Living Dead Girl

My gamertag is “Libitina”. Should you have Googled it at any point you would have discovered Libitina is a now defunct goth rock band or that I am in fact the Roman Goddess of death, funerals and corpses. Yes, I named myself after a Goddess. No, I do not have ego-issues.

There is also a touch of irony with my online persona being the Grim Reaper-ess of Rome. Over my years of gaming I have become at peace with Death. He is my constant companion. He stands at my shoulder, and slowly lures me to my fate. If there is a level with water? I will drown. If there is a race? My vehicle will explode into a fireball. If there are spikes? That is where I launch my virtual body. Guitar Hero on any setting other than easy? Booed offstage. Which is probably a fate worse than death.

Once upon a time this was all a cause of anger, rage and frustration. Hell hath no fury like a gamer girl scorned. I’ve hurled such foul abuse at Sonic and *gulp* told Bubble and Bobble I wish they’d never been born. However I’ve grown to accept the path of my demise. I now thrive off dying. I know my place in the gaming world and it is that crumpled corpse you pass by on the floor. I cackle with glee when you’ve stabbed me in the back for the fifth time in a row on Call of Duty 4. I whoop with delight when the SWAT team finally catch up with me on Grand Theft Auto. I still hurl abuse at Sonic though. Some things will never change.

There is however one game, and one game alone, where I am out to get you. A glimmer of hope on my death-riddled horizon, where I can bring you pain and you will feel Libitina’s godly wrath! All thanks to some highly intensive training from fellow Ready Up members. Me and Zoey? We are one. No Infected is safe from my bullets. I throw pipe bombs like there is no tomorrow. Because there is no tomorrow, this is the zombie apocalypse! I am that suicidal Boomer who will coat you in stinky green vomit, I am the flaming Hunter who will flail wildly across your screens but eventually rip you apart, I am the Smoker who will tongue you from afar (I see you smirking at the back there, stop it), I am the Tank who will spawn miles away, get lost and fail to make any damage.

Okay so I have some Left 4 Dead areas to work on. Libitank can often be a laughable affair and I have to battle my own team shutting me in dark cupboards but by jove for those brief hours life is sweet and Death, for once, is my sidekick.

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