In the year 2042, Slavi Trifonov dies from an amphetamine overdose while screaming at Godji. Siromahov then takes control of Slavi`s show, creating an army of free-thought steeling script-writers. Universiada hall becomes his main base of operations.
Nowadays..Siromahov wasn`t a handsome man, but by the time he overtook Slavi show he looked like he hasn`t aged a day. Little did they know that Siromahov had another fierce power. The power of lying. About the year 2010 one morning Siromahov saw the wrinkles on his face and though “This can`t go on” With my small lies i`m losing the battle with time”, “I need a big lie, i need something huge”. So he started stealing posts from Twitter and Facebook. When asked he just replied “i didn`t steal anything, that was folk art”. This lie kept Siromahov`s body young for over 30 years. So with every single thought being sucked by Siromahov`s writer`s, humanity was left on the mercy of MITKO PARASHKEVOV.
When Mitko was just a little boy, an old gipsy had said this day would come. The day he had to defend the mindless humanity. Parashkevov had always being a fat ugly fuck, so just as he turned 18 and was about to kill himself, he discovered he had his special powers. So in the deep woods of Liulin mountain he trained in secret specially picked elderly citizens for 30 years. Very few were picked by Parashkevov. The unfamiliar may ask why such old folk. There is a very special reason for that. First when you are 70 you got nothing else to do, so you are very focused. You have a shitload of life expirience and also if you die, well fuck it, you`ve lived enogh.
So when the day came, Parashkevov was just killing the last one of a group of 70 cyborg ninjas, when his SAI sense activated. He KNEW the time had come. He quickly gathered his elderly SAI WARRIORS and explained they had to give their lives for humanity and making him a very reach man. The stupid alzheimer`s desiased fucks agreed and together flew to the Universiada hall using their SAI powers.
At the entrance were two bodyguards and one of the writers. Two of Mitko`s men took the guards frontally, atacking them with their sticks, and the writer left open. Parashkevov jumped toward him screaming “This IS SAAAAIII”, kicking him through the closed door. After numerous battles They finally entered inside. There was Siromahov and two thought-stealers. The only guy still alive on Parashkevov`s team was his right hand- uncle Pero, a drunk, who had survived 2 heart attacks and a life-threatening knife attack, before Parashkevov found him. Momentarily the thought-stealers attacked, with their psycho -though-stealing powers and also confusing screams like ” your thought`s are folk art”. Uncle Pero using his special SAI rakija breath attacked the thought stealers.
Mitko`s eyes met with Siromahov`s. Parashkevov momentaraly felt the unbelievably strong thought- stealing attack, but he created a SAI shield in an instant, making a circle around his head with his finger. Then grabbed with both hands his special custom stick and yelled “YOU SHALL NOT STEAL THIS THOUGHTS” at Siromahov, sending him flying for a couple of meters. Then Parashkevov quickly pulled a hard covered eddition of #Siromahovfacts, opened it and started reading, just barely whispering words. Siromahov not aware of the ancient artifact, suddenly realised he wasn`t able to move, his head was glowing. “What..the” he barely said, just before his head exploded. The room got extremely bright for a couple of seconds.Then the light dispersed. The freedom of thought was saved. Mitko closed #siromahovfacts, and suddenly heard a whispering sound. He turned around and saw uncle Pero. The drunk managed to kill the stealers, but they have wounded him very severely. Mitko came close and heard “Siromahov is so great, he is a humor- genius, a love his jokes”. MItko took a deep breath. “Poor guy, they fubar*-ed him real bad” he thought, “he was a good warrior”, then turned his head to the sealing and screamed ” WHY SIROMAHOV WHYYYY”.
fubar* – fucked up beyond any recognition
