It really is a sad story...
I used to be his favorite mentor. I would take him on long intellectual walks through his mind and we would discuss strategies in the game.
Then he changed.
I first noticed when he started getting more aggressive and seemingly power-hungry, developing his strategies to overthrow the game. I decided he needed to be stopped before he carried out his horrific plan.
I took myself and my four strongest and closest friends to the doorstep of his kingdom...but by then it was too late---for he had achieved what none of us could ever dream of achieving: 400 attack *winces*
Sry about that, even mentioning it racks me with fear nowadays. Continuing...
He met us at his doorstep, and a large but short battle ensued. He utterly destroyed us. While on my last leg, I called to my friend to unleash our greatest weapon: the most powerful attack pot . It did nothing to him. After the smoke cleared, he said three words: U mad bro?
That was when we knew we lost. We fled into the highlands, never to confront him again.
spragga, if you read this, please know that I tell this story wholly for the sake of keeping history alive