The Three Kings

The Three Kings

The Beginning to a End

**A ork slams the glass of alcohal on the table. His skin thick and studded "This drek is not cool, what the hell are we gonna do chummers. We need somebody." A troll interupts the ork quickly "What we need is firepower." The gang starts chattering loud before a elf joins in "We have firepower, we have man power. You all have forgot our leader is dead, we need to find out who killed him." The gang begins to chatter away throwing up suspect 'Smoking Aces, Sinners, Locos, 5th St Helligans'. A human larger in size and muscle with a very unigue looking obvious cyberarm stands up yanking the trigger to a sawed off shotgun. Blowing a hole in the roof gets everybodys attention as they stop. "Now as it is my duty to step up as leader, it is my duty to make sure we don't loose our heads. Scan!" He looks around "We will find who kiiled Fernado, we will smite them." The whole gang looks up with wide eyes, a charismatic young leader. "My people, men of Three Kings. The history of this day will be written in blood. By crushing the armies of our enemies, by siecing the weapons they though to turn against us, we were fighting for our very existance. Look how far we have come!" THe human throws his arm in the air as the small gang roughly 20-30 just in the room alone cheers. "But if there are those who would deny us peace, the we will release such terrible vengence to such generations unborn…will cry out in anguish!" The gang cheers even louder now, going wild and popping a few shots off in the air inside the abandoned building.

The whole place gets quite again, the human soon starts pacing "The enemy may shatter our bodies. But they cannot break our spirit." The human syas outloud in a soft tone. "Even now, they advance on our blocks, our corners and alleys. To sees by force what they cannot claim by force, they cannot imagine what awaits them." The gang watches the human as he continues. We will smite our invaders from the skys, while they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter. Never again will we cowar before them, never again endure there opression, never again endure there tryanny." The gang cheers as the human gets louder, yelling over the voices of the many who wave gun and fists in air. "We will strike without warning, without mercy! Fighting as one hand…one heart, one soul. We will shatter there dreams and haunt there nightmares. Drenching our city with there blood!" As the human speeks he slowly raises his gun in the air. "And as our last breath tears at there lungs, as we rise again from the ruins of our city!" He pauses for a second allowing a deep breath onto the crowd "They will know…the Warzone…belongs to the Three Kings." THe crowd cheers loud shooting gun off in air, bullets hail the roofs and the crowd begins to rampage and revolt outside. **

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