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Journal 6...
There I saw a man, his name being Xanaquan...the rekter of teams.
The teamslayer 3000, as I saw him lay waste to these unifications.
Him being outnumbered, I worried..as I fought him, and these teams...
I only knew there was one way to fight them back as I muttered the same words that saved us today.
"Xanaquan, wanna team?"
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And the next words he said, was the beginning of the destruction of these skrubs, their ganking, their tossing of men, ended after the one sentece of words he said in voice chat.
"Yeah, sure."
They talk of a new word, "team?" it spammed, it reigned over chat wherever I looked.
I thought of it as a sort of taboo, people who said this I disgraced upon...
When people react to this word, they seem to follow the person who first said it...
I don't know why, I don't know if it's sort of keyboard jacker...
And finally I realized it's meaning over a turmoil...
The bloodshed, the punchs, the blocks...
The ganks.
Journal 5...
They unify using playermodels I see, I don't know what this even means!
I kill the people using these models just for the fun of it, that's when it happend.
The amount of people jumping on me was numerous, they kept on hitting me from every direction, I flew like a frisbee, being caught and thrown over and over.
If I fell, they would hit again, if I got knocked down, they would sit on me.
I finally then saw...the hero.
Journal 1...
I walk into the territory, the fields of death surrond me..as when I walk upon the floor..my feet feel the blood splatters....
I keep on fighting off, enjoying the battle..for if I die..I will restore, it is all fine in this world I call...
"home."
Journal 2...
People begin banding together, targetting me when they can fight eachother...
This seems to be a advancement of technology I don't know of, I look closer in chat and they begin talking, voice-chatting..laughing...
I try to ignore this, but it seems it will become a problem later on, I target the people doing this..annoying them.
That's when it began....
Journal 3...
I see the words in chat being spammed "team?", it exerts fear into my hearts as I slowly go in curiosity of this formation of letters.
Is it a new meme? Is it off of the internet? I'll have to figure out as I delve deep into the meanings....