“Mike! Mike! What are you doing?” exlaimed bsh1
“I am jumping into this pit! I can’t deal with the pain of seeing my country crumble before my eyes. I hate this bsh! I hate feeling powerless,” answered Mike
“You can fight this! My god, you have the strongest military in the world!” “WYLTED QUIT!” interrupted Mike.
“He heard that RM was planning to talk with PACR about joining them, and he went to go and fight, and you know about their public feuds.”
“Mike, what about the island?” asked bsh1.
“You will lead this country,” replied Mike. “Make me proud.” Mike sends off his final salute to the Neklandian flag, and falls down into the pit of despair, never to be seen again. The King is Dead. I’m now the king of Neklandia, Bsh1 thinks he takes a long look in the pit and makes his way out to the crowd.
Eight bullets fired down onto the PACR Party HQ. Wylted was screaming “DIE!” after every shot before running away quickly. He sprinted down the thin alleys of Neklandia where he pulled out his burner phone and called the number with the contact saved as thett3. “I knew you would come crawling back,” thett3 chirped on the phone.
“It is not because of your cause you bitch ass hoe. RM is gonna join the PACR, that is too much power,” Wylted yelled.
“Whatever you say g.” thett3 replied. “I’m opening the door and yo ass better be inside.” Wylted ran and ran until he saw the spot he was directed to meet at. The door was open wide and he ran inside. “Run faster, you slow ass,” thett3 chirped.
Wylted climbed up the stairs to the lounge area. From there, he was met by an influx of people that came from America, but would not find the same success in Neklandia. There were only a couple of standouts. RessurgenceExFavilla was one that had found the most success on Neklandia. He started a farming business where he sold fresh avocados to the locals and planted enough so that one day, everyone could stop eating meat.
Right next to Resurgence was TheHammer. A businessman from America looking to do a trade deal with the Mongolians, many rumors say that he was the cause of the boat failure and was the scapegoat for the accident on the boat, since he had a strong love for Survivor. Many trade partners said he was “obsessed” with the show. He was cast out by society, but starting his resurgence.
There were many others that Wylted saw. Shab, spacetime, and the other people, lost their relevance because they tried swimming back to America, but failed, epicly.Wylted walks in to Dr.Franklin's office. Dr.Franklin turns his chair around as sees Wylted. He then just smiles. “So, my little minion thett3 got you to come on board,” DrFranklin laughed.
“It wasn’t your stupid fucking minion you little shit. Get yer head out of yer ass,” Wylted replied.
“But you came crawling back to my lair just to join me…”
“One more word and I will leave this and form my own party to take all of you out.” Wylted answered.
“You know I tease!” Franklin noted. “I want you to head our people in the fight vs the PACR SCUM!”
“Fuck PACR!” screamed Hammer!
“FUCK PACR!” joined Franklin.
“Anyway Wylted. I am telling my people to stand off vs non-supporters of our cause to declare war on all of PACR. I need a military general! I need you my son. Mike has just killed himself!” Franklin chimed in before changing the TV channel. Wylted looked at the TV and he saw the announcement bsh1 was making to the crowd. The king’s throne was vulnerable. Bsh1 could not contain the throne for long looking at the uprising going on. “I don’t know mate, this seems too tough right, now. l just quit my old job” Wylted stated.
“Well that’s fine, but RM just asked to be…”
“I ACCEPT THE OFFER!!!” screamed Wylted.
10 days later…
While the riots are taking place, many of the PACR supporters and leaders are fighting the other side as they torched down buildings. Wylted yells the barabaric code, and nearly all of the Institutionalists charge and attack the PACR army. They busted through enemy lines, and killed anyone that stood in their way. They were brutal with their fight, destroying buildings and taking out cars. They loaded bullets in their guns and fired, wearing blue masks and red gloves. They were ruthless.
This continued for 3 days. Brutal and heartbreaking. Malltops flung through the streets. The PACR Party continued with their fights no more. They went home after an awful 3 days worth of fighting and came away empty. The Institutionalists had shown the people who hid behind in the countryside who they were. They gained popularity, and it seemed that their cause was legit.
Speedrace woke up from bed and did his daily hygienetics before going up to look at the news. He knew what he would see and dreaded hearing about it. Once the news was finished he shuffled his way to the table, where the number RM gave him was sitting there on the table. Speed pulled out his phone and dialed the number. Without hesitation the phone was answered. “I knew you would call me back.” RM stated eerily,
“Be here tomorrow,” Speed said.
“Already planned on it.” RM replied.
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