'was... After his victory...The Dark Lord celebrated with fine ales and multiple wenches...A celebration lasting until late in the evening....

Dawn May 31 in the year of our lord 1997...The Dark One's senses are pricked by something...He groggily sits up in his gold plated King Kev bed (the bed formerly owned by the warrior formerly known as King Kev) and looks around...

"What is wrong her?" the Dark One asks himself...He is suddenly uncomfortable and knows not why...As he looks around he cannot pinpoint his discomfort...there in the bed is one of King Kevs wenches (which the Dark One took as tribute)...on the floor are his new King Kev slippers (also taken in tribute) but something does not feel right...

Out of the corner of his eye he sees a tiny red dot moving along the wall near the King Kev Bed...Thats odd he thinks..."must of had too much ale at the celebration" he thinks...

Suddenly the head of his Dark Knight Quakey Bear is blown off by a silenced high powered rifle shot...."Holy Shit" the Dark One exclaims and dives for cover behind his King Kev bedside table...The wenches scream and flee screaming "TIS THE WARRIOR FORMERLY KNOWN AS KING KEV!!!!FEAR HIS WRATH!!!"

The Dark One searches for his weapons pack, but realizes the wenches had pulled it from him as they ripped his Armor Off...

The Dark one reaches into his King Kev Bedside Table and retrieves his night vision spotter scope...It is as they said...There was the Vanquished Warrior Kev in his Apartment across the parking lot with a silenced, laser sighted, team fortress sniper rifle...

The Dark One, trapped by his foolishness for allowing these wenches to trick him, cursed....."I shall destroy the Warrior formerly known as King Kev this time...(gulp)if i live!!!!"

Silenced rifle shots slammed into the wall all around him...Sniper Kev was keeping The Dark One pinned down....ping...ping...all around him 7.62 mm of death rained down...

The Dark One (now calm and into full battle mode) knew he must reach his pack if he was to live...He listened for the one sound that would allow him to reach his pack...Click...There it was...Sniper Kev had ejected his spent magazine and was slapping a fresh one in...The Dark One, from his days as the leader of a rag tag group of mercenaries, knew that it would take Sniper Kev 2.6 seconds to slap his new magazine in. The Dark One dove for his pack...While Sniper Kev watched in horrified amazement....

The Dark One hoisted his pack and brought to task his trusty rocket launcher..."Time to finish this!!!" he exclaimed.

As he spun around to launch fiery death into the apartment of Sniper Kev...He came face-to-barrel with a silenced, laser sighted, team fortress sniper rifle...Sniper Kev had sprinted across the parking lot and was inside the Dark One's bedroom (this is my story afterall...snipers can run very fast when they want to...I won't go into detail about Sniper Kevs use of his grappling hook...as this information is classified)

There the two closely matched warriors stood...The Dark One with a red dot between his eyes and Sniper Kev with a rocket launcher pointed at his chest...

"A real Mexican standoff, eh Amigo??" said Sniper Kev..."If you fire the blowback will kill you as well" "And" the Dark One added "If you fire, my trigger finger will instinctively twitch killing you as well!!!"

Slowly Sniper Kev backed towards the window, maintaing his bead on the Dark One..."I hearby challenge you...tonight...immediatley following Bodhisattva's slaughter of Lord Azrael...Sniper Kev barked....

"I accept your challenge!!!" the Dark One icily replied...With a nod, Sniper Kev lightly jumped onto the window sill and was gone.

The Dark One slumped into the King Kev LazyBoy and popped open his first pale ale of the day and wept......

~ Property of the WadAsian High Council

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