Once upon a time in a land not too far away, as it was in a backyard, a revolution began.
It wasn't just any regular revolution. Stars no, nothing so basic.
It was the beginning of the end.
Now, it was important to note that it had never been planned, nor had any of the participants ever thought it would go so far. It started as a simple argument between Tyrone and Tasha- they hadn't agreed on where the flag pole should be set up in the backyard. Tasha insisted that it should be by the slide, like an idiot, while Tyrone insisted that it should be in the middle of the yard- to avoid anyone running into it. Uniqua just wanted to stable the flags to the trees, but who cared about Uniqua's opinions.
Anyway, Austin was on Tasha's side, insisting that it was best by the slide. Pablo sided with Tyrone, mostly because he was being held at gun point to pick a side- he felt he'd be the least likely to be murdered if he chose Tyrone's side. Winks. Anyway, the argument lasted for at least three hours before the now separated groups left to their own new home bases. Tasha was simply not standing for the disrespect that Tyrone and Pablo had- who didn't want to agree with her blindly? She was the best! Austin knew it too! And with that, she began to make her own backyard pistols. It, of course, hadn't gone well because she had no clue what a gun was, or how to make one. Luckily for her, the local gun trader, Uniqua, was a neutral in this soon to be war.
For the small small price of both of her Kidneys', Tasha and Austin were now armed with guns.
On Tyrone's side, things were going a little less well. Or maybe they were going better, not for me to decide even though im writing this lmao. Anyway, his rampant paranoia led him to believe (rightly so) that Tasha and Austin were arming themselves, though with what who knew. And as such, his paranoia spiraled down to the point where he feared that they were making it into a chemical war. As such, he was preparing for the chemical warfare that would soon be taking over their backyard.
Pablo, being held hostage and forced to watch Tyrone create gas-masks and bio-weapons, had a glimpse of the future. In only a few minutes, he went through all the stages of grief, before cold hard acceptance fell over him. They were all about to die. All of them. And the other two? Who knew what sort of weapons of mass destruction they had! They were screwed! And as such, Pablo decided if he were to die- if they all were to die- then he would want to go down with a bang.
They all were going down with a bang.
When he was certain that Tyrone was too invested in making chemicals to care about what he did, Pablo began to make nuclear weapons. Through the night this chaos went on, and when the sun rose in the sky the next morning? Disaster was waiting to happen.
Morning eventually came. It wasn't a thing anyone was looking forward to, fear of the future hanging over all of them. The start of this war/revolution was soon to be sorted by whoever lived this gun fight.... or so they thought. As the afternoon sun hung in the sky Tasha and Austin made their appearance. Bearing guns, they aimed at the location of Tyrone's new hideout. The lack of reaction made them worried- but opening the door up to find out what was inside only brought horror to these weak ass hoes.
Tyrone was dead. Unused weapons lying around. And Pablo? He was missing.
But they didn't have to worry for long.
The end.
