The Hall of Fame lists all high-skilled player characters who have died in the game.

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George 'Soft Shell' HendersonProduce_VendorsThe Wilderness2012-11-04
A good man, fun combatant, but would`ve been better served by a hard shell.
'Poor' Prince PoormanMirrored PainSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
'Mock Me' Charles DockeryProduce_VendorsSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
He was a good man, a good leader, an inspired mixologist. He died in peace.
Freddie 'Boom Boom' BestThe 4sakenSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
John 'Deep' PonderThe VanguardsSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
'Distractable' Theodore WilliamsDrive Backwards BFFsSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
Theo died as he lived: in a metal box in the back of a Lorry. He was not a good leader. Nor was he a good man. But he was cripplingly agoraphobic, which makes his short tenure as leader of the gang impressive.

Although he requested he be buried in the box in which he lived, the BFFs opted instead to just leave his corpse on the side of the road to Firelight. The metal box that was his home is now home to a fierce rad-dog that the gang keeps as a pet.
There`s no radder pet than a rad-dog, they`ll tell you. Don`t listen to them. The dog is not friendly.
'Diseased' Patricia KnoxDrive Backwards BFFsSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
Jonathan 'JoPo' PorterRebelsSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
Pamela 'Peeler' ForteProject CerberusSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
Jessica 'The Eskimo' QuinnFrench Foreign LegionSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
Pablo 'Jojo' JordonConfrerieSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
'Lt. Col.' Gary WinnHessiansSomerset Hospital2012-11-04
Fought the best, won, and died of old age. His last request was to `get my arm back from Hitman Trucking.`
'Mr. Reliable' James RelifordHot TraxThe Wilderness2012-11-04
Dorothy 'Action' Jackson[v]@Xx3D []utThe Wilderness2012-11-04
Dorothy is out of action...permanently.
Stephen EvansSand GoblinsThe Wilderness2012-11-04
James 'Money' MonahanThe Groove ChampionsElmsfield Hills Rally Circuit2012-11-03
James spent his mornings, afternoons, evenings and nights sitting in a chair at the Elmsfield pub. Completely forgettable: he never scouted a single day in his miserable existence.

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