Ask about connecting on Steam if you're looking for a game of L4D2. It's a good opportunity to get to know the character; fun for me and convenient for you.

 

 


Name's Nick. I've got more than a little gambling problem and odds are if you see me around, I'm packing heat. Turns out hot lead traveling at 800 miles an hour or so is a great way to settle scores.

 

 

When the shit hit the fan with these infected zombie fucks I shoulda been out west in Las Vegas, maybe a little closer to the Jersey shore. Instead I met up with an idiot mechanic, some dumbshit reporter honey from way up north and an out of shape, out of work high school coach. That last one is just tons of fun, trust me.

 

 

As it happens, those three assclowns I decided to travel with didn't turn out to be half bad at the whole killing thing. Even that dumbass kid has his uses. Probably only good at shooting since he's a redneck and all, but hell; we've been working together a while now, making our path down Louisiana way. God damn these bitch infected! Seems like even shooting them in the head doesn't put the fuckers down, sometimes.

 

 

I never thought all those great ass-beating skills I picked up over the years would come so much in handy but I'm glad for all that scraping and scrapping I've done. Hey, this shit is survival of the fittest right? That means I gotta swing my God damn bat the hardest. Admittedly, this apocalypse thing is nothing like when I was a bouncer. Those were some good times.

 



I don't believe this shit. Every time it looks like we're gonna get through by the skin on our teeth, something goes awry. I know they're all pissed at me but the God damn helicopter pilot was a zombie! He must have gotten bit before he picked us up. Now that I think about it, everyone who picked us up except for that Virgil hick ended up turning. Could we be causing this somehow? Yeah. We could. Before we ran across that bridge the army blew up I remember one of the pilots going on about carriers. So that's it. There's no hope after all, it seems. What's a gambler to do with a game he can't win?

 

 

 

It's inevitable... sometimes shit just doesn't go the way we want it to, does it?

 

Also... I got no caption for this one yet but this picture must be in my profile. I'll figure something out later.

 

 

 

 

Now, for something between you, the reader, and I, the writer. I'm open to all kinds of roleplay, whether you want to mow down legions of the walking (not) dead, or something else. Don't think all this killing has got me too hard to have a good time. No F-List here - I think that shit is just stupid. How many people can you know intimately without ever having a word with them? I will tell you I'm sort of a switch, since always being aggressive or passive gets kind of boring. That, and some people just scream victim, asking to be taken advantage of, while others exude strength. You know what I mean. Nick here is the same. If you're still following, drop me a line and maybe we can get to know each other better. Please understand, if you see me around, I'll be IC. OOC stuff goes in brackets.