Just as the Darkened Regime made their way to the southern Zubets, meantime over at Mamlakat at an anything goes area. Despite all the carnage and all the violence done back at Zubets, Malakat the citizens were completely unaware that all that have happened. Settling down in the anything goes area, several heavy politicians all argued over various points, follow by separation between the rich and the poor divisions. Leading on the wealthy side of the division in Mamlakat, lies Talia Farrah within her business bureau building on the 50th floor of the CEO complex tower. Three economic category that separated Mamlakat: the poor division, the middle division, and the wealthy division. The poor suffered lack of food as they received very poor welfare and governmental aids. The middle class area received fair amount of governmental aids and supports. The wealthy they can survive fine.
With no little security within the poor division, theft and murders happened frequently. As Zahnrad continued to undergo strife and suffering. Each time divisions all at once argued about proper treatment as sometimes there be protesters along with demonstrated rallies over controversial things.
Enter Benjamin Jackson or BJ within the poor division of Mamlakat. Suffering poverty and partial needs. Moving through the streets seeing large groups of poor people loitering around alley, dead ends, and sitting on sidewalks. Being told to head over to a building in the secluded area he made his way there. Upon arrival to the location after covering 10 meters, seeing the run-down ghetto like building. Heading up to the slightly tilted door, he knocked on the door. One guy opened the door seeing Benjamin Jackson and smiled...
"Yo-yo what up nigger?" He said.
"Nothin much yo, I am here you sent me man." Benjamin replied. He head in.
"Yeah bro we have a small group meeting in the middle room. Right this way bro."
They walked 5 meters straight, turned left 3 meters, the right 5 meters, and then they made it to the room. Meeting about ten more members with that guy and Benjamin Jackson. They greeted and waved, giving the bro fists...
"Now listen up niggers, we have major issues. The foolish government Talia doesn't care about us the poor side. We are livin' in ghetto yo, and we want to survive. We shall start with the poor divisions. They have mechanics, shops, some businesses, and shows..."
Benjamin cleared his throat loudly trying to seek attention.
"Huh, yes BJ you alright, nigger?" The guy asked.
Benjamin made his way over...
"Yes nigger I am absolutely okay, I would like to make a speech bro." Benjamin stated.
"Sure sure bro go ahead man. Take the stage." He moved back.
"Ahem alright yo niggers, it's time that shall rise up and began a motherfuckin' movement. We will take actions against that bitch Talia Farrah and her wealthy side division. Like you said bro we shall capture several shops, stores, and such. I even wanted to capture a show. But anyways we shall began giving us nicknames all 12 of us total. For example I shall be nicked as Blackwing. Blackwing is my name, suitin' to my black skin color. Now for you guys.
Blackwig, Blackgold, Blackraid, Blackrock, Blackk, Blackstreet, Blackpop, Blackfree, Blackheat, Blackdred, and Blackwis.
Those are your clubby nicknames niggers, now we need to wait till nighttime so we can rob one of the unsecured gun store in the west." Blackwing said.
"Didn't you send those letters to Zubets, in hope to seek some help?" Blackgold asked.
"Ya bro I did nigger, wasted all of my money on gettin' the letters. So much efforts I am so damn pooped." Blackwing said.
"They goin' to take some long-ass time to reach here yo, so don't worry about any back-ups nigger." Blackwis said.
"I only got enough augs to head out to a cheap restaurant to eat in Mamlakat." Blackraid said.
"Me too nigger bro." Blackk said.
"Let's head out to eat then, as long as you pay for me too nigger." Blackwing said.
"Alright alright." Blackrock said.
They head out to the nearest restaurant to eat. Dining in they ordered and began digging after they bring their plates full of food enough for all to be fed. Blackwing looked around the area, seeing mocha-shade tishlis, orange skin tishlis, and white skin tishlis. Seeing few white-skin humans, and dark-brown baihus.
"Some ugly-ass brownies and white-chocolates." Blackwing thought to himself as he eats.
After they paid later, they ventured out through the streets of the poor divisions. Seeing large amount of homeless people gathered at the square of the small town. Wearing all shaggy ragged outfits. Seeing kids crying as several of other poor families struggled as they worked and went home with very little wages of augs.
