TG leaned back into his soft velvet chair, and watched the screen. He stared deeply at the UBL Committee Skype Chat and waited. TG was getting bored recently, a lack of evidence and when it did come through there was no action taken. He needed to UBL somebody. He needed to do something.

Suddenly a Skype Request came in, TG scrambled at his mouse.

"Who's this?" He mumbled.

56 has requested to add you as a contact

TG groaned, he thought it'd be something exciting. Not just another fake threat about how he was going to be DDoSed.

He didn't know why exactly he did, but he was bored.

He accepted the request, and nearly exactly after this he got a video call from " 56". TG lazily accepted and he saw the image of a figure shrouded in black.

"What is it this time Cyiclo? I'm busy." TG wasn't busy, but he wanted to look important.

A cold laugh came through TG's speakers.

"You have denied taking me off the ubl for too long. This is the final straw." The voice of Cyiclo echoed around TG's office.

"Ha, asshole, you don't scare me. DDoS my ass, you twat." TG laughed.

But Cyiclo's laugh was deeper and louder. The laugh made TG feel odd and powerless... he wanted to end the call, but he couldn't. Something about the dark mysteriousness of the room kept him drew in.

"Put your room light on already Cyiclo, no point in being spooky." TG nervously mocked..

"Ah, as you wish."

The room lit.

TG screamed and cried uncontrollably.

The dead body of Swyrnd sat in front of his monitor, her cold lifeless eyes staring back at him. Blood leaked from her mouth, slowly floating down those lips he once loved to kiss. One word was sliced into the side of her face, barely legible; but it was there.

UBL.

"I'll get you, yo-ou bastard!" TG yelled, salty tears running down his cheeks.

He ended the call. It was too much for him, he could never forget her eyes. The way they were there, but weren't. TG needed to get vengeance on Cyiclo.

And he knew how to make that son of a bitch pay.

Pimpossible's day started off funny, and he couldn't quite tell why it was funny. He got out of bed: normal. He had breakfast: normal. He got beaten near to death by a masked stranger: odd.

You see, Pimp was sitting eating his cereal when suddenly he got heard a noise. An explosion. TNT had just gone off.

He turned around to see half his house gone, a tall man smashing him with a strong stone sword and all his belongings being stolen. Pimp played dead, and laid on the floor. He couldn't tell who this man was that was taking all his stuff, but he didn't want him to kill him.

But why? Should somebody not be coming to his rescue around now? Pimp's head hurt and his body ached. Pimp's vision was blurry and began to wonder; who the heck was this man? Why was he doing this to him?

It felt like forever, but the masked man left. After five minutes of lying on the ground feeling pity for himself he decided to get up. He felt there should had been some response to what happened. Pimp groaned in pain before realizing he had a message directly from TG on his phone.

FIRST PERSON TO BRING CYICLO TO ME CONTROLS THE UBL.

Pimp thought for a moment. Could this message really cause the collapse of society? Are we all really monsters when it comes to power? The masked man had certainly shown something. Then Pimp thought. The offer applied to him, could he really control the UBL? Would he want to? What would he have to give to be able to?

His pondering was stopped when he heard a shout from outside.

"PIMP!"

Despite the pain, Pimp felt comforted by this voice. He knew it, and he felt safe for once.

"Oh man…" Pimp groaned, "thank god it's you, Fork."

"It's Spoon now ya know?" Fork stuck his tounge out, "so what happened to you?"

"Some dickhead. Stole my shit too."

Fork chucked a bright apple at Pimp, who gladly ate it and felt slightly better.

"So I'm guessing you know about that new deal from TG?" Fork winked.

"Are you suggesting we act on it?" Pimp pondered.

"Sure man, I've got Sep with me too. I feel that a team of three, really has a chance of making an impact." Fork said.

Despite the golden apple, Pimp still felt like shit. He saw houses burning and heard random screaming.

The city wasn't safe, but staying with Fork and Sep might be.

"Sure, buddy." Pimp nervously spoke, not sure if he was ready for what was ahead of him.

Kdidster took a deep gulp from the bottle. He chucked the empty container at the sink, and instead of landing in it, it shattered into many pieces. He stumbled over to the sink, and took a deep glance at the broken fragments of glass inside.

He bent forward, and was sick over the sink.

"Fecck..." He groaned, "I'll clean it up later..."

He fell onto his dirty sofa, and laid on the pizza boxes, the cans of beer and dirty magazines. He looked up at the lamp for a while, and when that didn't help him forget his life, he stared at his phone.

FIRST PERSON TO BRING CYICLO TO ME CONTROLS THE UBL.

Kdid jumped off the couch and fell onto the floor.

This was his chance, he could get rid of the assholes threatening to kick him out his house. Even better; free alcohol!

He made a call to an old friend, but he needed armour and weapons. And from that night with Scottish, he knew Pimp's house was filled with shit. He smirked for a moment, before grabbing a black mask; no one needed to lose respect towards him.

He laughed, before opening his front door. He grabbed a can of beer, laughed before taking a swig and walked down the empty road swinging his sword.

TG sat in his office.

He would get his revenge. Nobody could hurt his MG without him doing anything about it. He thought about what he would do to Cyiclo and for the first time in a while he smiled.

A smile so wide, you couldn't tell if it was happy or sad.