When warriors go to college they meet a culture shock, not ready for the horrors of the world that lays before them. This is a story of a lonly knight who decided to go to school in his down time. Yet when he left the massive battle fields of osw. Where kingdoms formed clans and fought sword to sword for countless days in a field of lazy spies and broken helms to a land of way to much beer and to many clubs that speak of things Charlie Sheen would blush at, this soul becomes lost. Outcasted, wondering from club to club, a familiar word is spoken. War. Ears perk up, eyes sharp to the task at hand. He fights they win, but something is off here. The club turns and everyone in this chatty club is kicked out. War forfeited. Confused by this he notice he is yet invited again to this club. Plunder war is what the call it, tis no war for a warrior. Weeks pass untill this knight finaly finds true war in the depths of pimp. From OSW to Pwar, the difference between home and college is overwelming, though there is still those nights, in the bottom of the bottle, do we find true war. And this drunken farmer to be smiles as the horn blows for battle.