The whole area of the poor poverty homeless, and weak populace of the division suffered as they continue to suffer. Blackwing and his black gangs all aware of the community's circumstances. Feeling bad for the whole population of the division, he decided that it's time to take actions...
"Dudes, yo guys-gangs niggers we got so many grievingly sufferin' peeps in this town. We gotta do somethin' bout this." Blackwing said.
"How I thought we are goin' to.."
"No, no man no, we ain't robbin' no poor man's gun stores. Instead we plan to work together y'all. Like brothers 'n' sisters. We are all goin' to unite as a poor-family's community and work our way up to pawning ' those government's assess. We gonna do somethin' to fix the city, I don't want to see this whole motherfuckin' crew suffer without homes or food." Blackwing said, interrupting Blackraid's speech.
He and his groups made their way, passing through the crowds to the central area. Blackwig, Blackgold, Blackraid, Blackrock, Blackk, Blackstreet, Blackpop, Blackfree, Blackheat, Blackdred, and Blackwis all gathered bunch of obstacles and constructed up a wide platform that function as a rally stage as they set it up at the wide space of land in front of the poor populace. Blackwing immediately head on up the platform. He loudly gave out a scream just to gain all eyeballs before a rap...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!!!!!
Boom-chhh-chhhh-choom-boom-ch-ch-ch-ch-choom. Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-choom. Yo-yo peeps gather around we gonna go wild. My name is Blackwing and we are a family! Born on Mamlakat, sufferin' from poverty and malnutrition. Strife are everywhere and people are cruel. We gonna make this neighborhood great and better and we need to ban together to success. Yay dawgs!" Blackwing paused there trying to rap as he danced around.
The suffering crowds looked all hopeful as they gathered to see what Blackwing have to say. Some smiled as Blackwing continued to rap out words randomly like a boss as the rest of his pals nodded their heads and feel the rapping beat helping out Blackwing for few lulls rapping for the poor audiences. While later, Blackwing then began to state his speech to the poor community...
"Yo-yo what up my brahs. I feel that we all deserved to be treated better. We blacks, whites, and oranges as a whole racial beings I want to take action and lead the community to a better place. I fuckin' believe it's the largely amount of white thugs in the wealthy lane's fault for our fuckin' struggles. Yeah y'all heard me bro, those whites. White wealthy fools, they aren't givin' any of us supports. Now it's times we proud motherfuckin' niggers to do somethin'. We are goin' to band together as an army of poor rebels and raid through the middle class folks all the way to their white asses. So who's with me?!" Blackwing rallied.
At first the crowds looked bit skeptical as they murmured to one another before Blackwis head up to join Blackwing and lay out several methods...
"Everyone listen-listen yo dawgs. Brah Blackwing's right. We want to live a better life and not be trash. We are goin' to strike every middle class businesses. All I need is any previous acts of VIP and their personal backgrounds. We are also going to threaten the small politicians and any other groups. Give me list of wealthy people so we can target them and reap their money off their asses." Blackwis said.
"There are 3 corporate buildings in the middle district area lead by one wealthy businessman. I have accidentally peeked at him having sex with a slut in his personal office before getting fired. Sigh I wish I can get that boss back for what he did to me and my life. Now I am screwed!
Then at a club I spotted the employer masturbating in her office.
Lastly I spotted a couple that owned a venue skinny-dipping in a pond. That's about it." One poor baihu said.
"I saw several politicians were gay making out in the conference room and I got fired for judging." A feichong said.
"Hold-up y'all do you have any photos and identities of them?" Blackwing asked.
They smiled and pulled out the snapshots taken from their hidden gears and passed it through the poor crowds before getting to Blackwing. Smiling as he views the sexually explicit detailed photos of the wealthy owners...
"Okay I know what to do, since there are no security here within the poor division of the town, we should take over the local cops and a political building. So we can pose as them and stir up possible delusions." Blackwing said.
The crowds murmurs in hesitation.
"So how are we going to own the cops?" One of the homeless touzulei asked.
"Convincing them head-on won't work." The homeless zhuque said.
"Hmmm if we have a research facility or shit we could drug 'em cops to serve us including the politicians hoes." Blackwing said.
"Actually there's is one, but it's small." The homeless human said.
