The Samurai and The Banners

 Now hear the tale of Samurai, burner of banners, a minor pain in the otherwise perfection of Team Karma.

Once upon a time, there was a Samurai. He spoke a language known but by a few, and he enjoyed butting into the conversations of others, often without understanding what they were talking about. This often resulted in annoyance to some of the more prolific members. The derailment of multiple threads of conversation, so carefully cultivated into chaotic perfection, was cause for consternation. 

Samurai had but a few interests. He enjoyed hunting the "black leopard", and the "white lion", except he wasn't strong enough to head those rallies himself, so he relied on asking others to start them, often yelling at the top of his lungs for someone to start a rally. He seemed frustrated when the rallies were unsuccessful, although, I'm not sure I understand why. 

Samurai also had an unhealthy obsession with banners. He looked at the map, and imagined burning them all, just for funsies. He attacked a few, to test the reactions of the other alliances,for illogical reasons known only to himself. He was satisfied when he saw them reacting to his taunts, like an ant's nest when you pour water on it.

He was warned again and again to stop being an antagonistic little pick, but he would not listen. Several members explained patiently, and he'd feign understanding, while on the inside he seethed. He looked at the map and saw the banners, blowing in the wind, and all he wanted was to destroy them all.

One day, he decided to experiment. He left the grounds of Team Karma, he slipped out of the hive like a thief in the night, and he started his own alliance. His goal was to take a building. Any building, Armory, Builder's Guild, Armory... Whatever he could get his hands on. He started a one man machine, and soon realised that it isn't as easy as it seemed. An alliance is a team. An alliance is strength in numbers. An alliance is a chain forged in fire, unbreakable. It also needs a shit ton of resources for tech research. 

What could an alliance of one man do against the might of the big ones? Barely a gnat resting upon the butt cheek of an elephant, and just as the elephant doesn't feel or acknowledge the gnat, no one saw or acknowledged him. 

He came back, unwilling to discuss his adventure. He was cagey and unwilling to share. At the time, the noble Team Karma had an open door policy. One could exit and enter at will. This has since been remedied since the untimely visit of one known as Krazy Bones. 

The legend comes to a head when Samurai decided to test his theory again, this time against TTs (yes, that's their very serious name, and not to be confused with a shapely woman's assets). 

Once again, he poured water over the ant's nest. His excuse was that he wanted to know how strong they are. (I'm as baffled as everyone else.)

Frustration was running high, he was trying to enlist another player to initiate a hit against TTs. 

The strong men and women of Team Karma didn't show restraint. They unleashed upon the Samurai. Words were said. Our fearless leader, the noble Ivar cast him out into the cold, and then followed with some extremely powerful attacks. Multiple attacks from many members left the Samurai baffled, confused and hurt. 

Samurai lost his troops, his friends, and his dignity, all over a TT banner. 

Don't be a Samurai. Respect the banners of our friends and foes. 

One day, maybe we'll lay waste to the kingdom as a unit. 💪🏻