As everyone is being all annoying and shit, ATD comes out from the magical bushes and takes out his crossbow, aiming it at one of the many leaders in one of the many cities; he lets off a single shot, landing it right into the temple of Serotonin. Running away to his magical pixie, he flies back to his cloud to set up another attack on yet another of the shit-fest leaders.

Success! Dat Bum's Swimmin' Wit Da Fishes!

Some fucktarded idiot says out to the streets, but then ADTs fuckin' minions go all attack on his ass and eat him alive. Oh... what a sight.

"So, yeah, you guys better watch out, because I'm about to fuck some shit up." ADT says from the heavens like the mother bitchin' God that he is, before his goes back to watch some porn and plan out his next attack on the poor souls of MafiaLand.

Rogue pops up from where she had been sitting happily eatting a sandwhich.

Umm.. I think you might have not have pronounced your happy Success! correctly.. She giggles at the poor person who obviously has done a bit to much of his own drugs, seeing as he is running around trying to jump into the air to make it seem as if he's flying.

I have heard it correctly stated by a few I witnessed to say.. She pauses trying not to fall over in laughter at him as still runs around trying to fly and mumbling to himself about his magical pixie.

Success! Dat bum's swimmin with da fishes.

Oh well.. Just figured I would graciously correctly your grammar.Rogue sits back down happily alive on the bench she was sitting on and goes back to her sandwhich.

Daemon looks awkwardly at ATD.

"You either have your head in the clouds or you have completely lost it. Wake up, pal!"

Daemon chuckles at him and then his expression changes.

"I know a psychiatrist who has an office around that corner. I could get you a free appointment."

-Prophet- was walking down the streets hearing many opinions and totally and utterly confused by this crazy man.

After hearing what Daemon had said -Prophet- said, "Ugh... yeah i don't think a psychiatrist is enough i think this guy doesn't know that your meant to SELL! the drugs you buy and not take them yourself."

Serotonin was walking down the street when he heard the ramblings of some drunken high bum. He stopped, turned to look at him and began to laugh thinking he looked like someone he once knew.

"You're not still mad cause you weren't my number one fan are you? Keep it up tho and you will be." He said and began to laugh once more. "Flattery gets you everywhere. This has given you that golden title." Serotonin face gets red thinking of him in fact having a groupie. "You are my personal groupie I am so flattered!"

He walked away with a smile on his face eager to see where and when his groupie would pop up out of no where again.

TheSandman walks out and stands alongside Godfather Serotonin and shakes his hip flask and hears the liquid

Sero i dont think ive drank enough she said she killed you yet there you stand plain as day im confused... how come you get the crazy people i want some crazy people saying they killed me

TheSandman Sighs and takes a drink from his hipflask shrugs his shoulders and walks toward the bar for a refill

A whistling tune is herd from a distance, the sun set behind the hills and night falls over the street. Mr_Furley walks out from the shadows

Goodevening, whats all this mumbo jumbo of a magical god with fairies turned a drunk, drugged up groupie wacking Godfather Sero and crew?

Mr_Furley walks over to a bench takes out a cigar from his gold cigar case, lights the cigar and sits down to enjoy the entertainment 

Champ looks at the bodybag ADT was talking about. AFter seeing nmothing but air Champ looks at ADT as if he has gone mad.

The person you speak about is not there in fact they are standing next to me as we speak.