Let me tell you the story about how Death Parsat came to be.
A long time ago (actually 80 years ago, but that's old enough for us), the Japanese came and swept through China, pillaging and raping. They occupied towns, taking maidens for their own pleasure and stealing food from the villagers. But were the Japanese the only people evil? No, there was evil on all sides. Chiang Kai-Shek, supposed defender of democracy, was nothing but a farce, kidnapping young men from their homes, some even children, to supply the Kuomintang with fresh men. One of these men, Treesong Li, was taken from his cousin and uncle who raised him as a father when Treesong's biological parents had perished.
In another village, it was liberated in a matter of speaking. There's a saying that goes, "Out of the frying pan and into the fire," and that's what happened when this village fell from Japanese hands to Communist hands. At first there was joy at seeing one's own countrymen, and their promises that prosperity would come. They told of times where all men would be equal, everyone would receive all they wanted from the government if their side won. It would be a utopia of the common man. They assigned the only literate man in the village, a traditional doctor, to be the village party leader.
Flash forward several years. The Japanese were overthrown, and the KMT fled to Taiwan after their own defeat in the Civil War. One of the escaping soldiers was Treesong Li, who would never see his homeland again.
Meanwhile, a man by the name of Mao proclaimed a socialist country, a communist one. And although they might not have been communist, they were socialist, definitely.
Everyone received an equal share of everything the government could furnish, which is to say, nothing. When Mao told everyone to make iron in their backyards, people slaved away in front of kilns, neglecting the crops. Those five years did not see rain, and millions starved, because worthless pig iron was inedible. Fields were bare of grass and trees stood naked and without bark, for the starving masses had stripped them bare.
Some didn't have the privilege of starving. Some had the privilege of starving and being persecuted as capitalists and imperialists. Those people and their descendants were forever cursed, left out of the socialist nightmare. Young people, molded by Mao into socialist firebrands, sought to destroy the past which had been marked by ideas such as competition, imperialism, and self-improvement. Under socialism there could be no identity, for everyone received the same share, regardless of their work.
Eventually Mao died. The generation of children during this time came to open their eyes to the effects of socialism, eventually growing up and leaving the country to others which years before they were told required liberation in a socialist fashion. Life was hard as struggling students, yes, but even then they experienced great joy in the midst of their hardship, unlike their forebears. In this atmosphere, Darth Parsat was born. In this atmosphere, Darth Parsat was imbued with the knowledge of his past and his mission.
When Darth Parsat honed his skills, he met a young man who walked in the red side of communism. This young man was naive, and had never experienced what the red side had done. Of course it was to be expected of an Italian, who couldn't keep a government for their life without some kind of backstabbing going on, socialist or not. And they had a duel in which both wielded strange and mystical powers. It left both of them scarred. Parsat was now pushed to the depths of the dark side of capitalism and free enterprise, becoming Darth Parsat, while the young man's scars prevented him from going back to his original power as a communist. But even today, they still do battle, each hoping to bring the other to the dark or red side.
