Fanta was enjoying his drink in the bar along with his friends when he heard a commotion. Someone who appeared vey drunk was babbling and not making much sense. sense. While the security was dragging the man out Fanta tried to make sense of what he was saying. On trying very hard Fanta heard something on the lines of “War coming soon”, but Fanta wasn’t sure if he heard the man right. So, he turned to Transistor for confirmation. Fanta heard Transistor talking to aethersix about the security detail while giving the confirmation that they indeed heard a war was coming.

But the bigger question was When? Where? Why?

Nobody had an answer to those questions. Suddenly there was a loud noise which called out the death of Transistor and everyone panicked, except aethersix, who was more interested to know if he can keep Transistor’s stuff now that he was dead. Upon investigating, it was found Transistor was alive and well and he himself had spread this fake news as a joke. Needless to say, aethersix was not pleased.

Thinking of a joke Fanta tabled an idea, “how about we have a fake war right here in the bar?” Everyone liked the idea very much.

And so, the fake war with fake guns began.

Fanta shot Flippy in the eye and claimed it was a mistake.

Transistor shot and missed at aethersix.

aethersix shot Fanta, finally achieving his life long dream to murder innocent Fanta for absolutely no reason other than the fact that Fanta was more loved by the people.

With his dying breath Fanta managed to shoot aethersix in his penis.

After enjoying a few minutes of fake war, everyone went back to enjoying the drinks and talking. They started discussing what they needed to do in case this war was actually coming. Flippy asked if she should get her hair and nails done, to prepare for the war. Aethersix and Transistor agreed that a nicely groomed women was indeed a good look for a war. Transistor pointed out they just had their hair did too.

There were some questions raised by BulletToothTony about the identity of this man spreading the news of an impending war but nothing was certain. Suddenly that man ran back into the bar and everyone started questioning him about the details of war. The man could not tell anything and was dragged out again.

Being a warmonger Albino was more interested in hearing more about this war but sadly no more details could be taken out of this mysterious man. Meg comes out of the washroom having missed everything and upon being told this news Meg was disappointed to have missed all the fun.

The mystery remained and everyone went back to drinking and talking about other important things in life.

TipToeTimmy pulled himself up from the cold pavement, how dare someone throw him out of the bar for being too intoxicated. Wiping the worst of the dirt from his expensive suit he tried to enter the bar again. He needed to warn people that, "Thor", was coming. Having jostled his way back into the bar the other mobsters tried to question him but his drunken ramblings weren't coming across. They needed to know, "Thor", was coming, it had been long decreed and it was TipToeTimmy's duty to warn the people. He was left confused as the mobsters reached for guns and eyed each other suspiciously, before he could explain further he was once again thrown out of the bar landing heavily in a pile of trash. 

Swearing to himself he wiped garbage juice off his face and climbed unsteadily onto his feet. Well fuck them he thought, if they had no fear of the God of thunder then what hope did they have? Stumbling into the cold night he decided he'd best pop to the liquor store and buy himself a bottle of whiskey. Thor would be expecting gifts upon his arrival and TipToeTimmy knew better than angering the gods. 

Hera walked into the bar, and what did she see? A full-blown mess! People were waving sticks and squirting water guns like fancy weapons, pretending to fight. She gave one big eye-roll. "I leave the mortal realm for a few moments, and they're staging wars with imaginary weapons. What's next, a mythical karaoke contest?"

She approached Fanta, who was sipping on his drink like nothing unusual was happening. "What in Olympus is going on here?" Hera asked, eyeing the fake war participants.

Fanta looks at HERA who likes to pretend as if she is some goddess and tells her what was going on. He further tells her that one of his guys found out that the name of the guy who was blabbering is WarComing.

Fanta wanted to investigate the issue further as he was sure that there was more to this mystery than meets the eye.

