I need to write more...
The old yognau(gh)ts were infuriated and saddened by the new lack of creativity in all Yogscast videos. They spammed the comment section with hate, trying desperately to get their favorite minecrafters ever to be fun and interesting like they used to. But it was no use, for every lost subscriber was two new ones (or so it seemed) and the Yogs were paying no attention to their threats. They thought nobody was brave enough to actually do anything to them- but they were dead wrong. In fact, there was now a secret community of old fans who were heartbroken by this new era of gaming and were plotting to brutally murder the Yogscast for revenge. This group was mostly a bunch of adolescent girls, but they were determined to get their revenge on the unsuspecting Yogscasters. They all used special aliases to hide their true identity. There was Zebraphos, the main leader of the group, and Useenothing, who was second in command. Then there was also Lionstar, who mostly came up with ways to murder the Yogs as painfully and bloody as possible, and Bigcatkittycat. There were a few others as well and they all had a different role in the group's evil scheme. They would murder the Yogs one by one, starting with Simon. They would start by coming into Yogtowers and sneaking into Simon's office when he was alone. Then, they would stab him with various different knives until he screamed in pain and passed out. Then, they would finish him off by using the knives to cut off his head. Yes indeed, that would be quite fun. Mwehehehe...
=Meanwhile at Yogtowers=
Another day full of empty threats and hate mail. But it didn't matter if everyone hated them as long as they made a profit right? Simon went to check how many subscribers the main channel had. 10,000,000. Now, little did he know, none of them where legit people. In fact, skydoesminecrap and his friends had made lots of alternate accounts just to like & subscribe so they would think this was a successfull strategy for getting more subscribers. Although skydoesminecrap secretly wanted this whole plan to backfire on them. He was leading this whole conspiracy secretly, and nobody knew. It was going perfectly well for him and poor old Simon had no idea what was going to hit him. Simon did think something was just a little fishy about this whole situation, but he shrugged it off. Whoever was writing this fanfic surely wouldn't do anything horrible to him right? He was, after all, Simon. Nobody would want to hurt him... He thought, just for a second, that the writer of this story would have mercy on him and let him live to see another day. But then there was a bang on the door and all his hopes suddenly left him. The door collapsed and a bunch of girls with huge knives ran into the room and surrounded him. "HELP! LEWIS! DUNCAN! ANYONE WHO CAN HEAR ME! WRITER, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" But as you know i am not the kind of person who likes happy endings. The group of girls all started closing in on him with evil expressions on their faces. "HELP ME! I'M GOING TO D-" All of a sudden his cries for help stopped. The group of girls started stabbing him viciously and blood squirted all over teh room and pooled on the floor. Simon screamed in agony as the sharp blades pierced through his flesh. "NO! NO! STOP! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!?" "You used to be fun and exciting. We loved you. We watched you every day. But now... Now you have become nothing. You have destroyed us. And now you will pay the price." one of them said. She seemed to be the leader of the group. "I-" before he had time to respond the girls jumped on top of him and started attacking him again. "AHHHH!" he screamed. Hi eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out from the pain. He was slowly dying from blood loss and was most likely not going to survive long. But then the group of girls proceeded to start cutting off his head using the blood-soaked knives. There was a huge pool of blood on the floor and all of them were covered fro head to toe in Simon's blood. Finally, they severed the last strand of skin keeping Simon's head on and his breathing stopped. They began evilly laughing and snuck out of the room so nobody would notice.
YES!! I love blood. Hehehe...
