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There was once a lone soldier (no, his name was NOT daisho) and he was close to getting banned from the world due to the use of an illegal firearm. But after some aggressive persuasion…
…the mods were convinced that he was not explicitly breaking any of the rules (well, at least he wasn’t posting porn in his tribe forum).
Yet, it was clear that he stood out from other soldiers…For when asked what their professions were, the other soldiers replied…
But the lone soldier replied differently…
To this day no one is sure what he answered…but it was frightening so we shall leave it at that…
One day, the soldier’s continent, referred to as his ‘K’ (why a continent is symbolized with a “K” is still a mystery to most) was under attack by hordes of noobs, mass recruitment tribes, and pre-mades. So the soldier gathered up all of his friends and formed his own battalion.
In an epic battle vs. the other tribes…
There was only one victor. The lone soldier did not owe gratitude to his teachers or to G-d. He won for one reason, and one reason only: Pure 100% not from concentrate, natural, non-artificial, likely photo- shopped, cold, hard, Irish Luck. To memorialize his heroic victory, he joined world 26, opened a bar, invited all of his friends, and called it a tribe. Now he drinks to his heart’s desire, gets lucky, and calls it a night. His followers however, didn’t stop there.
See y’all in-game.
…the mods were convinced that he was not explicitly breaking any of the rules (well, at least he wasn’t posting porn in his tribe forum).
Yet, it was clear that he stood out from other soldiers…For when asked what their professions were, the other soldiers replied…
But the lone soldier replied differently…
To this day no one is sure what he answered…but it was frightening so we shall leave it at that…
One day, the soldier’s continent, referred to as his ‘K’ (why a continent is symbolized with a “K” is still a mystery to most) was under attack by hordes of noobs, mass recruitment tribes, and pre-mades. So the soldier gathered up all of his friends and formed his own battalion.
In an epic battle vs. the other tribes…
There was only one victor. The lone soldier did not owe gratitude to his teachers or to G-d. He won for one reason, and one reason only: Pure 100% not from concentrate, natural, non-artificial, likely photo- shopped, cold, hard, Irish Luck. To memorialize his heroic victory, he joined world 26, opened a bar, invited all of his friends, and called it a tribe. Now he drinks to his heart’s desire, gets lucky, and calls it a night. His followers however, didn’t stop there.
See y’all in-game.
