
We can't explain the universe, just describe it; and we don't know whether our theories are true, we just know they're not wrong. >Harald Lesch
Back in 2002, the night had begun and the mafia were sure to make it a long one.
They started the night off in the town hall, they’d decided the best remedy for their broken hearts, was to get so extremely intoxicated that they'd forget all about the deaths of Dr. LoveLess and founder Shocko. However, in light of recent events, this was probably not the best idea.
Knowing who the towns people were, and who they'd killed, the mafia sought to use this knowledge as leverage. They knew there was no doctor, and that there would be drinking at the disco. So, using this, the mafia decided to poison two drinks.
The first notable victim was TassadarZeratul. As he downed his first of ten double vodka and cokes, his head began to spin. He was quickly losing control, and becoming aggressive. He stood up from his seat and began his way across the room. He started knocking everyone down, going out of his way to flip tables, and throw chairs. He got to DJ Doodan across the room, turned off the music and grabbed him. He started punching Doodan violently until he'd broken Doodan's nose, causing much hurt. He picked up the microphone and began to yell:
"CAN'T YOU FOOLS SEE!? THERE ARE NUMBERS EVERYWHERE, HAUNTING US... HAUNTING ME... WHY WON'T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE!? 09090..."
Suddenly there was a large bang as Dark_Marine's Gauss Rifle fired upon himself. The crowd turned their attention, and upon seeing the sight of a fatally wounded Dark_Marine, they dropped their drinks, jaws, and mobiles. Despite his injury, he progressed towards them, gun aimed forwards. A few moments passed and the town dropped to the floor. Hiding behind whatever they could in desperation, they all prayed for a miracle.
Dark_Marine’s heavy boots clanked as he headed towards the centre of the room. Clearly Dark_Marine had his own thirst now, but as he reached for the trigger, the sound of shattered glass penetrated the air. Through the glass ceiling fell the body of LoveLess, toppling onto the now delirious TassadarZeratul's chest. With his final breaths he sang
"Ha la, la la la, listen closely to the verse I lay..." Leaving everyone both horrified, and relieved. A few seconds passed and the room remained silent. The eldest member of the town looked up in curiosity, only to find the body of Dark_Marine pinned down by support beams through his knee caps. A truly discomforting sight and more hurt than anyone deserved.
This is the reason why we remember the 9th of September 2002. The reason we raise money. Because the 9th of September doesn't just symbolize the death of Shocko, but also, the sequence of horrific events.