We stood for over three years within the shadows.
My four man clan proceeded to do things beyond unfair.
The only way to soothe our thirst for entertainment was to hack and create havoc against innocent players.

It has been like this for three relentless years.

When we finally had thought that no one could halt our habits.
We pulled out of the shadows.
We couldn't enable ourselves to realize the amount of exposure around us.
Not realizing the difficult fact that some previous victims still had a watchful, vengeful eye on us.

When we popped out, we entered a state of hell and pressure in only a few days.
The attackers brought us threatening comments, and hazards, until the commotion headed to PSN.

My fellow clan-mates. Who are diligent, humorous, and even pointed. Knew that the only solution to break free from the chains of agony was to accept the mistakes and crimes we've committed to the gaming community.

The four of us were put into strict probation and completely kept our habits into a standstill.
As weeks go by, my clan-mates and I still contacted each other, laughed at our jokes, and kept a distance from the console.

After what seemed like a year, we simultaneously had an urge to continue our movement in ruining player's lives again.
One of my clan-mates. Named EquilibriumRen, thought that it wasn't our own minds that is causing us to feel the drive of hacking, it's the fact that we being together brings back memories of "fun" and "exciting" days which activates the pleasurable yearning.

All at once, we came to a consensus to disband the clan and say our farewells for the last time.

I'm sure myself that nobody will even notice this platoon page. For the obvious fact that it isn't even heard of.
But to anyone that will come across this webpage.
Take this partly unclear story quite seriously.
Hacking only builds up and promotes turbulence to yourself and the community around us.

~EquilibriumYu