User:Bobby the Hatchet
Bobby the Hatchet made his first appearance in Ridleybank as a wayward Fire Fighter, trailed by a murder of crows and covered in flies. He had the look of a madman and was dragging an axe covered in blackened blood. With a grin, he began committing random acts of violence under his own twisted code of chivalry until the zombies of the Ridleybank Resistance Front brought him out of darkness and into blight.
Maintaining a firm grasp on his fire axe, he joined their cause, shambling forth with Team America. It was there that he learned the ways of the horde. They nurtured him and his fellow bahbahz, putting plenty of yummies in his tummies. He enjoyed his days there, but times were hard, and Bobby wandered off. The madman became disoriented and wandered back to his native Ridleybank. Here he spent his days alone, spreading disease and harassing trenchcoaters. He carried ruination throughout the heart of Malton, growing in strength while diminishing in sanity. Over time, he experienced his share of revives, administered by innocent fools. As the survivors brought him life, he brought them death. And so he embraced the life of a death-cultist.
In battle, the gentleman's face is concealed beneath a plastic monkey mask. His true face remains cadaverous and scarred and his brutish form is covered in scars and tattooed serpents from various travels. He's the kind of guy that brings a fire axe to a gunfight, and then chops your head off while you're reloading.
Bobby the Hatchet currently rolls with the Gore Corps, and let it suffice to say that he knows his way around a watermelon.