"Doesn't matter we just need to band together as a whole one-family community. We are all employed whatsoever. I am your new boss homies, we are going to construct a very strong drugs that will forcefully convince those cops on our side and the politicians. Then we are going to threaten those people to give us money and better lives. Simple after that we are goin' to become multi-billionaires." Blackwing said.
The crowds then turned and murmured to each other before nodding as they shook hands as Blackwing continued to speech and rallied the whole poor communities to work altogether and become friends.
They improved the poor marketplace as several of the farmers successfully grew crops, some of the tailors brandished proper attires, and some are couriers exchanging messages. Blackwing and his groups all received proficient gangster-oriented attires along with light weapons. Heading over to the small print service and mailing place, Blackwing received just enough raw-blank letters and envelopes and black-ink pens to create messages.
Blackwing and his small gangs altogether committed series of volunteering work:
1)They helped the poor farmers with raising crops, tending every farm animals, and improved food qualities and quantities.
2)They hunt for materials for clothing- leather, fabrics, and wool. They also helped with sewing developing fashionable attires, hats, and sleeves for the poor.
3)They chopped down lumbers, mined for minerals or stones, and searched for rare materials for reinforcing buildings and improving town's threshold.
4)They cut more trees for the saw mills and paper mills to create papers and plank of woods. They volunteered working at the print and mailing services as Blackwing wanted to upgrade to black-colored envelopes and letters. As he smiled at the looks and the thickness of the paper. They helped load extra letters and envelops to each sacks into transporting thrumbines for the couriers that used service thrumbines. Along with a small traveling sacks for those on foot.
5)They helped out in the small research facility building, developing serums-concoctions. Drugs loaded in disguised of a large can filled with: Friend to Foe, Jerkyll, Mind Degrade, Memory Degrade, and Reflex Loss all at maximum strength.
6)Lastly Blackwing and his crew persuaded lots of the poor people to all dressed in black and taken pills that converted their appearance to be more of a dark-black skin tone color. Blackwing have created the Blackened Regime party community as he rose into dictator of his division.
"Alright yo niggers we are as one entire community! I am your leader, Blackwing and I will lead this side to a wealthier and a healthy world. We gonna kick some asses! Let's do this!" Blackwing rallied.
Every of his people cheered. Armed and ready with large quantities of the drugs made, the large sum of the formed Blackened Regime forces marched to the middle divisions area. Along the way Blackwing rapped series of songs as he and rest of the forces convinced successfully over 500,000 to 1,500,000 other poor folks to join their cause as they march.
"Boom-ch-ch-ch-boom-ch-ch-ch-boom-ch-ch-ch-ch-boom, uh yeah we gonna take the cops, we gonna own those politicians! We ain't playin' around anymore! We shall strive to become better stronger faster, we ain't playin' around no more. Wi-wi-wi-wicked! Uh-uh-uh-uh yeah bro we Blacks don't fuck around, we proud niggers will work our way up, become rich, kick those hoes down the gutter. Boom-ch-ch-ch-boom-ch-ch-ch-ch-coom. Word homie!" Blackwing rapped.
"That's fantastic yo." Blackwig said.
"Yeah beautiful, bro." Blackstreet said.
Blackwing smiled. "Rappin-slappin dawg."
They traveled through the rural areas, passing through trading district areas. Blackwing recruited 500 more followers to his cause. After 80 meters they arrived to the middle district area of Mamlakat with Blackwing and several of his members rapped to pass time. Seeing the fairly developed structures and half-wealthy looking folks, they passed by through the busy streets with thrumbines passing by and people walking around...
"We should drugged the cops, auto-mechanic shops, and politicians." Blackstreet said.
"Good idea, we shall capture them but also capture lots of photographers and grab yo hands on good technologies, we need to blend in with the crowds. So split up gangs." Blackwing said.
They nodded and immediately split up, all heading different ways. Blackwing walked alone traveling 30 meters, he arrived to a nearest local police station and headed inside. Several cops saw the young man holding 12 packs of the can disguised as coffee in cans...
"Hello what are you here for?" One of the white cops asked.
"Oh I am here to do my job, delivering drinks for the community. As a charity benefits." Blackwing said.
"Drinks? Since when did we request drinks?" The other cops asked in confusion.
"Just take and enjoy the drinks I worked hard and hardly ever get paid. This is the only thing I have committed. Come on, you all must be thirst after doing your duties in Mamlakat." Blackwing persuaded.
