Maktane stared not speaking. He stood hands clenched tightly. "Why would any of you want to know my story." He looked at both of them, "All you guys think I am is a no good PKer..." He fell to his knees, "That's what everyone thinks." He slammed his fist into the ground. He quietly started to speak, "My parents died in a plane crash when I was only 5, I had 3 siblings that bought the game and convinced me to get it. They were part of the front lines. They all died 2 hours ago..." Tears dropped from his face. "I couldn't save them, because I was to busy killing people so I could stay alive..."