I'm a solo pvper - and damn good at my job. It all began years ago. In the line of duty, me and my partner were chasing down a mysterious solo pvper in WH space. With one fatal blow he hit my partner with an alpha strike so hard, it blew up his computer. I could see peices of his body strewn about his computer room on skype. I could tell he was dead straight off IRL. Before I could hit F1, I was hit by lightning and bitten by a cobra IRL. I blacked out. I saw images of ancient Genos Occidere temples and solo pvp monks, mastering the art of solo. There was an ancient prophecy, about a new form of solo pvp so powerful, only one man could master it. The chosen one. When I woke up, I saw the solo pvp master f1 approaching me. I could feel my body mutate into some solo pvp freak of nature. His last words to me were "You! Are the chosen one!". I instapopped his hurricane in my rifter. I decided from that day I would devote my life to fighting blob. I became SOLO FURY