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Asked for a TF2 hat, gave me 12 bricks of pure Colombian cocaine.
Would reccomend.

I knew a guy. Norsko. 'The Rat', they called him. Rats run, but not Norsko. No, Norsko was a fighter. A good one.
First Uruk to send me to the grave, he was. I was young and foolish, testing my strength against whoever I could find. Then he appears, a name. The first one I've faced. Adrenaline pumping, I take him on. He's good, but I can match him. But then my inexperience starts to show. I'm surrounded. More captains show up. I thought I was invincible. Norsko showed me I was wrong.

A lot of promotions were handed out that day. Ranks changed hands. It's funny how a body can carry more weight when dead. Norsko got the brunt of the appraise and applause. He took a step forward, gloating the whole time. I didn't like that. At all.
I rose from the dead, blood boiling. I wanted revenge so badly. I hunted Norsko down and tried to kill him. Instead I found out how much revenge can cost.

I was slowly learning that Norsko got stronger everytime he killed me. More powerful in more than just rank. My determination to kill him never wavered and eventually I got my wish. It took time, another captain getting a lucky shot in, a lot of orc corpses and a few of my own but I did it. His power level was 9 and I made sure he never saw double digits first-hand. Norsko was no more.

Or so I thought.
Somehow, he didn't die. I was running free sometime later, already forgotten him when he attacked me. Suprise and shock were the brothers by my side as I read that dreaded name. I didn't understand it. It must be a error. So I decided to debug it and once again teach Norsko how much better off he was when his head departed his shoulders.

But it didn't end. He appeared again sometime after that. He was more powerful and had a poisoned mace. His presence certainly felt like poison. And his taunts always beat themselves into my skull. Norsko would not die, even when I killed him. This time he was better of us. I ran. Since then I could only watch as he lived on, bearing the scars of our history as his power increased. One day, there she stood. Mightiest of the captains yet not even a warchief. Power level 20.