It has 8een twenty sweeps since that fateful fight. Wandering around a dead session, killing anything that moved. In the face of constant quarrel, you saw fit to erode your mind and philosophy to the tenets of com8at. Honed, you sat alone further refining your a8ility to fight, and in turn, you 8ecame an indomita8le killing machine. 8ut now, you stand alone, with no friends in a dead world of your own design. And it is all your fault.
Kult: +22
Kull: +10
Total: 32
Ratio: 2.20
