GameInformer

Born under a Ponderosa Pine tree in a valley deep within the Rocky Mountains, I was spawned a gnarled and fearsome creature.  Left for dead by a neglectful mother, I was found by a tribe of roaming Indians who took me in as their own.  At the age of 10, I killed my first wolf and drank deeply of its blood.  When I turned 15 our village was attacked by a special forces team of US soldiers looking to eliminate our self sufficient tribe since we were living in the woods and not paying taxes.  It was on this day that I killed my first human with a tomahawk to the face.  The village was burned to the ground and only I escaped.  I had to eat the bodies of the fallen to survive.  Since then I have moved into civillization and began playing video games while hunting the men who destroyed my village.