Once upon a time there was a hungry man. That hungry man picked up a stick. He sharpned the stick and killed a deer.

One man felt betrayed by a town trader, the trader had sold him some bad meat, the man cooked the meat but noticed it was bad, so he fed it to his faithfull dog. Later that night the dog fell ill and upon the next morning the dog was dead, the man felt that his companions death had to be avenged. he cracked open the body of his cold dead companion, broke off a bone of what once was the dogs ribcage, he sharpned the bone and went to the market where he killed the trader in broad daylight. This was the start to what would become the fall man.

It all started at that market place, in that town, the witnesses saw the man take matters in his own hands, they saw that laws can never apprihent a human being of doing what he or she truly desire. The news of what happened spread throughout the kingdom, other lands saw how a once strong kingdom could fall because of one man, because a single individual with a belief strong enough could change the world. The silent scream of anarchy could be heard in lands residing up to the old kingdom, this was bigger a bigger threat than any army could ever fight.

news spread like wildfire, the northern kingdom fell, then the south, and finally the east, only the western kingdom remained. The king fortified the city walls, double guarded the streets, but oh he was wrong, he put his people closer together, if you put a rat on a mans stomach, a bucket over the rat and heat it, the rat will dig through the mans stomach.

The lower end of town fell first, like the old kingdom it started on the market place, the king sought no other choice than to kill the rage inflicted peasents, the king and his men rode out of the inner city, upon his arrival at the lower end he saw anarchy and chaos, he ordered his men to slay any civilian they saw on sight, a little later the stench of burned flesh blew through the city.

The king returned to his castle, has he sat down on his throne, relieved to have solved the crisis threatning his land, his son stepped forward, the boy young of age was soaked in blood, before the king could speak he felt the searing pain of cold steal through his heart. As he looked down he saw the blade, held by his son, looking up on him, smiling....


Where is he now? - When he is not trying to bring back a server under the Activistgaming banner he plays on X-Hosters Resident Evil Roleplay server