A dimly lit night...

The squish, squish of your boots against the ground.
You think to yourself, a swamp? No...

A Feeling of dread and panic rushes over you as you realize it is not water soaking the ground beneath your feet, but blood.

As your eyes adjust more to the darkness, you can see bones scattered everywhere. What evil could have done this?
You then realize this is no ordinary foe you face. They must be the legendary, bloodthirsty killers whose only desire is to rid the world of other clans and mercenaries so that only they remain.

Evil warlords whose name is rarely spoken aloud, for fear they might hear you. We will speak of them here because this is their prefecture, their warren, their dominion - if you will.

The +ShadowKlan+

Their quest for absolute power has driven them to a state of near insanity. Highly intelligent, modern marvels of genetic engineering, these psychic super soldiers are deadly, indeed.

Never has there been a more formidable presence in the world of online gaming.
Loyalty, friendship, skill, psychic enhancements, behavior modification, modern weaponry, and only the best training is available to its members. No expense spared. T3 File servers and OC48 2.5 GBit yes you read that right, 2.5 GigaBit lines for communications and game servers.
Membership is limited. The trials are difficult. The Klan's vision is breath taking... literally..

Recruiting only the best of the best from all over the world, we stake our claim on the flesh AND souls of our opposition.
Who is our opposition you may ask? Everyone who has not undertaken the trials, the oath, the rites of passage. Anyone who is not a fellow Klansman, a brother so to speak.

WE have drawn the line in the sand. YOU have drawn the Ace of Spades.
Run! Run as fast as you can and don't look back! You try to hide but to no avail..

WE HAVE FOUND YOU!

You now lie on your back, drenched in blood. As you make peace with your god, the last image you see, is a horde of half human monsters tearing at your flesh and eating you alive. As they consume you, so they consume your power, what little there is.
Then.. An Ominous figure approaches and stands before you. You feel yourself slipping away, being pulled from the light into the darkness. It is the +DarkOne+, Overlord of the +ShadowKlan+. He has come for your soul..

As you slip into the dark nothingness that is to be your eternity, you ask your god, "Why?... Why me..?"
There is no answer.. Your God can't hear you now. You have been pulled into the dark place, the +ShadowKlan+ Prefecture.

Were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong gun? .. Na... We would have eaten you eventually.

"With Our Claws Dipped In Blood, We Ask Ourselves...

Was That Fun Or What?...Who's Next?"