Harpag took my key.
Come on, don't bullshit them, you started almost half a year later... lel
Harpag: Date Registered: January 08, 2011, 12:05:45 am
Kalp: Date Registered: June 10, 2011, 12:57:39 pm
Being severely limited by my toaster like computer (not even kidding, the amount of noise that thing made was compared to a jet plane taking off when I was in teamspeak), I decided to to play this game my brother showed me awhile back called Mount and Blade Warband; played it for a couple days was like meh and moved onto NW. I joined a regiment there, we got tired of NEC line battle bullshit and decided to move over to crpg and formed a little known clan called Phoenix. Helped the remnants out at the end of Strat 3. However I rarely ventured out into the world of PvP, and spent a majority of my time in Na_7 where I met some of my good video game/internet friends. After Phoenix moved on to play DoTA and LoL, like every skilled gamer ever, I formed up my own clan which quickly died out, and then I joined HoC at the bequest of Jona.
Three years ago.....almost
I joined back in autumn 2011 and honestly I don't know how I found out about cRPG anymore, my guess is I have been under despicable HA influence for too long that it affected my braincells by now. Anyhow I was not like this in the beginning, I used to be known as CCleaner, just another random medium/heavy armor 2-hander, sometimes pole-user, always despised shielders for their cowardice, nothing special, average at skill just as I was on scoreboard but oh boy did I enjoyed the EU_1 Battle, it was so diverse, people played literally everything. Well everything comes to an end right, yeah....
Around late 2012, early 2013 the Age of diversity was fading, and new age was dawning, Age of 2-handing sperglords led by autistic macro-overlord Qoray, rice-devouring Danish-Vietnamese transsexual Phase and I-got-epileptic-attack-just-by-spectating Spamwhore. I was cut down so many times wondering how they do that, it was abnormal, the movement, the way they bend their body and connect to yours, almost an art, it was something I came across for the first time (later however I've heard it's called macro's). The chat praised their names after they'd won against impossible odds, they were demi-gods among us, filthy casuals who served only to bump their e-peens, pitifull meatbags.
And so it was around mid 2013 that I quit playing for few months so that I could play League of Legends work on my master plan, a way of getting my revenge on those who abused "legal" ways of enhancing their ability's.
And so i came back, but not as CCleaner anymore, he died, died long ago struck down by macro 2-handers, the one who returned was niluK, mentally scarred man, twisted, devoid of emotions, with only one goal, to bring those 2-handers on the brink of madness, shooting them just a little bit out of their range while they hopelessly are trying to catch him, watching them screaming in agony on chat, seeking justice in a form of nerf. Unfortunately the madness didn't stop there, once 2-handers were hunted down, they turned to Archers desperately trying to counter me.
Needless to say...the fight is still on and it will last until last server of cRPG goes off
Story of my life, had to share it somewhere, now I feel better