I started out playing very friendly, I had my friend with me that I met, his name was Radghost29, we had a camp and a shit ton of gear, we held up in Green Mountain due to the dark nature of the place, no one ever went there, anyway we went to go on a run, we always walked about 25 to 50 feet away to ensure that we would spot anyone coming. Anyway I caried two bandages and I got attacked by a Zed in the forest, and used my bandage, then the bandage I had for him I used when I got hit by the damn bandits that hit me and stole all his and my gear. When I woke up I was naked and my buddy was naked and was stripped of everything. I was pissed, it legit made me fucking tear up a bit, we had known each other for about a month or so now. I paid my respect and swore that I was going to avenge him. I was walking back to camp and gear back up, on my way to the bandit camp I avoided a lot, I killed all of them stealthily with an axe. The seem to be leader of the bandit group had a Pay Day 2 mask, I stole it. When I killed them I was very happy and satafied, it made my heart race. I since on killed everyone that came to my camp :), I love killing, the Green Mountain Serial Killer was created by tragedy and by the Bandits that killed my friend, I hope to find him, he would probably despise me now. I hadn't ever died, only twice when I was a fresh spawn. I sold it sadly but I love the game. I left notes across servers with stories and diaries, if you find them, treasure them.