The hooded figure steps in top of the highest point he could find in the street. He figured he must inform everyone of the change that is going to be happening in the future. The change that will be putting a smile on most peoples faces.

"Hello everyone,

Many of you probably don't know who I am. I am a man who has had an encounter with Godfather Disorder. I went to his home today in the beautiful Las Vegas, to inform him of his future and I think it is fair that it should be shared with the wonderful people it is going to affect.

Disorder, I am now talking directly to you.

'Hi Disorder ,

I don't believe we have personally met. I am Marty. You did however know some of my ancestors very well. I am here today in your presence to inform you of a plan. A plan that is going to change the way that things are done in this thing of ours...

As I am sure you may very well know, you are not a very well liked man Disorder. Maybe more disliked than what you think. There are a group of individuals that are going to be doing something about this in your future and you will not be able to stop them.

The plan has already begun. Don't believe me? Neither did Prati..

There is only so far we can go in life Disorder, unfortunately it doesn't last forever.

Who am I you must be wondering.. You could call me a prophet, a prophecy or maybe even your guardian demon. One thing you must know is my family tree has had a very close past with you. We have known you. We have owned you. We are currently seeing your every move, and it is going to come to an end.

One thing I am going to ask of you Disorder, is to keep the other 10 very close. You wouldn't want to give any of your loyal and trusted crew a reason to act early would you.

You will be hunted.

You will be slain.

A new world order will rise once again.

Soon I am going to receive a bullet in which I will then leave this land. But I will return to meet your kin and address him of his future.

I wish you well in the life you have left Disorder.

The plan has begun and you will be done.'

Thank you everyone for your time. Have a wonderful day and future."

The hooded figure disappears within a blink of an eye.

JoeKing listened from afar to what Marty had to say, and he wondered why a person of such young age was willing to come out to the streets and directly threaten one of the most powerful and influential people in the country. In Joe's mind, this was a death wish and certainly at the end of his speech, the speaker himself acknowledged this, so Joe was expecting to read the newspaper the next day of a young man found dead.

"What a shame..." He mumbled. As he turned around to see someone laughing so hard he seemed like a maniac.

"DanGleeballs! I'm very glad to see you here, let me introduce myself, my name is JoeKing, I serve in Summerlin, Las Vegas as the Underboss of Godfather Angy, great pleasure to meet you. Anyways, did you hear what that guy said? I thought he was joking at first, maybe someone with a mental illness but, he seemed to be in his five senses and didn't stutter at all. What do you think the purpose of this was? Certainly he had a motive for this."

I would personally like to thank Captain Obvious Marty for stating the, well obvious.

Life doesn't last for ever.

So Marty, bow down, kiss my feet, and I'll thank you with my sword. Who knows, might even make a knight out of you. Unless I miss and chop your head off. We'll see how it goes.

You gotta kill MonsterHair and Orange too I mean common where is our standards!!

I actually quite like him. Staggering given my thoughts on Northeners

He's gonna kill and slay him?

That's preeeetty bad...

Disorder damn sun.. Cloaked figures that know you well. your end is coming eh? Fuckit man. lol

Well, if that isn't one of the most cordial threats I have ever heard...the poetry is a nice touch. I'm sure old Disorder will be quaking in his boots.

I hope I get a sweet poem before I die, too.

How do I go about requesting one?

This looks weak af. 

Outkast startles awake from an apparent nap upon his now familiar lamp post. It had been a long morning distributing flyers for his Godfather, and he kind of welcomed the screeching of a mad man, as he still had a few flyers to be rid of...

Talking to no one in particular...Did the short bus crash, or did the loony bin have a shortage of guards today? Hell, all this week it seems the crazies are out in force. Folks are just running through the streets screaming at people that aren't there, and talking about this flyer or that, that most of us passerby have not seen or read.

Realizing he was becoming one of those crazies he just chastised, he grumbles, picks himself up off of his lamp post, and resumes handing out the remaining flyers in his possession.

Sw1tch was walking through the streets when he noticed, well heard, a familar sound. The sound of ANOTHER person trying to get their 15 mins of fame at the expense of Disorder. So he stopped and listened to this "speech" which began to sound like very other he had heard since arriving in Las Vegas a few days ago. These "speeches" where like car crashes, you should look away, pretend it never happened but no matter how hard you tried you could not. While he listened he noticed a flyer on the ground, probably from Outkast, whom he had seen handing them out. He reached down and picked it up.

"Remove the warning labels from the stupid and look what happens..."

With that said Sw1tch, with flyer in hand, resumed his walk and wondered what else would happen. How long it would take for someone else to wander back to the streets for their "15 mins" at the expense of Disorder or anyone else.

Is this Marty McFly? You wish us a wonderful future, have you gone back to the future Marty? Is this underground group run by a doomed auto maker?

I agree to some points on what the late Marty said. Nothing lasts forever. Even his so called New Order will have it's end too. You don't need to be a prophet to know that. I started in this kind of life knowing that one day I can get a bullet on my head. It does not matter if I get it today, tomorrow or after a year....what matters to me is how I conduct myself in doing my daily business and how I am helping in my crew. Death will have to worry about itself.

