OK

You think your life is **** ? Kids these days crying too much... they don't get enough trauma, that's the problem. Let me tell you a story:



I grew up in the street where there was trouble everyday. I started in Germany, moving, wall painting, construction work with Turks, crashing with the Kurds. I came out of nowhere, place that's not even in the map, in West I learned what is real life. Here I got refined, I learned my craft, i told to myself: I'm gonna make it. I found better job, worked little 'door by door', i wasn't choosing clientele, I was accepting anyone. Thugs made me, when I went to Frankfurt, to drive them to the bank with a stocking on my head. I did some time in jail for that, f*ck it, I was kid, stabbed everyone who tread on me. I used to do it to set the example, to gain name and respect, because older told me that's how it goes. When I was released, they called me from the Service, to do some small job, they gave me new passport - my picture, but other name is written. They didn't say anything except where I should go. From Hamburg with ferry I went to Stockholm, nazis and nationalists i killed them all. They told me: keep all that you stole. Clubs at night, I was spending a lot. Friends gathered, all from ex USSR. The war was raging there, but here we all had golden watches. Then the Service fell apart, but our group didn't. Down there poverty, and to us here party. We went via Zurich all the way to French Riviera. We liked very much Cartier's jewelry stores. Rich foreigner women caught our eye, they all, one by one, wanted to try real men. We all young sportsmen, tattoos, scars, with long hairs, didn't forgive them. Later we robbed them, then pimped for franks. We were keeping them all, don't ask me cousin. You won't believe it, we had a snack in Ritz, in the middle of my bite my cellphone ring, I almost choked. I see +7 , maybe my mother needs me, or someone from my family? Who is calling me in the middle of the meal? When some unfamiliar voice says: You know who's here, stop playing around while we fight here. Pack your bags immediately and tomorrow be here. Don't mess with us so we don't make a problem. I knew who was that, I packed as quick as I could, it's been fifteen years that I haven't been there. I hoped to see my family. But that didn't happen, there i was in the middle of Chechnya, with a rank and crew, armored jeep, all according to the order, I didn't ask anything. I didn't touch anything except little of household appliances. All kind of crap we were loading into trucks. When I came to Moscow i was watching everyone sullenly, all those city idlers I had put in order in no time. Little imposters and slobbers that play tough guys, a crow from the ground can poke their butts. And it wasn't hard to take all from them. That's my life, I don't know differently. This city and country I have never loved, i lived here just because i had to. Everything here is for sale, and you see, that's what I liked. For really little money you can buy everything that's ruined. Companies and people, i gained reputation as well, receptions, parades, cocktails, embassies. I was paying clients, opposition and others, billboards, advertising, tours, campaigns. I have built few churches to ease my conscience. After everything I've been through, I have troubles to fall asleep at night. But during the day i drink, make a line of white powder here and then, just little, to relax, i am not addicted. But I hear everything, what i am supposed to and what I'm not. Crime and politics? There you have trouble. The ones I was supporting think they're getting little now, and they were frightened i knew everything about them. An investigation started about my business. They were looking for me, but they didn't find me. I didn't wait for them, but I didn't go far, down to the sea, where 'hand takes care of hand'. There is no extradition, or however it is said, i am free like a seagull here, they can look for me forever. And so i and my people who were hiding me were sitting on the shore, laughing, talking, ate some lobsters, and you won't believe it - again my cell phone rings. Good old voice that haunt me for years, Says: We found you again, you can't escape us. Choose what you find dearer : collaborator or deceased? It cut me alive, i wasn't expecting it. It wasn't easy to make a choice. But f*ck it, what to do, everyone protect their ass. I packed my bags, returned, confessed everything in court, and old friends, all one by one, i betrayed. I expected the worse, that this time i almost got a stroke. But again, luckily, life surprised me. Thing that I didn't expect happened. Clean past, clean conscience, i have nothing to regret. It is good that here people really have bad memory. Now i have a new contract, and i fund some others, and as far as i can see cousin, i will last for a very long time.

Nice wall of text

Written by Khal.eesi, 28.04.2016 at 04:06

Written by Guest, 28.04.2016 at 04:02

Written by Khal.eesi, 28.04.2016 at 04:00

Khal out.

omg u were so badass in the first episode of got ! true mother of dragons

not seen the new ones, if you SPOIL it, i swear to god (allah) im gonna send albanians in your house!

