The Epic Tale of Tony

 Once upon a time there was a child named Tony.


He enjoyed yelling at people older than him, and he could be abrasive. The adults tolerated him, and tried to guide his passions into more worthy persuits. Alas! Tony would not listen.

He ranted for eons about rallies, and troops, and eventually he lost his senses.

He decided to punish the worthy members of Team Karma. He devised an evil plan...


The plan was as follows...


Find a target far, far, far away, on the other side of the kingdom, and start a rally using only one troop. The auto joiners were added, and they went on a tour of the kingdom, led by a lone warrior who himself was lost.


This angered the members of the noble Team Karma, who, upon returning found their elite troops marching aimlessly


Upon discovering this evil plan, of which the child Tony was immensely proud. He drew attention to his brilliance. "look at me" he shouted, as the rallies marched, "look at how brilliant my plan is. The rubbish troops have gone. Now I will start an epic rally, and the world shall tremble in fear, and it shall know my name!"

Alas!

But he did not realise that his plan had annoyed the wrong people.

A noblewoman named Potato saw the humor in the situation, but she wrongly said it out loud. This gave him the courage to do it again (yeah I'm sorry guys. I'm an anarchist at heart. Sue me!)

The other big guns came in blazing, they put an end to Tony's games.

Tony was livid!

How dare anyone destroy his hard work? How dare they disband his carefully laid plans? 


Words were said, like arrows, penetrating Tony's tiny ego.


Tony dug his heels in. He insulted everyone and everything under the sun.


He practically dared our noble Ronard to exile him from Team Karma.

And exile him, he did.


Chapter II: Tony in KOK 


Hear the tale of Tony, once he joined the alliance known as KOK.


Tony seemed to have planned his exit, and had a place to land.


He ventured far, and arrived a their gates, seething from his unceremonious exile into the wilderness.


They received him well, and yet Tony discovered that the issues that plagued him continued to do so, for they were not isolated to the noble Team Karma, but a commonality among all groups. Tony seethe again. His rants epically rained down from the rafters. 


His words fell on deaf ears, for the overlords of KOK did not care to listen to the rants of a child.


Tony felt isolated. No one cared to listen to his pain. No one cared about his concerns. How could everyone be so blind? So stupid? How could they not see that a rally needs to be ONLY ******* ELITE? 


The overlords at KOK, annoyed by the angst of the child Tony swallowed their pride, and asked around if anyone had information on their newest problem 


Where did he come from? Alas! His name still carried the mark of his former clan. 


Anyhoo...

CHAPTER III: THE REGRETS OF TINY TONY 

Tony continued to rant, spamming the alliance chat with his diatribe. KOK could no longer tolerate such utter disrespect. Who is this child? And who gave him the microphone?


He angered the wrong person, the leader of KOK himself, the high and mighty (whatever his/her/their/they/them/attack helicopter name is).


He was immediately, and without preamble kicked from the ranks. 





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