In a post apocalyptic world, I look out into a desolate waste land. A once safe-haven filled with ten’s of thousand’s of people is now left to nothing more then dirt, and ashes as the enemy has laid to waste this once iconic village. I stumble forward to the only building that is left somewhat intact, where I hear screams and cry’s on the inside. As I try to open the door I push through the trophies on the ground, covered in dust and ash. Surveying the house, to my left I see a hallway blocked off by the collapsed frame, and ahead of that is a broken and charred U-shaped stairway; there was no chance of going to the second floor. To the right of the the doorway, just ahead of a cat tree and about 10 steps away from the entrance, is a desk with a cracked monitor, bent microphone stand and keyboard and mouse shuffled on the ground next to the fallen chair.

“Whoever was in this house, didn’t leave without putting up a fight.”

The floor is scattered with trophies, and various accolades. I bend down to see who claimed such mighty awards, grabbing the cracked crystal like structure. Brushing aside the ash on the top of the face plate mounted at the base of the award I see the title, “2016 Domino’s Streamer of the Year”. My heart sinks to my stomach.

“This can’t be…”

I pull my thumb down the face plate of the trophy, too afraid to see the name that is hidden beneath it, but deep down I already knew. I gather enough strength, and with tears being held back I lift my thumb; “imaqtpie”. As I drop to my knee’s a single tear falls, as my exhale shutters in disbelief. I would have lost complete control had the yell in the backyard not taken me by surprise.

“Now is not the time for tears” I tell myself as I pull myself back up to my feet. “I have to compose myself.”

I slowly walk towards the french doors. The view outside blocked by the white shades, that are closed in front of the glass, but as I get closer, the sound of menicing laughter grows louder.

“What is happening?!” I say to myself.

Another scream. My hands shake as each one grabs the gold plated handles. With one last breath, I swing open the doors, and chills run down my spine as I look upon the horrific scene. Shackled, bloody, and on his knee’s I see him. I see the one once thought of as being untouchable. The one that once held the title of champion. The one once revered, and looked upon as a god. I see, Michael “imaqtpie” Santana. The Diamond shackles stretch his arms in a near crucifixion resemblance, as the blood rolls from his nose, down to his Kirkland brand white shirt, and Gucci pajama pants. Two monster like creatures stand on either side of the pie, pulling the diamond chains tighter and pie’s arms further apart. Qt groans in pain, as Lisha screams in fear.

“How are they able to hurt the one who is untouchable?!” I cry out to Lisha, as I gesture the two monster like figures causing pain to the Pie.

“It’s the T1 Blood Rush Protein Powder!” She shouts.

“T1?!” I think to myself in disbelief.

Shocked, confused, and hurt, I grab my head and yell, “No no no, this can’t be happening! Tyler1 is..”

Before I could even finish my sentence, I feel the ground quake as out in the distance, just a few feet in front of the shackled pie, the earth opens up, and throne like chair rises. The laugh I heard while inside the house grows increasing louder the more exposed tyler becomes as the throne rises higher out of the ground. Standing next to him on the left, in an almost hypnotic state is Marc Merrill, holding a crown with the Challenger icon on the very front and a microphone hanging from the right side. As Marc moves closer to tyler getting ready to place the crown on his newly shaved head, QT makes an attempt to overthrow tyler and the thrown, but the jacked monsters on Blood Rush pull him to his back before he could even get close. Lisha cry out in fear, as Small Cat and Mellow are in her arms, unable to do anything but look on. The Challenger crown is placed on tyler’s head as he slowly rises from the throne, looking hatefully at the now fallen pie. Tyler begins to breathe heavily and focused.

“Don’t do it.” I say quietly, knowing what tyler1 is going to next. “Don’t do it, you son of a bitch!”

Tyler takes a deep breathe, brings both his arms down to a 45 degree angle, and with a yell he dabs so hard it creates a gust of wind so sharp that when it connects with QT, it cuts his shirt, and chest as blood begins to fly and QT cries out in anguish.

“NO!!” Lisha cries, as I hold her back. Tears flowing out of both of our eyes.

“There is nothing we can do! He is too powerful!” I tell her, feeling helpless.

“Ah!!” Tyler yells, as he cast’s another dab from the opposite angle of the first. The gust connects again to the pies chest cutting through his White Kirkland, and his chest. Lisha reaches out, clawing at me to let her get to her true love.

With another deep and final yell, tyler dabs harder then the first two landing in a fatal blow against imaqtpie.

“First blood” echoes in the distance.

Tyler breathing frantically calls for his monster like minions to come to him, and the chair begins to fall back into the earth from where it first came. Frantically, Lisha, Mellow, and Small Cat rush to imaqtpie who is now face down as a pool of blood collects around him. I help to turn him over and stagger backwards weeping uncontrollably.

“This cant be true. This can’t be happening!”

Lisha falls over his body, crying.

“Say something! Breathe!! You can make it out of this! There is still a chance!!”

With one last final breathe, QT gazes into the eyes of his love as he whispers,

“Poggers” and dies.

Thunders roar, and lightning cracks, as I scream into the sky unto the gods.

I jolt up in my bed, sweat covering my head and chest. “It was just a dream.. I can relax, this won’t even happen.” As I lay back down, and try to close my eyes, in the distance I hear it again… the laugh.