Since Lucas insisted, I'll write down some of my adventures and such through the years as a warlord. Not sure why actually, maybe as documentation of something, of perhaps to leave people a good read as something to remember me by. Nevertheless, here I am, up, smoking a cigarette on top, boven of the barracks and writing a journal as the other people in my unit sleep.
Well, I suppose we shall start from the beginning here. My name? Most people call me Fawkes if they know what's good for them, but my name is Ivan Hong. Yeah, I'm like Mongolian and Polish of something, if the records from the orphanage...
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