[Stories] The PKK... The Terror Of Death... Part 1

Swords Bashing and Clashing With Every Might.... Too Bad The Swords, Katanas and Any Other Weapon You Can Name Were Only Wooden....

.... First Day Of Training As A PKK (Player Killer Killer)

Age: 10

Year: 2003

Name: Revenous

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As A Young Boy I Despised Pkers and Made An Oath To My Parents' Grave That I Would Get Revenge For Their Deaths. And Then I Met Leonidis....

He Had Also Lost His Parents By A Pker And Formed A Recruit Camp For People Who Suffered The Same Fate. We Called Ourselves The Revoked. A PKK Guild....

.... Five Years Later....

"Leonidis.... I Think I'm Ready To Set Out" I Said With Great Confidence.

"Are You Sure?" He Responded With Grave Concern In His Face.

"Yes I Am Master... Yes I Am...."

He Smirked. "Heh. Show Me Then"

"As You Wish Master."

And With That Said We Sparred....

Swords Bashed And Blood Started To Run Down Our Foreheads. One Slight Mistake And My Head Would Be Gone. We Were Out Of Breath. Out Of Stamina But We Raged On Because We Knew That Out There.... In The Real World.... It Would Be Harder... And Before We Knew It, There It Was... All The Guild Members.... Watching The Great Battle... The Guild Leader VS. The Apprentice Deputy Leader...

Countless Hours Passed By.... And None Of Us Gave In....

Then I Got Him.... With Precise Movement Of My Ninja Blade..... I Got Him.... Not Even His Great Trojan Stature Would Be Able To Avoid This.....

Continued On Part 2!