[ WP ] It is the present day . However , no civilization on Earth ever progressed past the Tribal stage . You are a young Souix , who has stumbled upon what we would call a handgun .

`` Kneel.'' The elder spoke, his voice seemed almost devoid of life. 
 
 Malak knelt down, bowing his head at the elder with his hand outstretched as if to receive something. 
 
 `` There is not much time left for our people. I just hope you can preserve this artefact and prevent complete annihilation of our clan.'' The elder commanded, stern and unwavering. 
 
 `` Malak obeys.'' Malak acknowledged, receiving the artefact in his hands. The object was strange in it's shape, conforming to no known design to anyone. It had curves in random areas, with certain parts of it movable and certain parts not. There was just one hole in the long part of the artefact, but there does n't seem to be anything inside. 
 
 Suddenly, screams were heard outside the tent they were in. 
 
 `` You must leave. They are here.'' The elder quickly went to the entrance and lifted a bit of the tent's flap to see outside. 
 
 `` I will stay and fight!'' Malak rose. 
 
 `` Do not be stubborn, child.'' The elder went to get his staff. 
 
 `` I will distract them, take the artefact and run, run as-'' 
 
 **SPLAT** 
 
 Blood splashed onto Malak's face as the Elder's head was lobbed off by a great axe. Behind the axe was a brutish figure, clad in leather armour and war-paint. 
 
 `` There's one more here!'' The figure shouted. Two more appear behind him. 
 
 Malak stepped back. He had a duty, he had to fulfil his promise to the clan. The artefact. Was n't it said that it held amazing powers? Was n't it said to have protected the clan for generations? How can it be used?! 
 
 He fumbled with the artefact, pointing it at the 3 figures who was amused at his futile efforts to resist them. 
 
 `` It is useless, child. Kneel and we might include you as warriors of our glorious tribe'' The very first barbarian smirked, slowly approaching Malak. 
 
 **BANG** 
 
 A large spark sounded off from the artefact as the Barbarian leader's head exploded. 
 
 `` What is this?!'' the other two barbarians panicked. 
 
 *I've got it to work! * Malak screamed in ecstasy. Emulating the same fumbling he did, he pointed it at the other two. 
 
 **BANG. BANG. ** 
 
 The other two slumped down to the floor just as quickly. Malak rushed out of the tentage to more screams and fire, as the last of his clan was being slaughtered by more Barbarians. 
 
 Anger filled his head as he ran towards the Barbarians, pointing and activating the artefact every time he neared one. The Barbarians fell quickly, shock and fear quickly grasp what remained of the attacking horde, and what little survivors was left, fled. 
 
 That day a legend was born. 
 
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 Back at the tent, the head of the elder slowly reformed onto the body that was limp on the ground as blood seeped back into the body. The elder's face slowly contorted as his body shifted, revealing a handsome young man in green and gold garment. 
 
 `` Well that was predictable. `` He scoffed, walking out of the tent and looking at the surviving clansmen worship Malak. 
 
 `` Back to the drawing board I guess.'' He sighed. The handgun of infinite ammo was boring. Time to up his game. 
 
 He walked away from the clan grounds and took out another scroll from his garments. It was a blueprint. It read *Flamethrower of infinite gas*. Hmm.. this should be fun. 
 
 He took out a helmet with two long, curved horns protruding outwards and donned it, summoning his staff that had a bright blue crystal at the tip. 
 
 `` It's a shame that I am burdened with glorious purpose'' He smiled.
