I was in a deathmatch brutally killing people, performing the job as the harvester of souls. Taking away peoples gaming experience with the blinding fury of my twin shotguns and righteous sword. Just another victim had fallen to the ground when an individual bathed in light appeared.
I was stunned at first, but quickly raised my shotgun at an instance. I then realized what I was doing, what I had become. All the people I had killed, all the innocent TK's and AFK kills. I was blinded by the holy truth of this being in front of me, tears dropped like waterfalls from my eyes. He never said anything, he just stood there.
From that point on I was a changed player. I would aid teammates, prove that the world could be a better place.
I have never talked about that individual, nothing is known about him.
Years passed and all I could find out was a extract which contained a name. His name.
That name was Muan.
He shall be in my thoughts forever. A iron halo, to shield me from the pain and mistakes of humanity.
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Sincerely. Became Muan's Slave in order to learn Monk style.