Eddy Bateman is the name, don't wear it out like I know unfortunately many will. I started off living a quiet life out in an urban neighborhood in Texas, USA. Growing up there was a little bit of a cake walk, I had two great parents who took care of me, taught me important values such as respect and courage, two things I hold near and dear to my heart.
But enough with the boring stuff, besides most of my younger years were a blur and ain't worth remembering in all honesty. It wasn't until later on in life when my values were tested and my true character took shape. At the ripe old age of 18, I had decided I had enough of sitting in classrooms, being told there was only one right way to do things. So I said fuck it, my childhood friend John had always wanted to go in the Marines, so what could go wrong? I was a patriot and more than likely John and I will end up being at each others side at one point or the other. So I embarked on this fantastic journey of being hazed for the next couple years of my life in hopes of being the greatest damn warrior to walk the face of the Earth, but god damn was I wrong. Turns out getting the shit kicked outa you for days on end doesn't prepare you for getting blown up by IED's in the middle of a village. All it took was three missions outside the wire and I was on a flight back home to the states to receive extensive care for what many doctors had diagnosed as TBI, well come to find out a couple years later that was all bogus and I had just been getting migraines due to the climate over in that shithole.
This begins the next part of my life: Meeting John's younger brother Robert. Now Robert was a weird one, overly optimistic, kind, little bit of a pacifist. He was the complete opposite of John in almost every way possible. But being back state side that kid really showed me how to bring some happiness back into my life, because truth be told, I was in damn need of it. A year or so after I had came back from that damn hell hole over seas, Robert had built enough trust in me to name me as the God Father of his first born: Jospeh. Everything was going damn good, for a while at least. Then the mother of Robert's child decided to take the kid and leave. Which was shortly followed by Robert getting a call from John to come visit him over in some place known as Chernarus.
Thats the last thing I remember from the real world before fantasy land kicked in. What shortly followed seemed like a long acid trip. I decided to head over to that same region after I heard there was some crazy outbreak that occurred. So me being the nosey fucker I am managed to slip in to that hell hole. Ended up finding John, who told me basically to lay low and to stay outa sight until the time was right. Well low and behold Alex, the youngest gets murdered by a bunch of nationalist there, Jack goes AWOL. And John being the crazy man he was, ends up fighting a damn bear with a screwdriver and getting himself killed.
Now all I am left with is a damn journal of John's and an emergency plan for his group written inside in case something goes wrong and he ain't able to do what needs to be done.
Guess its my time to step up and show the world I am made of.....Or completely fuck up whatever John did, because good lord this dude is in all kinds of stuff according to this journal.