Well I grew up over in America, pretty poor family I'm not going to lie. Spent my younger years studying for tests
and stuff like that. No girl really liked me, so I guess I had a lot of free time on my hands yeah...
I've never carried any sort of weapon until well, the world turned
into what it is now. I practised and practised and now I can shoot those things pretty easily, but people is
I decided to go over to this place called Chernarus to hopefully get a new life, meet a nice lady friend. Have a couple
o' kids and just live out the rest of my days. Yeah that's me really, quiet ol' Micah. So I went over there on this fuckin'
plane, next thing I know there's goddamn monsters roaming around the place and I just thought fuck this for a joke.
I don't have anyone, no friends, no family. Just me, alone. As usual I guess. That's the beautiful thing about being
alone your whole life, when someone leaves you just go back to being alone, and you're used to that in the end you
know what I mean? That's just the way it's been in my life.
Guess I should probably find some people to call friends, or protect me or whatever I don't really know.
- Make friends easily enough.
- Isn't scared of being alone.
- Can shoot a decent shot.
- Survives alone, most of the time.
- Has to eat, all the fucking time.
- Sometimes get's lost.
- Can't sit still.
- Has asthma.
- Has anger issues.
- Has a wart on his trigger finger.
Goal I - Friends
- Find Friends.
- Find a place to stay.
Goal II - Clearance
- Take out any infected he see's.