User blog comment:Blacknumber1/No, This is NOT a Contest/@comment-25947144-20150614175659

In a rather quiet night in The Void, Humboldt is somewhere in a bar saying, "Who the hell you call old man, mutherfucka?" and upercuts someone while his dwarfs transform into were-schnauzers and rabies the hell out of everybody, somewhre Banningk and Epyre argue over which is more inevitable: death or Florida. They can't agree on it so they do what any rational man would do: they have a deadmach with the death's sickle and a shotgun. They do this till a mafia-looking angel comes from the skies and tells them to use violence in a constructive way: to become police officers. They're not very sure but the angel leaves anyway. Before he's gone they ask:

"Who are you?"

"They call me Blacknumber1, but you can cal me Michael" and disappears.

They're sill not sure, but then they see this and decide the humanity it's lost anyway so they say: "Fuck it, why not?"

In all this time, Jay ten was taking money from the creepypasta readers trying to snipe Justin Bieber.