User:Mike
Contact
Forums Username: Mike
Steam Friends: Longwordaphobia
Communities: BB Servers, Facepunch
Abilities
Coding Languages: HTML, CSS, A little bit of PHP, a little bit of LUA.
Modeling: I can add animations to a model, and do some texturing as well as hexxing.
Mapping: None what-so-ever.
Biography
Auto-Biography
Born and raised in Pennsylvania. Hopped onto [BB] for the first time in March of 2007. However I did not join the forums until June of 2008. A member of the Black Marketeers.
BM Bio
Coming into the city it was just like any of the shit I had already been in. "Nothing different." I sighed to myself in disappointment. As me and the other few refugees got off of the train we noticed the City Administrator on his "digital throne" babbling to us about how "It's safer here," and how the City is a "utopia." Just like any other politician he tried to tell us what we wanted to hear, and while I can't speak for the others, I knew it was bullshit.
We went through all the standard checkpoints, watched a few refugees get beat around by CP and went on our way. Didn't say anything about it. When I stepped outside I started looking around for apartments and buildings that looked promising, after all I just got here and had no where to live. Sure I could've stayed at the commons house but for me, it was either the streets or a normal life.
I stepped into one building and saw a few guys huddled around a crate. Curiosity got the best of me and I went to check it out. One of them turned around and asked me who I was.
"Michael... Michael O'Toole" I stuttered.
"You can't be here Michael" he responds. Of course I ask him why and he tells me I can't. I start to walk away when another one calls out for me.
"Hey kid!" I turned and he motions for me to come here. What I see is a crate full of weapons from pistols to rifles. I had no idea how they got it, nor did I want to know. What I did know is I wanted to be a part of it.
"What can I do?"