I would be Funny Man, or Mr. Nice Guy. I would be a scrawnly little wimp who had a difficult time getting his words out. I'd never step on any toes and would hardly get noticed except when someone needed to vent by picking on the weaker link.
Then suddenly I would be known as the Last Maller because I would slit all thier throats in thier sleep and silently kill all guards. From that point forward I would be a lone wolf of a survivor, very much like Skittles but with a bit more morbidity to my crazy. If a Tower member saw me they would either avoid me, or try to kill me...because the line between zombie and human would be a gray area for me. Rumors would circulate that the Mallers were killed by some creature that ate them...but took the time to cook thier flesh.
The rumors would be true. I would be a berserker.
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