The day had started out like any other, DylerTurden rounded up his some 200-500 men and hopelessly planned another attack bound to fail. His Weladare soldiers were no match for those of the other cities. This time the gang met up at Penry's Hub for a drink. At the bar, DylerTurden met his good friend DelpHesk and the two had an interesting conversation.

"The face so long why, DelpHesk?"

"Tired of answering foolish people's questions I am. Thinking of drinking myself to death."

DylerTurden thought about how miserable DelpHesk had been...How would he feel if he sat around day in day out answering questions?

"My friend, DelpHesk. End your own life why? How about this...Assist me tonight. Perhaps with your godlike powers, a victory I may have."

DelpHesk thought this through for awhile...DylerTurden COULD use my help, he thought.

"Help you I will, my friend."

The two laughed it up at their diabolical plan to end Wacklords Band as everyone knew it.

...

The Turden gang and DelpHesk all met up that very night in an alley not far away from Penry's Hub. The other mafiosi had no idea what was coming...They'd faced the Turden gang before...But never did they have a god on their side.

"Live like kings we will after this night." Turden assured his friend.

The Gang met the normal crews  in the middle of Squown Tare, Yew Nork.  Just before the battle started, the two forces were interrupted.

Some members of Moject Preyhem showed up.

Firm was the first to speak up.

"DelpHesk, you know our rules with interfering with those inferior to us. It is forbidden."

"Well, I'm tired of doing the same thing twenty-four-seven. If I must go back to helping others I'd rather die." DelpHesk said.

"Then so be it." SpebWider said as he fired a lighting bolt into DelpHesk, desintegrating anything that was left of his body.

"And Turden...You know better than to go to a God for help with these kinds of problems.."

DylerTurden didnt let Firm finish his sentence.

"If I am bound to a life of failure then I can no longer stay in Lackwords Band." And with that, DylerTurden was gone in a flash. The  gods didnt even bother going after him.

...

"Chicago...The windy city..." DylerTurden had heard of the opposite world...Everything was so different than Lackwords Band...But if in Lackwords Band he was made to fail...Then in the alternate world he was destined to succeed.