Stepping out of The Hell Cooperative family headquarters Asylum takes a deep breath in. The untimely warmth during the late December season fills his lungs. Overcast skies settling in and blocking out the sun creates a light fog to lift in the morning.

My fellow family members, crime syndicates and Mafioso.

Asylum clears his throat.

Today across the six cities a horde of TylerDurdens crew members are coming to set fire to this world that we love. They'll be looting, destroying and possibly killing establishments that we've fought hard to build. I urge you all to take to the streets and ran gunfire down upon them until the smell of gunpowder fills your lungs to the point it courses through your blood.

Turning to McVadon Asylum smiles. Motioning to the bodyguards behind him McVadon knows what's expected.

Take to the airport, see that the ammunition gets dispersed across the six cities for todays purge my friend.

McVadon smiles and nods to Asylum. Turning to the streets Asylum pulls his 1911 from his back hidden beneath the vest he's wearing.

Death is in the air.

That's the queue! Surveil thought.

He lit up the imported fireworks he snatched from the local Chinese variety store and aimed to the sky having just the right angle for a picture perfect scene.

*Gun-powered strings Hisses.. 

The Hell Cooperative HQ building cleared up the morning haze with an extravagant fireworks display. It lasted for few seconds adding a much smoggy effect for Asylum and his BG's peerless walk to the streets. The BG's pulled up their fire arms as they follow their boss, looking for the first lucky Durden to swim with the fishes.

Honesty proceeded with killing the crew like nothing was hard. This was going as smooth as butter. Not, "I can't believe it's not butter," but actual, authentic butter that gives a man heart disease. It was going as smooth as a baby's bum. And boy, were these killings sweet. Sweeter than candies that give diabetes. As Honesty approached Asylum, a Durden cam running after Honesty and just like in a grainy black and white western movie, Honesty pulled a Colt 1908 out of his pants. The gun was tucked between his waist and his pants. He pulled it out and without looking at the Durden running towards him with a flyswatter on his side, Honesty shot the man right in between his eyebrows. He was foolish, everyone knows not to bring a flyswatter to a gun fight. Another came screaming at Honesty with a flame thrower and pressed the button and a huge ray of flame came bursting out of the flamethrower. Honesty ducked in a fashion

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and shot the Durden's body thrice. Honesty got up and walked towards Asylum, blowing the barrel of the colt like a cowboy would do.

"Thanks man, really appreciate how you brought these people over."

Honesty walked away in the most anti-climatic fashion after performing an incredible feat like this. Hmf. Even JackRuby couldn't pull this shit off. Eorati would be impressed of his pie loving, blueberry sniffing, maple syrup loving Canadian friend. 

Ilammo was awoken by the countless number of shots that was happening around his apartment. Annoyed that he was awoken an hour earlier, he dragged himself to the window only to witness a bloody gunfight happening right infront of his apartment. Instantly recognising the Durdens, he grabbed his Revolver that was right beside his bed and started unloading them on the unsuspecting durdens below him. 

Ilammo noticed that Honesty was too, fighting the durdens. Ilammo was amazed by his agility and dexterity on taking out that last one that was threatening him with a flamethrower. He seems to be showboating infront of Asylum and Ilammo could not resist the urge. As Honesty was walking away, looking somewhat smug at what he had just accomplished, Ilammo threw some eggs towards him. Only one managed to hit Honesty, but it landed right smack on his face. Ilammo chuckled and closed his window, hiding from sight as Honesty was enraged that he was hit by an egg. 

Honesty was walking away, proud of what he accomplished. After all, he had to be legendary. No normal person was able to pull off what he just did. "I think I want a burger now..." Honesty then turned slightly right to go take a bite when suddenly..... 

"What the fuck!?!? What the Hell is this?! Ew! It's all slimy and gross and oh, God, I think I'm gonna hurl."

There was a slimy substance covering his face and Honesty hated the feeling of all things slimy. He always imagined that this was the feeling of have slugs on your face. He wiped his face with his right hand and then wiped that one on his pants, then with the left hand and wiped that one too on his pants. His face felt sticky.

"HEY! WHO DID THAT!??!"

Honesty looked in front of him because since the egg hit his face, the person had to at least be in his 180 degree vision area. You can subtract at least 20 degrees, ten on each side, left and right, because hitting someone exactly perpendicular to them directly on their face was not possible. "My best hope would be someone facing directly at me. 90-45 degrees on each side is where I bet he's hiding. Still, just before Honesty starting searching for the culprit, he looked around and all he saw was darkness. However, it wasn't quiet. Shots rung out everywhere and was that a chainsaw? "Oh, boy, I gotta get me one of those." Honesty noticed a couple trees and a trash can. "Maybe he's hiding there. Fucking Durdens using eggs; what kind of group are they?!?! Honesty looked behind the trash can: nothing. Behind the first tree: nothing. The second: nothing. the third: nothing. Honesty went back to the starting point of where he was hit and tried this:

"I see you. What a bad hiding spot. Your leg is slightly giving you off by showing you where you are. Come out and the punishment will be less severe."

Ibarra was in the middle of hiding while the fighting was still out, he kept his 1911 hidden inside his coat, hidden by the hat that was used to his advantage in his darkness. He smirked slightly before he came up behind a Durden that was taking cover in the alleyway where was located, Ibarra straight came up behind him and said.

"Hey, your sense of awareness is pretty low, whoops."

He raised the 1911 straight to the durden's back and shot him straight in the spine as his body fell from the alleyway exposing his location, he stepped over the body, shaking his head and grinning at the same time. He looked around as shots ring out through the air and light the sky, he started walking off in another direction hoping to keep surprising the attention of other durdens.

The Durden war this day was just another day in this endless war with Tyler. Many have felt the pain of this bloodbath that has set forth the motion of death.  Death is in the air and although it is quiet at the moment, another day will come, the war WILL continue, and the Durdens will spawn again.