Nannas vs The Team From the Bottom of the Ladder That Hung Around After Their Previous Game and One Traitor Nanna
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Many years ago during the Kamakura Shogunate a bunch of masterless samauri roamed the lands. They were greatly feared and destroyed all who came before them. The were known simply as the Nan-Na. None could match their strength, ferocity, belief in one another or wisdom. Despite their more aged years and against younger, more nimble opposition they continued to reign undefeated because they fought hard and they fought smart and they fought with a warrior’s spirit. A group of them were wandering through the forest one day. Kokyo; the katana master, Bigu Jimu; on the bo or staff and philosophical ponderment, Cha-Chinko; fast, furious and deadly with the shuriken, Gira: makes two nun-chukkas look like about fifty, Wongauri: sneaky little knives that you don’t really see coming, and Cocho; who could only really yell loudly. They were looking to fight a young band of samauri who thought they were something, but this young band of samauri got cold feet, and fled to Malaysia so as not to have to face the awesome firepower of the feared Nan-na. This disappointed the Nan-Na greatly, who were eager for battle, so when they found a bunch of trainee peasant stick fighters who had never successfully won a battle, already weakened from a bloody skirmish they thought they could have a little sport with them. The Nan-Na should have crushed them, but they were smote utterly. Even when the loser peasant farmers were reduced to four men after Bigu Jimu’s mighty bo smacked into the tibia one of the rag wearing share croppers, they still continued to womp the mighty Nan-Na. In the end the Nan-Na were humiliated and it was a fucking disgrace of the most highest and supreme order of magnitude.

There’s not much point dwelling on the why’s for too long. Treasonry and treachery obviously played a role. Gira, normally the most loyal and honourable of Nan-Na turned traitor and went and fought for the peasant stick fighters with bits of skin peeling off their faces, but that wasn’t the main reason that the Nan-Na ended up with the severed balls of their comrades stuffed in their mouths. No the Nan-Na got royally fucked by a bunch of hick losers with wooden teeth and scurvy because they did not commit. They went at it like a bunch of French dukes fresh from a Versaille orgy waving their distended cocks around like they owned the joint, failing to appreciate that you don’t own shit unless you put your fucking money on the table, and you have to put your fucking money on the table every fucking week. Because even a bunch of illiterate scum who eat rat fur have a couple of cents and if that’s more than you are willing to pay because you think it’s a done deal you’d better stand by to taste freshly lopped ball sac.