The cops looked at each other, shrugged, and decided to accepted it. Few of the higher-ups were friendly enough to pay total of 1,500 augs to him as he smiled, saluted to the cops, and accepted the augs as he left the police station.
Blackwing spotted several poor person and persuaded them with rapping methods as he danced around to convince them to join him. Traveling together Blackwing gave them canned drugs to spread and plagued the cities, splitting up.
Altogether the Blackened Regime members:
1)Successfully drugged over 50 to 100 of the local police stations and few roaming cops. Fallen under corruption serving the Black Regime factions.
2)They owned several about 30 to 90 of the auto-mechanic shops that works on thrumbines, robots, and certain gears. Drugging the workers to served Blackwing under his rapping wings.
3)After rallying more poor folks to serving Blackwing as loyal followers, they stolen over 30 thrumbines after drugging the owner and their friends into serving them, taking to 6 of the political bureau buildings. Posing as volunteering boy/girl scouts delivering free refreshments, they successfully convinced all the politicians to served Blackwing's causes. They did the same to another 6 political buildings.
4)They captured 10 standard venues doing print and mailing services plus drugging 30 additional couriers.
5)They captured 3 recovery buildings and pharmacy buildings. Making extra more drug concoctions.
6)The Blackened Regime rallied more 700 followers to join the forces as they rap through the cities. They owned 6 restaurant parlors, 30 public bars and night clubs, and 6 strip clubs. Generating some incomes for Blackwing and his members.
7)Lastly they owned 30 research facilities and robotic development facilities. Blackwing himself also drugged the employees doing artwork and photo-shoots.
With remaining drugs still remains they used them up against a large military base, drugging every of the soldiers to serve Blackwing's cause as he raps. The Blackened Regime community began growing at an alarming rate as they have owned enough venues to now support the poor divisions. Blackwing ordered the pharmacists to make more drugs and serums for the gangs. Radicalizing them all to becoming black-skinned folks all African-American based precinct. Once they are even more equipped with drugs and such they began marching through the streets. Continue posing as voluntary boy/girl scouts they successfully convinced 30 banks under Blackwing's orders, 30 social gathering parlors, and 30 to 90 blacksmiths. Lastly they used up every drugs and owned 20 medium-sized weapon stores.
Rapidly rising into power in the middle district as they are luckily not in trouble, corrupting majority of the populace, the Blackened Regime began to dressed up in fancier attires blending in with the rest of the crowds among the middle class. Working their way up to making survival amount of income as more drugs are being made in the process. After they are very well equipped with enough financial aids and survival, Blackwing ordered his regime to returned back to the poor divisions along with majority of the drugged-possessed workers. Blackwing then drugged the trade districts to get them to serve his cause, trading material/resources back and fourth.
They all arrived back to the poor divisions and immediately began improving the entire town.
Blackwig, Blackgold, Blackraid, Blackrock, Blackk, Blackstreet, Blackpop, Blackfree, Blackheat, Blackdred, Blackwis, Blackshine, Blacknon, Blackstrike, Blackshiner, Blacky, Blackmon, Blacklust, Blacklady, Blackmann, Blackbond, Blackblonde, Blackmistress, Blackdome, Blackdoom, Blackdae, Blackelf, Blackink, Blackpen, Blackworship, Blackagile, Blackdemon, Blackknight, Blacknight, Blackflow, Blacktube, Blackflower, Blackrose, Blackdaisy, Blackqueer, Blackqueen, Blackjack, Blackploy, Blackjoker, Blackjoke, Blackshrink, Blackplant, Blackgammon, Blackzap, Blackmig, Blackspace, Blacksun, Blackbooze, Blackpotty, Blackphoto, Blackpict, Blackgrotto, Blackvlad, Blackvader, Blackarmor, Blackbuff, Blacksword, Blacksuna, Blackcliff, Blackart, Blacksong, Blackrap, Blackrocky, Blackson, Blackduff, Blackbush, Blackski, Blackair, and every of the Blackened Regime altogether contributed hard to developed the entire poor town into well-structured wealthy looking complex buildings. With assistance of resources being delivered back and fourth. About 4 times lull later, they now have fair developed community, the entire Blackened Regime now living in the secluded clubhouse now into an armored fortified secret headquarter...
