Ode to Cybie "The Twist" LiveVideo part 3.0

CHAPTER 3 : FOR EVERY END THERE IS A NEW BEGINING.

Dark shadows and times had fallen over the promised land, after all the commotion a assassination was attempted on The Most Evil One, a great amount of mystery was involved around the death of this man.......

2 Days ago...

Footsteps can be heard in the back alley leading back to the apartment, probably another resident, in the hallway approaching the elevator a cat is enjoying a recent victory, thank god, another one of those critters gone.

While the key slides into the lock, senses trigger something is not right, it was a long day, a bed sounds awful good now.

As the front door closes a flash of light blinds everything, a loud noise causes the ears to beep nothing can be seen nothing can be heard.

Not long after the fire department and police arrive, fire under control sir no bodies found inside.

What had happened to The Most Evil Man, blown towards the ground heavy damage was sustained, pulse weak, low blood, heart failure seemed inevitable, Evil booted up his wall-mart mobile defibrillator just before the last pulse it kicks in...

Self surgery and intense revalidation healed all wounds.

2 Months later...

Stronger then before Most Evil Man was back.

After entering "the construct" and loading up armor and weapons he went to the oracle she said take this cookie from ChefJay by the time you finished it you will feel better, the live video building was heavily secured, this would be a dangerous mission.

Therogue had spent too much time on some internet info and a useless external hard drive, the IT section was on the first floor, this would be easy.

Stealth was required this guy had a big mouth many claims, too much hypocritical thoughts, and a clear mental disorder, a danger to society, was it not this was a person of habit, very predictable, clueless as he was always in a fantasy world, it took not much effort to empty the content of syringe in the neck veins, fast silent and deadly, a lethal cocktail you would not want to order.

The IT room lead to the second floor, a quick re con revealed 3 targets, dumb brutes although they would be no match the quantity of them required a planned assault.

A grenade blew them up, death was quick, upon inspection there blood and brain covered dog tags said, Captain, Jack and TheBoon, yipikajee motherfuckers.

Trough the hallways certain pawns where encountered, foolish mercenariness working on there own agenda, deployed from computer-de-solutions, a fake company with no customers used as a cover in an ATTEMPT to cause shit.

The dead nobodies where disposed fast, the teams dog tags read, copypastefag, pappabuzzesforbrain and some Mexican cadaver.

Floor 3...

The heat was going down, rockets and bullets came from almost every direction, casualties everywhere, bla bla many dead it was now or never the fourth flour the admins kept enforcing there Nazi tactics on the people, bullet proof glass heavy armor and resistance was to be expected ... bla bla

boom ... pow ... slap ... batman ...

some crazy psychopathic woman from the reception desk thought she would get LUCKY, the alcohol, pills, and lack of intercourse had made this depressed wrack gone mental, as she attempted to make a phone call, before being able to hit the call button it was too late, she dropped to the floor, Game Over Bitch.

Nothing but corpses left on the fourth floor.

Oh lordi lord what a mess, if they only had used email things could have been different.

One floor left, there where it all would end.

As the elevator doors opened it became clear there was going to be a slight barrier remaining, there seemed to be another room inside the main room creating a barrier in achieving the final goal....


Only one door seems to gain entry to the second room from this side, surprisingly it is open and unguarded, massive powerlines seem to enter from the ground.


Inside a shady figure can be seen on the phone, he seems to be arguing with his girlfriend that he does not spend enough time to her, you always behind your screens, trying to bombard clueless people with electronic stimuly in order to feed your ego and desire to be found important.
so much power you waste in things you barely use or merely utilize for looks, it is pathetic, and a waste, mother nature will regurgitate you back up when buried.

His obsession with ip adresses made him totaly unaware of what he was facing, blocking random ip's for no apparent reason and being a 2faced fagner, he was yelling out loud apparently at some forum MY IP! MY IP!, the obsession became too much now was the time, a quick look around the room seemed to be of not much use, until a glimmering? (shiny) caught my attention, a screwdriver as the tip swiftly made it's entrance into the spinal cord, the body twitched a few times before the eternal dark sets in.

The door to the next room is locked, almost looks sealed, as my eye suddenly spots a tape recorder, upon pressing play a man introduces himself as jigsaw says it is all a game and sacrifices have to be made to redeem yourself, Cherish Life are the final words as nothing else but static remains on the tape.

While BarBrawllin is destroying all data centers, some horribly saw style event is taking place involving much blood body parts and twisted games.

boom ... pow ... slap ... holy shit ...

They meet up over the too many screens dude's corpse as the door finally opened, at the end of the massive room there he was, the chair began to rotate, Brad Greenspan and his goons...

bla bla a long conversation follows back and forth, hell breaks loose

boom ... pow ... bitch slap ... wham ... nanananana ... cybie ...

Al the goons are mascaraed an epic final standoff brad is facing his weapon towards the Evil Man, the cock spans ban, ..... *click* no more bullets.

The Most Evil Man drops his pants releases a deep growl and forces his light saber trough greenspans body, exciting the mouth no organ has survived the searing laser.