Myrcella dies

Written by Darkmace, 25.04.2016 at 20:31

Hey man sorry to see you delete your account (even if it's temporary). Don't listen to some these guys in the comments, they are just trying to look for anything funny to say because they feel they gain some sort of popularity/fame in the community- you shouldn't be pressured to reveal personal information that you are uncomfortable sharing.

Hope everything works out and you find a way to cope with your issue, may it be with atWar, other game(s), sports, or friends. Thanks for being a friendly player when I was first new to forums and being a positive member of the atWar community.

Take care man, and best of luck.

Dark summed up what I had to say

Written by Al Fappino, 29.04.2016 at 18:33

Written by Khal.eesi, 28.04.2016 at 04:06

Written by Guest, 28.04.2016 at 04:02

Written by Khal.eesi, 28.04.2016 at 04:00

Khal out.

omg u were so badass in the first episode of got ! true mother of dragons

not seen the new ones, if you SPOIL it, i swear to god (allah) im gonna send albanians in your house!

Myrcella dies

Everybody dies

Written by Skanderbeg, 29.04.2016 at 17:41

You think your life is **** ? Kids these days crying too much... they don't get enough trauma, that's the problem. Let me tell you a story:



I grew up in the street where there was trouble everyday. I started in Germany, moving, wall painting, construction work with Turks, crashing with the Kurds. I came out of nowhere, place that's not even in the map, in West I learned what is real life. Here I got refined, I learned my craft, i told to myself: I'm gonna make it. I found better job, worked little 'door by door', i wasn't choosing clientele, I was accepting anyone. Thugs made me, when I went to Frankfurt, to drive them to the bank with a stocking on my head. I did some time in jail for that, f*ck it, I was kid, stabbed everyone who tread on me. I used to do it to set the example, to gain name and respect, because older told me that's how it goes. When I was released, they called me from the Service, to do some small job, they gave me new passport - my picture, but other name is written. They didn't say anything except where I should go. From Hamburg with ferry I went to Stockholm, nazis and nationalists i killed them all. They told me: keep all that you stole. Clubs at night, I was spending a lot. Friends gathered, all from ex USSR. The war was raging there, but here we all had golden watches. Then the Service fell apart, but our group didn't. Down there poverty, and to us here party. We went via Zurich all the way to French Riviera. We liked very much Cartier's jewelry stores. Rich foreigner women caught our eye, they all, one by one, wanted to try real men. We all young sportsmen, tattoos, scars, with long hairs, didn't forgive them. Later we robbed them, then pimped for franks. We were keeping them all, don't ask me cousin. You won't believe it, we had a snack in Ritz, in the middle of my bite my cellphone ring, I almost choked. I see +7 , maybe my mother needs me, or someone from my family? Who is calling me in the middle of the meal? When some unfamiliar voice says: You know who's here, stop playing around while we fight here. Pack your bags immediately and tomorrow be here. Don't mess with us so we don't make a problem. I knew who was that, I packed as quick as I could, it's been fifteen years that I haven't been there. I hoped to see my family. But that didn't happen, there i was in the middle of Chechnya, with a rank and crew, armored jeep, all according to the order, I didn't ask anything. I didn't touch anything except little of household appliances. All kind of crap we were loading into trucks. When I came to Moscow i was watching everyone sullenly, all those city idlers I had put in order in no time. Little imposters and slobbers that play tough guys, a crow from the ground can poke their butts. And it wasn't hard to take all from them. That's my life, I don't know differently. This city and country I have never loved, i lived here just because i had to. Everything here is for sale, and you see, that's what I liked. For really little money you can buy everything that's ruined. Companies and people, i gained reputation as well, receptions, parades, cocktails, embassies. I was paying clients, opposition and others, billboards, advertising, tours, campaigns. I have built few churches to ease my conscience. After everything I've been through, I have troubles to fall asleep at night. But during the day i drink, make a line of white powder here and then, just little, to relax, i am not addicted. But I hear everything, what i am supposed to and what I'm not. Crime and politics? There you have trouble. The ones I was supporting think they're getting little now, and they were frightened i knew everything about them. An investigation started about my business. They were looking for me, but they didn't find me. I didn't wait for them, but I didn't go far, down to the sea, where 'hand takes care of hand'. There is no extradition, or however it is said, i am free like a seagull here, they can look for me forever. And so i and my people who were hiding me were sitting on the shore, laughing, talking, ate some lobsters, and you won't believe it - again my cell phone rings. Good old voice that haunt me for years, Says: We found you again, you can't escape us. Choose what you find dearer : collaborator or deceased? It cut me alive, i wasn't expecting it. It wasn't easy to make a choice. But f*ck it, what to do, everyone protect their ass. I packed my bags, returned, confessed everything in court, and old friends, all one by one, i betrayed. I expected the worse, that this time i almost got a stroke. But again, luckily, life surprised me. Thing that I didn't expect happened. Clean past, clean conscience, i have nothing to regret. It is good that here people really have bad memory. Now i have a new contract, and i fund some others, and as far as i can see cousin, i will last for a very long time.

lol,you were how i know history professor.