"Yo-yo bling bling niggers, well done homies well done. Our successful attempts to drugging the most of the middle classes are now on our sides, whoooooo weeee dawggy. I am proud to feel much better suited with better survival equipment." Blackk said.
"I know right, bro. I am indeed very happy that we have better stuff like the rich. Now we got income flowin' dawg." Blackstreet said.
"So what now, boss bro. What's the next step that we have the tools needed." Blackrock asked.
Blackwing turned to Blackwis, Blackwise, BM, BQ, Blackbond, Blackritz, Blackcrystal, Blackdiamond, Blackruby, Blackgem, and Blackintel. They immediately laid out the plans to target those people that the poor individualist have mentioned...
"We have confirmed photos of them all, so let's set the plans in motion." Blackwis said.
"Load up on the black mails and send out couriers, time to let them know that we have known their secrets. Muhahahaha." Blackwing said.
Soon thousands of zhuque couriers flew through the air loaded with threatening letters, delivering them to the targeted people over in the middle class near the wealthy borders. Bombing the designated areas with the black colored letters before returning back to the poor division. Moments later, several of the affected people that committed embarrassing things were blackmailed as they are aware. Reading the letters saying that they demanded over 5,000,000 augs or otherwise they will spill out their fetishes and such. To the affected blackmailed individuals, some were weak enough that they willing to cooperate. Some ripped the whole mail letters in pieces not buying the threats.
Blackwing eventually became rich as he received about 25,000,000 grand total of augs worth from the affected blackmailed targets. The others that chosen to not cooperate, Blackwing owning the police and the political he disclosed their entire secrets to them. He also made up lies on them saying they are criminals and have stolen valuables within Mamlakat. They cops arrived to their homes and arrested them all as Blackwing laughed and rapped his ass off to his people to celebrate.
Soon Blackwing began the epidemic blackmailing assault targeting very rich folks sending cloaking invisible spies to stalk and screenshot as well record on trinklets every personal fetishes and criminal acts. From seeing gay people, lesbians, illegal wrongdoings in discreet, and suspicious acts- all were fully recorded. As every of Blackwing's loyal couriers delivered the black-colored mails to their door steps, they viewed it with a shocking blast look on their face. Continue to blackmail the rich folks as the cloaking spies successfully kept the game going on, soon fingers are falsely pointed to each other as homes are being targeted unfairly with violence and aggressive neighbors. Beating one another assuming they are spilling each other's secrets to the public as Blackwing continued to manipulate the border between the middle class and the wealthy with blackmailing efforts.
Sending in more couriers and spies, they drugged more cops and politicians serving Blackwing's grand plans. With dirty money being made, Blackwing established strong negotiations with Zahnrad's military connection all around the middle class divisions including corrupting all mayors and officials with power of money. With exchange of 85,000,000 to them from leeching off of the affected blackmailed individuals as they went broke and committed suicide in various ways as well caught in large violent brawls among other affected blackmailed populace- Blackwing now owned the middle class division as his forces growing rapidly in power, striving up in economic reprisals.
Blackwing watched as Blackwis and the intels recorded the death toll rising with majority of the near-wealthy individuals either cooperate emptying out their wallets and then die by suicide or being arrested with secrets spilled out to the public along with false written lies of criminal activities. Or if not cooperate straight-forward arrest if choosing not to commit suicide. Regardless majority of the affected blackmailed people began to felt bullied, terrorized, and forever haunted with the ongoing demands as Blackwing laughed very hard. Finding all the torture souls suffering economic depression as more of the money are being shipped to the poor divisions. Blackwing continued to order more blackmailing assaults through the area of the middle-wealthy borders. As they spread false lies and unleash their secrets out to the public as many were fired, ousted from their jobs due to personal information.
Depression soared as over 300 affected blackmailed individuals committed suicide from Blackwing's trolling attempts. Several of the people that were fired immediately banned together to hunt the person threatening their lives but are confronted by the police and military authorities all corrupted either fighting or arresting them in brute force. Additionally 50 committed suicide in no hopes as they didn't want to face arrest by the corrupted authorities.
The Blackened Regime celebrated all the epidemic torture of the affected blackmailing populace throwing large feasts in the square of the poor division as the large crowds gathered around and dine in with over 950,500, 840,000,000 augs grand total received immediately stashed in the developed banks under Blackwing's entire name...
