Years ago in a time of brutal existance, certain uncertainty and lives filled with hunger, unfathomable pain and relentless suffering, lived valent combatants who bravely came to lift the spirits of the people. Displaying brilliant athletic prowess, they engaged in multiple styled battles to the delight of a public that had nothing else and no one else to believe in. They swung their swords and drew blood on their opponents not for a government...not for a crew, a set or a gang....not for a territory, a block or a corner. They did it for respect and a flag......not a flag bearing the name of a country, a state or an organization....but a flag representing their name...a flag symbolizing their true love...their family. These were the knights.
Centuries later, as the same pain, suffering and uncertainty live on, in a place called the Elm City.... which lies deep in the bowls of the Lost State ....lives a single knight. Training his swordplay in the confines of the Red Bunker.....found tucked away... hidden underneath his home... he watched and studied as the world around him crumbled and fell into a state of disarray and chaos... while swordsmen less talented failed to grasp a public which desperately needed a savior. Sick and tired of the greed... false prophets...and lack of skills throughout the land... he vowed to rise up in his family's name..wield his blade and conquer the overated champions one at a time.
Now....armed with only his sword...and accompanied by only his two trusted sons......Legacy....and....Siege.....he leaves the dark, damp safe haven of the Red Bunker...and steps out into the bright sunlight. The saga begins....The world shall know his name....He is........OskaS.