This is great. Textbook work from young Marty here. I'm no stranger to this kind of affection. The various theories and threats that people come to me with, are often highly amusing. It tickles me. Still, as the majority of the community won't be quite as used to it as I am, I've taken the liberty of translating the letter to me, so you can all understand it's comedic value a little better.

'Hi Disorder (Hello person I wish I was),

I don't believe we have personally met (I've been under appreciated by you in the past. You've spurned my affection. I was unable to gain your respect or trust.). I am Marty (I'm not Marty/You possibly know who I am and consider me a minor irritant/You probably don't know who I am because I'm utterly insignificant). You did however know some of my ancestors very well (But I'm too scared to say who in case they are proved to be the total trivialities they were). I am here today in your presence to inform you of a plan (To make an empty threat). A plan that is going to change the way that things are done in this thing of ours...(A plan that will change absolutely fuck all, ever. Regardless of who sits at the top table)

As I am sure you may very well know, you are not a very well liked man Disorder (Massive news. Heartbreaking stuff). Maybe more disliked than what you think (The tidal waves of depressing revelation just keep coming). There are a group of individuals that are going to be doing something about this in your future and you will not be able to stop them (There are a group of individuals sitting in Club WA and private coffee shops, making the same unoriginal plans with the same old theories, telling each other the same lies, believing their own brand of stupidity is intelligence, and won't cause their terrible plan to end in catastrophic failure.)

The plan has already begun. Don't believe me? Neither did Prati.. (I'll use opportunism here to try and take credit for one person you know very well shooting another person you know very well, for very well documented reasons.)

There is only so far we can go in life Disorder, unfortunately it doesn't last forever. (Penetrating insight here! Along with circles being round, water being denser than air and gravity being the principal opponent of human flight.)

Who am I you must be wondering.. ( I really hope you are wondering but fear the truth is probably that you care more about who discarded the empty crisp packet you saw on the street earlier) You could call me a prophet (You won't. Because I'm not one), a prophecy or maybe even your guardian demon (or maybe even a  cretin who shows himself incapable of constructing a single threatening sentence). One thing you must know is my family tree has had a very close past with you (But not close enough for you to keep me close or alive or care about me after I died. So not close at all really. Why don't you like me? waaaaa!). We have known you (We wish we had but haven't really). We have owned you (We haven't. In fact we've failed to make any impact what so ever on you). We are currently seeing your every move (We see nothing but do a lot of enthusiastic guess-work and enjoy calling unsubstantiated rumor, fact), and it is going to come to an end (More punchy truth).

One thing I am going to ask of you Disorder, is to keep the other 10 very close. You wouldn't want to give any of your loyal and trusted crew a reason to act early would you (We desperately hope someone else significant, does something unexpected so we can come out and try to take credit for that too.)

You will be hunted. (We will continue to get irrationally excited when we see you in locals).

You will be slain. (It has to happen sooner or later, right? I mean, I really hope someone kills me at some point. I can't imagine anything worse than living forever. That would be fucking horrible.)

A new world order will rise once again. (A contradiction in terms here but given the shambles that is the rest of the mail, lets not sweat the small stuff)

Soon I am going to receive a bullet in which I will then leave this land. But I will return to meet your kin and address him of his future. (I will continue to bravely make threats from anonymous places and suicide repeatedly rather than try and carry out any of my threats or stand to answer for any of the adolescent nonsense I insist on spouting.)

I wish you well in the life you have left Disorder. (Thanks man.)

The plan has begun and you will be done.' (Alright. Good luck!)

Thank you everyone for your time. Have a wonderful day and future."

Walking past the gentleman being vocal about the life and disrespecting a sitting Godfather. Boobie_Clark pauses in his steps astonished by the level of stupidity. He pulls his cantine from his backpack and takes a sip before commenting.

I'm rather new to this life. And I mean no disrespect when I say, I don't agree with every decision being made. But being the second from my family to live life in this thing of ours, my cousin explained that whoever from the family walks the line automatically accepts death. IF! We make it to that rare air status, remember the air is thin up there and the real work begins.

So to speak on someone else's demise, rather eloquently I might add. Lacks luster and is actually damaging to your blood line for us thats new to this. I hope you and your coharts see past your anguish and remember one life should never damage linage.

Boobie takes another sip and proceeded to the airport.

Marty seemed like a man who knew shit, clearly their bloodline have similar views after listening to his speech.

"Disorder is a man whose bloodline is know for the repetitive ways we are currently experiencing,  he should have been shot down the minute he went bold, I more than welcome the day when he has been slain so myself or more satisfying and my son can take a dump inside his coffin, use his clothing as toilet paper and urinate in his mouth as if it was a toilet."

Sometimes people take things way too far over the top, and Mr. Already, today, that person is you. I get it, you don't like Godfather Disorder. But to be that vile and disgusting and to say the things you are saying, well, it shows you to be a young child in mind, and perhaps in body as well.

Vivian walked to the edge of the street, looked back at the Idiot called KillDisorderAlready and shook her head. She helped he would check himself into a sanitarium, to get the help he needed.