Sam "Tank" Anderson

Sam "Tank" Anderson, was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska. After is parents divorced when he was 15, Sam got into ice road trucking to take care of his mother. His mother died a few years later to lung cancer. During the years his mother battled cancer, Sam worked and pushed himself to his limits in order to make enough money to pay the hospital bills. Sadly it wasn't enough and Sam blamed himself for her death, thinking to himself that if he had only pushed a little harder. And so began Sam's transformation to Tank, taking suicidal jobs, and picking fights with just about anyone who looked done on him( Which was a lot of people considering Tank is only 5'7" and about 140 lbs). It didn't take long for Sam to gain is nickname because no matter the punishment his body took he endured, punishing blizzards, brutal beatings, and truck wreaks (tank wasn't always the driver he is today), the man refused to die, and thus Tank was born.

About 10 years later Tank's life took a drastic change. He was given a typical job running supplies to the mines. The abnormalities started when he was about a day into his trip. He started noticing motorcycle tracks along the truck route. At his first rest stop Tank noticed the biker gang had been harassing some of the locals so he took it upon himself to teach them a lesson , by towing there bikes 3 miles down the road. Not to long after he met a long girl who was looking to get away from her life in Alaska, reluctantly Tank allowed her to tag along. A day or so later a pack of large wolves attacked Tank's trailer. In an Attempt to ward them of Tank begun swatting them with the back of the trailer. Eventually the swerving caused one of the trucks tires to give out and Tank was forced to stop the truck. Upon opening the truck door a large green arm reached in and attempted to grab Tank. Tanks reaction was to close the door and in doing so tore the arm off of whatever was trying to grab him. Still needing to check the truck and see if it was drivable Tank left the cab to inspect the tire that had blown out. Armed with his shotgun, hatchet, and hunting knife Tank made his way to the back of the truck. It wasn't long before another one of the creatures had ambushed him, it also wasn't long before the creature had an hatchet in it's throat either shortly after killing the large green, tusked man. another took its place and launched a spear at Tank, hitting Tank's shoulder and going straight through. Tank retaliated with a shotgun blast to it's face, leaving it very dead. The sound of the blast attracted yet another which was handled appropriately after breaking its tusk and knocking it out, Tank claimed the tusk. Tank then climbed the trailer to get a better view of the situation found that they were attempting to steal the supplies with the back of the trailer open Tank opened fire on one of the creatures at the back of the trailer killing one. However the biggest of the group didn't take kindly to the attack and launched itself over the trailer and Tank, knocking him into the pack of very large wolves, killing two before he got away towards the front of the trailer, the leader made its way to Tank. Tank unknowing challenged the leader to one on one combat as the others stood and watched as they fought back and fourth exchanging blows before Tank knocked the creature out with a head-butt to its crotch,( With help from Cindy? of course who shot the beast when it seemed as if it were winning) Tank the beat the creature until his hands were broken and energy drained. Near death and completely drained Tank and Cindy made it to the next town and getting the much needed medical attention. Shortly after Tank was approached by mysterious men who told him to keep what had happened to him a secret or else. During his conversation with the asshats he received a phone call from a man by the name of Harbinger and was asked to meet him in Alabama for further information and a new job along with the bounty money for the Orc (WTF?!?!) he had killed.

to be continued and edited for accuracy at a later date.

New Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

Well I might as well start with my name this is Tank Anderson, I'm doing these recordings as per request of Harbinger says I was selected to give my thoughts after missions and the introduction to the I.B.P. who gives a shit. Some new way of evaluating team members personally I think its because the bastard doesn't like me...

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

We just finished the training camp bullshit, other than the fact that not knowing monsters are real and that its to fucking hot, the rest of it was a cake walk, firearms training, conditioning pussy shit, if thats the kind of training each recruit gets it makes sense why their recruiting room was so full.

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

Just found out who I'm gonna be stuck with on these missions. the team consists of some Rabi, a science geek, a foreign girl, Daisy the only other person with firearm experience, and rainbow bright. Topped of with the psycho team lead Pitts. I'm gonna die.

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

Our first mission was on some boat that hasn't been heard from in some time. So we set off accompanied by Harbinger himself, We split up into two groups and searched the boat for some time before discovering the ape shit craziness that went on. Fucking zombies, wights, and gas guy with his creepy tentacle things. As a group we opened fire, while Rabi blessed shit, and we got whipped by black tentacle things. A giant werewolf decided to eat the gas guy, and me and rainbow bright opened fire on the werewolf, turns out that was Harbinger, you'd think the mother fucker would mention, oh by the fuckin way if ya see a twenty foot werewolf thats me don't shoot, to the monster hunters he just hired. turn this fucking thing off...

