The years was 197, if i remember correctly when General I, pulled out his sword and never returned it in a blood bathed battle at the field of L located in the northern kingdom of O; a place once called the land of tranquil without doubt altered by war V the third war of its kind which steered up every war hero of the land E; men who were said to have laid down the sword with all honor now had to pick it up. Many knew but few understood the cause because all that was said was T and H must be stopped before crossing the river E; a great river amongst it peers that guaranteed safety for any good or evil.

The General swung and swirled, docked and waved and the head of his enemies flew the A-axis while other the R-coordinate as the enemies demise piled up along the location M and my general's strength seems weakened, he stopped surrounded by dead enemies and scream the anthem of his homeland Y with is sword raised towards the moon while drawing his last breath with the statement escaping his lips "Peace unto my People".

Much respect, honour and admiration to all war heroes.

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