A brutish working-class gunman. His morals are loose but his shirts are tight. The gentleman smiles as if he has no idea what's going on as he smokes his last Lucky Strike.
After being run out of Miltown by zerg armies, Ignorant Bastard took to the streets. He tends to avoid populated areas, much preferring the comforts of old ruins. Combat Revives are a ghoul's best friend and ammunition is better spent on Rotters.
There is no sin but Ignorance.
The Bastard's work is never done.
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(Who knows, maybe one day they'll let him pulverize a little.)
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