Previously on "Ultra Dramacore"...

The UBL company disbands, leaving TG vulnerable to attack. He is assassinated by Sid. the leader of the Anti-UBL group, who attempts to take down Lewis, who is next in line for ownership of the town - however, Lewis has already left town to participate on "I'm a Miner... GET ME OUT OF HERE!", a reality show set in Australia. Meanwhile, a company known as 'Typhoon' is set up, but a fire destroys the building, killing Fork and leaving D4 missing. How will Lewis cope on a reality show with Sid hot on his tail? What caused the mysterious fire at Typhoon and where is D4? Find out in this exciting act of Ultra Dramacore!

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"You must've seen or heard something," the inspector scowled, throwing his fist down on the table as he spoke, rattling it slightly and filling the empty, brick room with the echoes, "a building does not just randomly burn down! Something happened to cause it to burn and you were the last one to be seen with one of the victims!"

Brick gulped, shaking his head, not as a response but in an attempt to shake away the memories of the fire, to forget what he had done to Fork. He had sacrificed a friend to save himself, and he would never forgive himself for that. "All I know is that one second... all was fine, the next there were screams in the hallway."

The inspector nodded, his face not matching it's movement, however, and still being locked in a disapproving scowl. "And what happened to Mr. What T Fork? Why couldn't he make his own way out of the building, hm? You claim to have had to carry him out but couldn't carry him much further..."

The accusation seemed clear to Brick and he soon realised there was going to be no way out of this. They wouldn't be able to sentence him without hard evidence, but who would believe that Fork knocked himself out and couldn't make his own way out of the building? Brick's reputation would be ruined. "He hit his head," Brick, practically, spat, "he was out cold."

"I see," the inspector replied, not changing his facial expressions in any way.

"Are you fucking me?" came the high pitched and jesus-like voice of StollazRaNd0mGuY.

Stollaz sat on a red, cushioned stool, propped up shabbily against a wooden desk. Along the desk, more stools perched each topped with another human. The desk was littered with glass cups, each filled with a putrid yellow liquid. Next to him, sat a blue man, coated in a... coat.

"I told you that Mindcool would win," grinned Shreddonia, reaching out his hand as he spoke, gently pulsing it, "that'll be 50 gold, Stollaz!"

Groaning, Stollaz reached in to his pocket and pulled out two small brown bags and placed them in to Shredd's hand. He had been so sure that CheckTheDraftCore (his favourite UHC team) would win the latest fixture against Mindcool and had gotten a bit crazy with betting - sod's law dictating that CheckTheDraftCore got hammered.

"How did you even think that they'd win?" Shredd laughed, not letting Stollaz's humiliation die before it had started, "I mean Mindcool have Blood fucking Stinger. What do CheckTheDraftCore have?"

Stollaz groaned, out of all the people to make a bet with. ALL THE PEOPLE.

"You do know that CheckTheDraftCore was simply a result of a mediocre singer using all of their money to form a team to look good for their reputation? It's not even a real team!" Shredd continued, his voice growing even more mockingly.

Stollaz did know that, but Shredd had muddled up the facts just a little. CheckTheDraftCore had been formed by Ellie Goulding winning on a game of Family Fortunes and realising that she had to donate the money to charity, so she created a sports team and donated it to them, then realised that they were getting a lot more publicity than she ever got so joined it herself.

"Hey, who did they get to replace TG for the team?" Shredd asked, his voice cracking slightly at the mention of their ex-almighty leader.

Stollaz shrugged, "I don't know about the team, but I've heard about who gets the ownership of the community..."

"Whoever kills Cyiclo, right?"

"Um, no."

"You wanted to see me," came the high pitched voice from the shadows, the smell of vegetables and tomatoes growing apparent as he spoke. On the other side of the mask of shadows stood another figure, slightly taller than the previous one.

"This is going exactly how I planned, TG's dead, Berg now has control of Lewis, the Anti-UBL Company is on their way to Australia, I have a perfect shot to take over," the voice laughed, through the obvious mask of a voice changer, "good job on all of your work - I think you successfully convinced the readers that you were a good guy!"

"Happy to he- SHIT WE'RE BEING WRITTEN ABOUT!"