-ACT ONE-

There was me, that is Ghostsyn, and my three droogs, that is Mars, Soice, and Kwak, and we sat in the Cixx Club Raki Bar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Cixx Club Raki Bar sold Rakiplus, raki mixed with a cocktail of Lyrica, LSD, or PCP, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

The bar was a haze of neon lights and cigarette smoke, the walls vibrating with a steady bass that seemed to seep into our bones. Ghostsyn, with his eyes gleaming from the Rakiplus, leaned back in his chair and glanced at his droogs. Mars, with his twitchy hands, Soice, the quiet thinker, and Kwak, always ready with a laugh. They were all keyed up, ready for whatever the night might bring.

Cut to an underpass, a gloomy and desolate place, where a lone figure, Tippy, lay sprawled in the tunnel, singing a haunting tune. His voice echoed eerily, blending with the distant sounds of the city.

"This is a certified notlieu classic Tell me what you want I ain't tryna be a nice guy Dirty cup with drugs and you know I paid a high price I feel disconnected, it's the WiFi Starin' at the sun It's such a bright light"

The shadows of the boys approached, elongated and menacing under the flickering streetlights.

"He wanna gamble with his life, he might die It's not my fault I'm Prada steppin' on this ice It might crack I know you don't have my back"

Ghostsyn's voiceover cut in, dripping with disdain.

"One thing I could never stand is to see a filthy, dirty old tippy, howling away at the filthy songs of his idols and going 'BRO', 'BRO' in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten head. I could never stand to see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real young like this one was."

The boys stopped in front of Tippy, who looked up at them with a mix of fear and defiance. They started clapping mockingly, their faces twisted with cruel amusement.

"Can you... can you spare some robux, me brothers?" Tippy's voice wavered, a plea for mercy in his eyes.

Without a word, Ghostsyn rammed his stick into Tippy's stomach, the force of the blow knocking the wind out of him. The boys erupted into laughter, their voices echoing off the concrete walls.

"Oh-hhh!!! Go on, do me in, you bastard scribos. I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this." Tippy gasped, clutching his midsection.

"Oh – and what's so stinking about it?" Ghostsyn taunted, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore. It's a stinking world because it lets the cissies get onto the femboys like you done. It's no world for a femboy anymore. What sort of a world is it at all? Kai Cenat? and children going to rizz parties and there's not no attention paid to earthly law and roblox no more."

Tippy started singing again, his voice quivering but defiant.

"You know I need one more chance Making your diamonds all dance-"

With a roar, Ghostsyn and his gang descended on Tippy, their sticks striking him repeatedly. They laughed gleefully, their faces contorted with savage joy. Mars, in a fit of excitement, shouted, "DUDE THIS IS JUST LIKE TEAM FORTRESS 2!" The brutal symphony of violence continued, the boys' laughter mingling with Tippy's pained cries.