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When the School system got hold of this Great warrior they forced him to be educated, interacting with smaller and weaker mortals the warrior was only getting stronger from the weaklings. Striving to be better every day, he was taught one more skill that added him in several ways. He was taught the age-old art of kicking a round ball around with other mortals, this game we call, Soccer. Soccer brought many new skills to this young warrior’s technique, incorporating his ruthlessness into soccer. It was not long after he started soccer; he found new ways to bring his enemies down. Foul play plagued this young conqueror's mind and it was growing stronger every day. Amongst the wild acts of violence there were many slams to the body witch resulted in a mere red card; the warrior laughed at the red cards. Some games were fine, but to the warrior a game with out a sword, is merely child’s play. A day without blood, is a day without sunshine. The day that ended this all was a sad day indeed, twas a great blow to the power of Crom in this warrior. Twas at the age of sixteen the warrior’s reign of terror over the American Youth Soccer Organization ended. It all happened one bleak winter day, the pitch was perfect, but the wind was blowing in the wrong directions. Was the doings of some kind of magic force that started the whole field war? People were losing limbs left and right; the young warrior thankfully had his sword with him. His sword felt many a poor souls neck with such fury and forces that heads rolled when the mortals made the wrong step. After the blood soaked into the field, and the bodies were dragged off into a pile that only the flies would go near. The men in charge found the young warrior guilty of an offense so bad, that he was banned for life.
With the coming of the New Year, the young warrior was becoming a man in his own right. Mastering the sword and learning to use his wits more than his foot. Soccer was a thing of the past and a new opportunity to excel would propose it self. With the influx of the device called the computer. Came new thoughts into the young warriors mind. He knew he could master this device! With all the other things he has mastered, this would surely be an easy skill. Years past and the young warrior meet other mortals equal to him. These mortals knew the power of Crom, and they would stand tall next to the warrior in his greatest time of need, whenever that be. Whilst in these shackles tied down by the evil power the School system, the young warrior was not a ladies man. He was a timid creature and not very adept with the other gender. The only thoughts of women were through his young days, as a conqueror of many towns and villages.
When it twas time for the warrior to be come a man there was a great celebration in his name. Sure there were other mortals there but that celebration was in his name, Bret Traven Watkins. All the other mortals bowed to his power and great codpiece and praised the warrior for finally beating the school system with his bare fists and wits. Sadly for the warrior, his days of childish raping and pillaging were over. The Watkins Clan thought long and hard about their decision to send the young warrior off the College. College was the final frontier for this warrior. The warrior Bret Traven has a fruitful life of raping and pillaging, and when College has loosened its strong grip upon the warrior. He shall move on to the next stage of his life.
GRADE RECIEVED: A