Fanta puts his drink down and starts to leave the bar. On his way out he looks back at HERA and says

"Quit pretending to be a goddess and come back to reality will ya. Oh and "

Fanta leaves the bar and asks the men standing outside if they had seen where the man who was thrown out the bar a few mins ago went. One of the guys pointed Fanta in the direction WarComing went. Fanta quickly runs in that direction hoping to find the guy.

Fanta was running and screaming the guy's name while trying to catch up with him. Even after chasing after the man for a while Fanta was unable to locate this man. Tired, he sat on a bench to catch his breath suddenly he hears a bang. Fanta runs towards the sound and finds a man lying on the pavement face down. He was shot behind his head execution style. Fanta turns this guy around and finds out it is WarComing.

The mystery intensifies and Fanta grows more and more curious as to what was happening in this town.

War is always coming, Fanta.  What's more interesting is why haven't any Goombas been killed recently, and who tried to kill Jono

Hera, with a raised eyebrow, responded to Fanta's comment, "Oh, dear Fanta, if I were pretending to be a goddess, I'd have much better things to do than witness this chaotic spectacle. Mythical karaoke, perhaps? Now that's a contest I'd be interested in judging."

She glanced at the fake war participants and shook her head in disapproval. "And here I thought mortals couldn't come up with anything more absurd. Silly games aside, what's this about a certain WarComing? Sounds like a terrible name for a sitcom character."

Hera, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, couldn't let it go without a sassy comment, "Well, at least I don't pretend to be a refreshment at a summer picnic. No offense, but being a goddess beats being a fizzy beverage any day!"

She decided to follow Fanta as he left the bar, curious about the unfolding events. As they reached the location, finding the lifeless body of WarComing, Hera quipped, "Well, well, seems like our town has more going on than imaginary wars and water gun battles. This is turning out to be an interesting detective story, don't you think?"

Fanta looks back as HERA comes running behind and they both stand there numb wondering. They finally called the police and went back home. AA night of fun had turn into a night of mystery and death. For the next few days Fanta was visibly worried. He was calling on the police chief almost daily to know more about the case but there had been no breakthrough. It was as if the killer materialized out of thin air and vanished after the murder.

Soon the memory of the dreadful night began to fade and Fanta had to go to Detroit for a business meeting. While he was in Detroit he thought to himself how he has never been to the sister city that is Chicago. Fanta had heard a lot of good things about the bars in Chicago. So he decided that on his way back he will stop over in Chicago before finally heading home.

Upon reaching Chicago Fanta went straight to the best bar in town and ordered drinks. He liked the ambience and the drink was very good. Although he was enjoying his time in Chicago he could not shake this weird feeling he had about the place. Fanta tried to ignore it and enjoy his time there. Suddenly he heard gunshots and bodies started falling. He saw people of Streetfame's crew being killed in their own bar. Fanta had no idea who the shooters were but they were definitely pro at what they were doing. Fanta saw the shooters chase after Streetfame while gunning down his crew members. Suddenly a friendly face takes Fanta by hand and pulls him out of the bar. It was Ai_Hoshino who was enjoying themselves in the bar too and had seen what was happening. They both got into Ai_Hoshino's car and drove away as fast as they could from this mess.

Sadly not everyone made it out alive and on his way back Fanta heard the news that Streetfame was gunned down as well. His friend Japana had passed away too. With a heavy heart Fanta went back to New York but the whole way he was thinking about WarComing and how his words had come true. Maybe he was looking at us from down in hell and smiling knowing his prophecy has finally been fulfilled.

Days passed, and the town slowly forgot the awful night. In Chicago, Hera watched over her office, but then gunfire! Confused and scared, she followed the sound to a terrifying scene. People were hurt, some dying.

There, amidst the chaos, a face froze her blood- her husband! Streetfame lay injured, her shock fading into deep pain. Kneeling beside him, reality crashed down hard. This strong, vibrant man...

Hera, known for her control, crumbled. The city's noise faded, replaced by the cold truth: no one escapes death. Sirens wailed, a painful reminder of the brevity of life in the mortal realm.