KONG could rule the sphere.
Nozomi did!
He took a KONG bigman to Mount Tryhard.
There was nothing left to conquer, the sphere was his.
But Nozomi is dead. His empire is gone.
And so we live in evil days.
The free men of KONG have turned on each other,
instead of their proper enemies, those who envy all KONG has done.
Nozomi must weep, if the dead weep.
I will weep in his place, but I will also hope.
The sphere turns. What was may come again.
The Fates still spin the web of men's lives.
So now, perhaps the golds wish KONG to be great again.
Perhaps a new Nozomi will take up the sword,
bring order where there is chaos,
remake the world of men into a better place...
perhaps.