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

The team set out ahead of time I was arriving at a later date do to personal issues. The destination was Mexico for a Chupa-Thingy extermination. I wasn't informed of the no collateral damage allowed, when I decide to run the junker I found shortly after arriving into the hotel killing 1. Turns out Pitts was killed, not sure if a walking corpse can die really. And they were working on a solution to bring him back, completely forgetting the original goal, kill shit. finding out there was no talking them out of it I took Igor to the nearest Hospital to acquire supplies for the procedure they wanted to try. After getting back and listening to Penny and Igor ramble and argue for a couple hours I went for a walk. I found Eddie in the woods staring at an old pyramid littered with chupas. After a whlie the whole group showed up and well all hell brook loose...

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Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

It's my first real down time since joining. I'm supposed to investigate this house for a possible haunting... The house is fuckin haunted so job done I guess might as well relax while I'm here though got about a week, and it only took me an hour to figure out the house was ten kinds of nuts.

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

So I get back from the investigation to find out the compounds over run with my favorite green bastards... orcs, fuck orcs. I'll figure this shit out later so long as they're not trying to stab me it'll have to wait.

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

I hate fuckin ghosts, It's the only monster you can't just shoot until it stops moving. Between the walls and floors eating people and the crazy ass noises, can't say I'll ever just walk into a place thats haunted again. I found the remains of psycho bitch salted and roasted them , but if I had done my job while I was down here initially could've prevented a lot of shit. Long story short do your damn research.

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

Shits pretty fubar'd Harbingers been taken by the Elves, didn't really think I'd dislike something more than Orcs, but they world loves proving me wrong. We were having a meeting when my favorite ass-hat decided to scorch my truck with a help sign. so I went and dragged his ass back to base... note to self a good mage is an unconscious one. Afterwards somebody started taking pop shots at the group. So we head out to the point were the shooter was after one of us killed it. Turns out it was a trap. Elves from all angles walked up shooting magic. I killed the lighting wielding bastard and his buddy's around him. Guess they hadn't accounted for me. They brought tanks though and in the process blew up my truck... fuckin hate elves fuckin dress wearin pansy ass pointy eared pieces of shit. I'm gonna kill'em all... In the confusion of the battle they managed to take Harbinger though loss for us I guess. Now apparently were going to their home turf... It's about time.

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

After the abduction of big H we checked his office for (static). I found an old jacket of his however and to my surprise was better than any armor the I.B.P.H could provide. Turns out it was minotaur hide, thank you Travis for clearing that up. I ran into some old friends the made the trip all the way from Alaska. Turns out they remembered me and now fear me to the point of loyalty. It's kinda of awesome being an Orc boogie man of sorts. Bob an orc who was not with their group when they attacked me was not as believing in their stories and made the mistake of challenging my ability. So I beat his ass, almost killed him but its been awhile since hitting an orc was justified so I enjoyed it anyway. And for now i have a 6 man tribe I guess thats what its called following me around and taking orders. It's about fucking time...

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

Hell yes, kicked some pussy elf ass. Mind you we had some bumps like the near death of Eddie at the hands of the crazy ass tomahawk. Followed by the de-orcing of Eddie, turning off Igor and the hammer well becoming just a hammer. After Rabbi figured out how to fix all of the shit that was made normal by god knows what, we attempted to make Eddie King again or really just an orc. After forcing him into his armor and pissing him off to a degree that I'm pretty sure lowered the life expectancy of everyone in the room. I apparently challenged him to a King death match well by that time he had the hammer full armor and well I had the jacket. Didn't help all that much when wielded by Eddie so I gave up after realizing I challenged him for kinghood. Bullshit orc customs. After that was settled we did get the attack underway and managed to kill a ton of elves and make the fake queen retreat so all in all a win. and those cheeky fish bastards will think twice before the fuck with us again.

Voice Print recording, Identified Samuel Anderson – transcribing…

So we got H back heavily tortured but alive is what counts i suppose. He ended up retiring took his jacket and left the IBPH in the hands of Rabbi. well I guess things are gonna be a little different but so long as I get to kill monsters and save people its not really an issue...