Raptor

                                   It's time to prepare. 
                Frak Cannon, Plasma Rifle, Redeemer. . .tonight, Frag's the limit.  
                If you're on the receiving end, then may God have mercy on your soul.  
                                      - UT-ClanAM

 The name is Raptor.  When I'm not killing people for a living, I like to party.  And
 I party hard.  That's why you'll find that almost every map made for UT has a toilet.
 They're there for people like me.  People that just can't help but drink when they're
 on the job.

Sometimes, in my lapse of reality, I make a mess.

 Doesn't matter though.  UT has it's own special blood and poo cleaning utilities.  I
 don't really know how they do it.  I just know that when I sit and stare at my masterpiece
 it disappears after a minute, much to my dismay.  You might ask me, "Raptor, why do you
 live such a dangerous life, are there any benefits?"  I'll admit, if I'm not being decapitated
 or chain-gunned into a bloody pulp (while minding my own business!): 

 then my line of work has many great benefits.  I get to work with an elite group of
 fighters that not only take my crap, but love to dish it out 10-fold.  Plus I'm covered
 by the best Medical Policy known to man.  For the low cost of $35 a month I get unlimited
 respawning, plus they throw in medical packs for those hard to reach flesh wounds.

 In conclusion I'd like to say that I'm proud to be a part of ClanAM Inc.  We're vile,
 rude, disgusting, and generally just like to see our friends splattered across the
 pavement.  I could think of no greater camaraderie.