"Whoooo weee dawg, what I tell ya niggers? We are now filthy rich with all the surplus money comin' in!" Blackwing exclaimed, happily. He boogied around as the rest of the black precinct all partied and toasted their glass of wine.
"For Blackwing that he have cherished this town!" Blackk said.
"For Blackwing!" Blacklord said.
"For Blackwing!" Blackwig said.
"Yeah Blackwing, yo rule dawg." Blackdawn said.
"You da man, Blackwing homie." Blackcolor said.
"We proud niggers rule this town and have shame those fuckin' pricks to their grave." Blackstreet said.
"I know right, nigger those people are so soft, muhahahaha." Blackwing said.
"Those motherfuckers deserved to die for firing me, I am fuckin' glad to be apart of this nigger team. Whoooo weeeeee. Uh yeah." Blackdome said.
Blackwing enjoying the food along with his large members and populace. Blackwis and Blackwise both came to Blackwing...
"Blackwing yo dawg we got urgent news." Blackwis said.
Blackwing gulping down his meal and flushes it all down with water and booze before answering...
"What up nigger Blackwis and Blackwise. Spill it man I am enjoyin' the swag provided here yo." Blackwing replied.
"There's a large wealthy CEO business called GMAIL and INBOX that is a big business print service and mailing. They also do international complex services, utilizing large mass of couriers. They also have good transportation and enough cargo holders for mails and letters, yo. Should that be an interest to yo business, nigger?" Blackwis stated.
"Would be great to threaten more of those peabrains ahaha." Blackwise said.
"Hmmmmmmm.. Hold up, hold up niggers." Blackwing said. He finished up the bottle of bourbon and finished up his sausages with loud chomping noises and a gulp before replying...
"Alright, so what's the plan? We going to slay 'em, drug 'em, rape 'em, negotiate?" Blackwing asked.
Blackweep, Blackread, Blackweed, Blackk, Blackdance, Blacky, and Blackstorm all burped loudly, stuffing more food in their mouth like pigs and drink aggressively.
"We can blackmail them ahahaha. We just need to develop a chemical that would make them do somethin' ridiculously stupid, then get all that recorded. That is my suggestion yo." Blackwise said, nodding.
"Cha-ching that's it motherfuckers. Go developed large dosage of chemicals, we need to poisoned those bastards- probably foolishly white hoes. And crickets too. Ugh I hate white people. But anyway niggers, get choppin' to work time we end this poverty and slavery and make the white people pay!" Blackwing said.
"You got it, homie!"
Blackwing continued to party hard with the large gathered cheerful black crowds. Meantime in every of the developed research facilities and labs, the poor populace scientist of the Blackened Regimes began experimentation- concoction up large dosages of serum liquids. They developed large shipping disguised contraption boxes loaded with gas-charges that have serums: Little Yellow Boxes, Love Potion, Mind Degrade, Memory Degrade, and Pig Latin all at maximum level-high juice. Well produced in about 150 quantities in great qualities, they stashed them in large thrumbines led by a black panther baihu driver and began shipping it to GMAIL and INBOX.
"There we sent them drugs shippin' to those big o' companies. Watch those people gettin' drugged and acting lame and funny. Gahahaha." Blackwis said.
"Motherfuckin' awesome homie bro, love to see their goofy reactions. Stupid fuckin' white people. Time we show 'em!" Blackwing remarked.
"Hey Blackwing yo, it's time that we should dance, time to do the mamba." Blackwall said.
"Oh yeah the mamba dance, whoooo let's go niggers let's all fuckin' dance our asses off like a pro!" Blackwing said.
"Get in here, Blackwis and Blackwise. Dance dance dance like you never seen a disco go whooo-whooo. Dudes and dudettes everyone party!" Blackscroll said.
As they partying throughout the poor divisions of the town, the thrumbine successfully delivered to the CEO of GMAIL and INBOX corporate building. Delivering goods to them as they find suspicion that they didn't order anything from them. Posing as a generous volunteer, the black baihu smiled and told them it's for the owner to inspect.
