This story begins in the cold dark streets of the south common district.
The shops, roads and pavements were concrete except in patches where the cement
had worn away to the steel skin of the planet. The air was silent and haunting
lending to a feeling of emptiness and isolation. This void of noise was
periodically broken by gun shots, the screeching of tyres as cars raced off in
the distance and the screams of the helpless and suffering. Many of the shops
were derelict or in a major state of disrepair. In fact the only establishments
that were pristine were the pubs and betting shops as they were a few of the
places that still enjoyed an abundance of income. Many people could find few
joys on the Iron Earth, drinking and gambling provided some lost souls with
some satisfaction. There were many lost souls on this hell planet. This tale
features one such soul but you wouldn’t have to look far to find many similar
stories of men who have lost everything seeking a quick death, only to be
denied even that simple luxury. - Extract from The Tramp, Tales of the Iron Earth
InGame Nick : Ironearth
Level : 26
Age : 19
Class : Striker, Soul Fighter, Elementalist, Alchemist
Scroll : Jeet Kun Do and Muay Thai
Exocore : Heaven's Fist, Ninja Spirit, Thunder Charger, Fire Charger
I don't know how I would describe myself as a player. I think i'm just about okay maybe xD A tad clumbsy or something.... who knows. All I do know is I don't take this game too seriously and have a relaxed attitude towards most people. (Appart from cheats and people who are complaining all the time o.O)
I used to be in Fatality but left because they treated my friend badly and since then I've been stuck between FG and Xecution but I prefer smaller clans so if you'll have me I'll hang around here for a bit xD