This is the story, of how a lowly peasant, now by the name of @Smackd earned his name upon the rats.
There were gods once in the past. Mostly Norse and Greek which ruled the land, annihilating anything in their paths. @Smackd, the only person alive among the millions left who was strong enough to slay these gods and become a Campione. @Smackdran across streets of towns and begged for food from the city dwellers. They always replied with a "No, it's mine you filthy rat!" and he started to become unsure of himself. Before long he was scavenging out food from the bins and pickpocketing the rich who failed to check their pockets. He was a master at what he done.
Soon, on that day, it was evening and @Smackd felt tired, the dew on the grass settling in and the dense air surrounding him grew thin. He stood from his poorly-made cardboard box and began walking towards the park. Suddenly, a bang. Not any trash-can falling over or a gun being shot to ward off the rats, but what sounded to be a meteorite slamming to the ground at immense speeds... repeatedly. He swiped his head to the right, a shine in his eye as he sprinted towards the sound. @Smackd knew somewhere in his mind that he was powerful.
As he came up to the beast, a giant. It was @Ban152. His muscley body, giant forehead and fists of houses sheeted the area in a shadow. The atmosphere fell cold as @Smackdran up to the giant, preparing for a punch, but tripping over on a small rock, barely slapping the giant's toe.
The giant flew a hundred miles, its leg ripping apart from the impact as parts fall from the sky, blood splatters the nearby two towns and as the villagers around him watch, "Woah, he totally Smack'd that giant."
He was then on, called @Smackd to live on today, but now, too old to be called a Campione, as that is the past. Is now slapping cunts silly on an RSPS who think they're gods.