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Welcome, I am The King and beside me I have Revanent-MK. When you join your ass is done, also when you enter you will rule just like you're the boss allthough you're not but who cares anyways when you join you will demise everything in your way, the clan of soldiers, built for one thing, to control the field of battle. Every aspect of war is in the hands of the any TrK members; once you set foot in their ring you won't succeed, all hope for you is lost, this is -our- time, play time is over kiddies, if you aren't willing to sweat, bleed, and die, you aren't enough to face any member of the Revanent kings. The omnipotent squad of TrK spawns from the pure blooded ages of warriors, unleashed perfected kindred and trained them to one day descend on the arena's floor of battle, their flag, the heads of every victim. They eat, sleep, and piss Slugs. Hand a Hellshade a railgun and you better run. Your last chance at victory is opening the console and typing 'quit' for its as close as you will get to a near victory. There are no friends of the TrK, you're merely our course selection of target practice, the table of death seats an infinite number of big game, you, are, the hunted.
-Writen by ta1nt and edited by [TrK]The King
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