Written by Skanderbeg, 29.04.2016 at 17:41

You think your life is **** ? Kids these days crying too much... they don't get enough trauma, that's the problem. Let me tell you a story:



I grew up in the street where there was trouble everyday. I started in Germany, moving, wall painting, construction work with Turks, crashing with the Kurds. I came out of nowhere, place that's not even in the map, in West I learned what is real life. Here I got refined, I learned my craft, i told to myself: I'm gonna make it. I found better job, worked little 'door by door', i wasn't choosing clientele, I was accepting anyone. Thugs made me, when I went to Frankfurt, to drive them to the bank with a stocking on my head. I did some time in jail for that, f*ck it, I was kid, stabbed everyone who tread on me. I used to do it to set the example, to gain name and respect, because older told me that's how it goes. When I was released, they called me from the Service, to do some small job, they gave me new passport - my picture, but other name is written. They didn't say anything except where I should go. From Hamburg with ferry I went to Stockholm, nazis and nationalists i killed them all. They told me: keep all that you stole. Clubs at night, I was spending a lot. Friends gathered, all from ex USSR. The war was raging there, but here we all had golden watches. Then the Service fell apart, but our group didn't. Down there poverty, and to us here party. We went via Zurich all the way to French Riviera. We liked very much Cartier's jewelry stores. Rich foreigner women caught our eye, they all, one by one, wanted to try real men. We all young sportsmen, tattoos, scars, with long hairs, didn't forgive them. Later we robbed them, then pimped for franks. We were keeping them all, don't ask me cousin. You won't believe it, we had a snack in Ritz, in the middle of my bite my cellphone ring, I almost choked. I see +7 , maybe my mother needs me, or someone from my family? Who is calling me in the middle of the meal? When some unfamiliar voice says: You know who's here, stop playing around while we fight here. Pack your bags immediately and tomorrow be here. Don't mess with us so we don't make a problem. I knew who was that, I packed as quick as I could, it's been fifteen years that I haven't been there. I hoped to see my family. But that didn't happen, there i was in the middle of Chechnya, with a rank and crew, armored jeep, all according to the order, I didn't ask anything. I didn't touch anything except little of household appliances. All kind of crap we were loading into trucks. When I came to Moscow i was watching everyone sullenly, all those city idlers I had put in order in no time. Little imposters and slobbers that play tough guys, a crow from the ground can poke their butts. And it wasn't hard to take all from them. That's my life, I don't know differently. This city and country I have never loved, i lived here just because i had to. Everything here is for sale, and you see, that's what I liked. For really little money you can buy everything that's ruined. Companies and people, i gained reputation as well, receptions, parades, cocktails, embassies. I was paying clients, opposition and others, billboards, advertising, tours, campaigns. I have built few churches to ease my conscience. After everything I've been through, I have troubles to fall asleep at night. But during the day i drink, make a line of white powder here and then, just little, to relax, i am not addicted. But I hear everything, what i am supposed to and what I'm not. Crime and politics? There you have trouble. The ones I was supporting think they're getting little now, and they were frightened i knew everything about them. An investigation started about my business. They were looking for me, but they didn't find me. I didn't wait for them, but I didn't go far, down to the sea, where 'hand takes care of hand'. There is no extradition, or however it is said, i am free like a seagull here, they can look for me forever. And so i and my people who were hiding me were sitting on the shore, laughing, talking, ate some lobsters, and you won't believe it - again my cell phone rings. Good old voice that haunt me for years, Says: We found you again, you can't escape us. Choose what you find dearer : collaborator or deceased? It cut me alive, i wasn't expecting it. It wasn't easy to make a choice. But f*ck it, what to do, everyone protect their ass. I packed my bags, returned, confessed everything in court, and old friends, all one by one, i betrayed. I expected the worse, that this time i almost got a stroke. But again, luckily, life surprised me. Thing that I didn't expect happened. Clean past, clean conscience, i have nothing to regret. It is good that here people really have bad memory. Now i have a new contract, and i fund some others, and as far as i can see cousin, i will last for a very long time.

What the fuck.