Enough convincing later, the employees took the disguised contraption boxes into their businesses. At same time the driver snuck in few cloaking windups into the buildings to track the products. Moments later when it made contact with the owner/founder, the black baihu detonated the products which exploded vastly into serum gasses that clouded the entire businesses as it leaked slightly outside the front doorway. Safely the black baihu driver head back to the poor division, laughing out loud as if it's a huge prank.
The CEO businesses of both GMAIL and INBOX companies fluttered with the smoking serum gasses, every of the employees including the owner and vice corporate members became affected under the influence of the drug concoction effect. Acting all wildly insane as they started to chat with the air, seeing little yellow boxes that ordinary beings can't detect. Venting out random chattering throughout both businesses, some employees with the Love Potion taking strong effect, they began stripping their clothes away and instantly make-out or have deep sex within the business...
"What? No fuck you, I hate Donald Trump! I don't support his ass!"
"No No! No that's not how you cook peas! Jebus!"
"Donald Trump is gay! We are going to make America gay again! Buhahahaha!"
"Shit this is going down the drain, I need to pee!"
"Damn it Donald Trump is white, not black, I hate black people! Donald Trump is racist!"
"Go to hell you trolls! Stop sucking my tits you weeding blueberry bosomed hoebulls!"
"Ahhhhhh hooooooooo trolollollolololololol arrrrwhhhhooooogaaaaaaa!"
"Leave me alone, stop it! I am bothered by you lousy yellow scums!"
"Mommy!"
"ABCDEFGHIJKLMOP!"
"Fuck this nigger I am so outta here, yo! Crazy yellows!"
The GMAIL employees randomly talking to the imaginary yellow boxes as they are headvoicing random words to them.
"For Ted Cruz of 2016 yay!"
"Worship Bernie Sanders!"
"For Bernie Sanders, Democratic President of 2016- feel the bern, he BURNS!!!!"
"No no for Clinton you jackass! Damn feminists!"
"Support the fundraisers for Bernie Sanders! And old people!"
"Everybody hates Donald Trump he is fucking racist! And a facist!"
"Stop the hating you yellow boxes, get a life!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh get it out of my head, hellllppppp!"
"Jeb Bush and Marco Rubio would be great president!"
"For Republican Party!"
The INBOX employees randomly said to the imaginary little box head-voices.
Along with various employees making-out passionately, some naked and gay/lesbian.
Over to Blackwing and the poor division side, Blackgame and Blackgamer controlling the robotic development, they recorded all the sounds on the built-in trinklets on the exploring windups along with taking snapshots of the whole business being suffered with random chatterboxes and sounds of smooches.
Blackwing rapping along with other rappers as they wearing steampunk mafia gangster attire.
Lull later around late evening near nighttime, Blackwing hanging out with his gangs...
"Yo-yo Blackwing dude we got the footage right here on this gig yo." Blackwis said.
"Then let's flash 'em to the whole neighborhood yo." Blackwing replied.
Blackwis and Blackwise using the receiver turngears, activating the playback program it replayed all the recorded voice caught. Blackgame and Blackgamer also came by and dropped off various photos of the entire staff for GMAIL and INBOX, seeing lewd activities and all their odd behaviors giving Blackwing the advantages to blackmail them all.
Throughout the nighttime, Blackwing and his associates began to utilize the materials needed to blackmail them both. While all the GMAIL and INBOX employees headed home continuing their weird arguments over various topics with the imaginary yellow boxes. Altogether everyone of Mamlakat all head off to sleep.
Over to Darkwing and his marching forces, they continued to march through the streets to southern side of Zubets. Without fear of reprisals. They then rested up as respite has passed by, starting the next morning day.
Immediately Blackwing and his entire regime awaken and began executing their plans to blackmail both GMAIL and INBOX. He sent Blackmail, Blackbird, Blackwhip, Blackcry, Blackpaper, and Blackvoice to ship out the threatening block-colored mails to the wealthy corporations along with photos. They successfully reached to both CEOs and dropped a sack near the door.
One of the employees on both sides witnessed the dropped sack and took them in. Reading the sender, the sack were sent to the owner and they both held an employee gathering as they discussed about the sack. Several curious exchanges later, before they opened the sack and checked out the black-colored mails. Upon reading the letters, they were appalled and shocked to receive such a scandalous threatening letter from the unknown source.
