Flatliner, on firearm safety while under the influence.
Flatliner seemed to be enjoying the Malton outbreak far too much to have been a normal, pre-zombie-apocalypse member of society. From the tips of his tan leather brothel-creepers, to the old 'Nam combat jacket, Flatliner was every inch the zombicidal, drunken, depraved, crazy bastard he proclaimed to be. Pre-outbreak, he was a professional Muesli Inspector; a mind-numbing job which may have contributed to the degradation of his sanity to the low it's at currently.
He never removes his aviators. 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. (Er...figure that one out on your own...)
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 illegal highs, general depravity, and white hot lead. Kind of like what Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas would be like, with the addition of zombies.
Current objective: Aid survivors wherever possible in the South Blythville suburb.
[Objective status: Groovy.]
Armament: .357 Colt Python (6 inch barrel model), Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, "Lupara" style sawed off shotgun. Other equipment: Gordon Freeman's crowbar, a plethora of mindbending "substances", hipflask, a "helm" made from a cardboard beer crate.
Contact
| UDprofile: Flatliner | WikiProfile: Flatliner | Group: PEZ United |
| AIM: n/a | MSN: call_me_desdenova@hotmail.co.uk | e-mail: call_me_desdenova@hotmail.co.uk |
| Home: Watford, UK | contact database. | |
Other things
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Secret Agent |
| This user knows no fear, knows no danger, knows nothing |
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Kane LIVES! |
| This user believes you can't kill the Messiah |
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Good Grooming |
| This user or group practices good grooming habits, and recommends that other Malton survivors do too. |
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Drunkard |
| This User drinks entirely too much and should probably quit before they die. |
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Violence is quicker |
| Both diplomacy and violence solve problems. But violence is quicker. |
