Fegelnator

Marton was a filthy traitor. You were right to execute him.

The rain had just stopped pouring. Me and my friends had been in the countryside for a while now: doing some simple scavenging for a tire we could use to repair a car we'd found. But we hadn't found anything and we'd been running for hours, starting to get impatient... We were sick of the Zeds running after us, their depressive moaning was starting to frustrate both me and my pals. After we found out we'd been running in circles and had ended up back at the broken down car we'd found hours before, we were through with it. One of my two pals left disillusioned, but me and my friend Gigantic B*llsack decided to go to Elektrovadorsk to release some frustration on the noobs that would doubtlessly be running around. But alas, he had to leave when we'd reached Sniper Hill. This left just me, alone, just my trusty m4 with two mags as my companion. But it seemed that as B*llsack left the game I was destined to get my first slice of Bandit action. It was a guy called Spoke, who made the classic bambi mistake: running on the road while being chased by zeds in a crowded server, for all of us to see. He skirted right past me while going for the Fire Station with the big tower next to it, and while my heart started to pound and my bloodlust clouded my vision, I started to stalk him. Now I know that you shouldn't kill for little reason, but I was determined for this to be an honest hunt: I would say nothing, stalk him honestly and not gloat after he'd been killed, as a sign of dubious respect for my prey. I was not yet a bandit at that time, just a simple survivor, but I was determined to show my true colours as I followed the ignorant bambi through the undergrowth. I would prove that I was able to kill players, even while I was in great pain and couldn't aim straight. He entered the fire station chased by zeds and I anticipated that he would use the ladder bug to get on the roof to save himself from the ravenous hordes craving for his very flesh. I used the main ladder to enter the roof, lay down and watched him come through the tower, onto the other ladder. It was time. He didn't even see me as he crouched down at the edge of the roof, though to his credit I must acknowledge that he got a few bullets in me before I shredded him, earned my bandit suit and claimed his superior rifle for my own. This is the story of how I became a bandit.

Good story! Although I don't really understand why you'd go out of your way just to kill a noob...

They deserved it.