Let the Clubbing Commence
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Favorite Equipment: Shotgun, pistol
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Status: Active
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Group: Non affiliated, STARS Hunter
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Hangout: East/West Greyside
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Current Level 41
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Character Profile
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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.