Both owners of GMAIL and INBOX became paranoid and anxious as they read the letters that demanded over there business be given over to the anonymous group. The employees all were skeptical as they held various debates over this creepy unknown sender as they try to resist the threatening blackmailing idea. Reading the letter saying that they know their secrets from being wild and causing unrest for not doing their jobs properly and will result the business being sued if requirements aren't met...
"This is an outrage!"
"Can't believed we are being blackmailed into giving up this business to this uncertain sender of this message."
"Damn it, whoever these people are they gonna pay."
"Ughhhh! I can't believe we slacked off and went weird."
The GMAIL corporation vented angrily.
Over at INBOX, the employees debated the same ideal, but they immediately gave up and decided to sign the contract and the deed, shipping the fancy paper deed to the address of the anonymous. Soon the GMAIL submitted after 3 of the turngears played the audio of the voice that blackmailed them, demanding GMAIL to be out of business or suffer the disclosers of their personal information being spread publically.
Blackwing smiled after he received good news from the confirmation letters. He signed the contract adn the deed to both GMAIL and INBOX. Ordered Blackspray, Blackpaint, Blackradical, and Blacklime to bomb both place with serum powders loaded with permanent hypnotists to radicalized them under Blackwing's causes. They carried it out by airships built by Blackgame and Blackgamer bombing the CEO buildings for 2 hours in large smoking powders. Coating every workers inside under influenced for life willingly working for Blackwing as he with several workers invaded both business and declared them as his own. And being the founder of it. Changing the name from GMAIL to BMAIL and INBOX to BBOX. Having his blackened shiny frame of himself be placed on the wall as he scored large sum of income from both business without trouble. Receiving net income without gross of 900,990,900,900,000 augs putting the Blackened Regime up to par with the wealthy divisions.
With now renamed BMAIL and BBOX, Blackwing and several of his corrupted workers and few elites took apart developing more black-colored mails. While more drugs concoctions are being made along with heavy employment rates skyrocketed for Blackwing's crew.
Blackstreet and Blackmarket both rapped after drugging large quantities of the feichong populace owning several grocery stores along with the customers.
Throughout the afternoon, more individuals became badly radicalized by drugs being now apart loyal to Blackwing's causes as middle class businesses are taking its toll, with the marketplace starting to go down the drain as Blackwing kept on ordering his elites to blackmail more near-wealthy folks.
Blackwing met up with his large sum of people back at the home of the poor division...
"Alright niggers, gathered around. We got a problem."
"Whaa- what problem, boss bro?" Blackk asked.
"Hmph damn white people, those hoes just don't give up do they?"
"Yup yup yo right man, those foolish white people just won't give up. This large company known as La Quartets, a big industrious marketing business, alright. They are competing with BMAIL and BBOX. Not only they have print service, but they also do music and bands yo. Love to get my hands on that business and make more money on the wings, yo." Blackwing said, clenching his black fists.
"Yo bro nigger, I ain't playin' those blackmailing cards again, yo. We makin' so much money." Blacknine said.
"Nigger nigger come on bro, chill out man. Relax homie, it's alright I understand. You know what you're right my bad brotha." Blackwing said.
The crowds all came together just Blackwis and Blackwise both set up the stage as Blackwing got up and performed a rapping party...
"Boom-ch-ch-ch-boom-ch-ch-ch-boom. Yo nigger I am yo man, the mighty one, the indestructible. I can't be beaten' motherfucker uh-uh-uh yeah. Yo my man, my family, my on-timer on the job. That delivers paper to white people's doors, shame 'em uh-uh-yeah..." Blackwing continued to rap on.
The crowds cheered and applauded until large amount of white folks wearing steampunk attires, using torches as well armed with miniature equalizers all showed up...
"You all black people are under arrest and found guilty of embezzlement and blackmailing!"
"For the corruption you black people have shamed and committed, you all shall face punishments!"
Several of the white attire folks raged upon the Black community of the poor division as they reacted in shocked, strongly interrupted Blackwing's rapping performance.
Blackwing grabbed a microphone contraption and responded to the white masked folks with the guns and torches...
"Yo-yo dawgs, chill dudes we done nothing wrong." Blackwing said.
Then Blackwing secretly activated a button under his belt-gear, causing a substance to explode right on the streets where the white-masked folks are, stunning them as they are caught in the white tear-stun gas...
To be continued...
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