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In the heart of Seattle, where the Skibidi catastrophe first began, the city streets were witnessing the final chapter of a battle between the Cameramen and the Skibidi Toilets after a long period of urban warfare. One Cameraman dashed toward a Skibidi Toilet, leaped into the air while clenching his fist, and delivered a decisive, powerful punch to its head before swiftly pulling the flush, giving the Toilet no chance to retaliate.

The Cameraman lowered his guard slightly after finishing off the threat. Suddenly, a Skibidi Toilet lunged from behind, crashing into his back and slamming him to the ground. Before the Skibidi could exploit the situation, a massive hand reached out, gripped the edges of the Toilet, and uprooted it from the ground like a plastic toy, hurling it with immense force against the nearest wall, shattering it completely. It was the Large Cameraman.

The Cameraman on the ground watched what had happened. The Large Cameraman turned his gaze toward him and extended a thumbs-up to his comrade. The Cameraman stood up, regained his balance, and returned the same gesture. Just as they both thought the battle was over, a massive Skibidi Toilet, exceeding ten meters in height, suddenly stormed into the arena. Before it could reach them, another Cameraman leaped from atop a building, landing on the giant Toilet’s tank lid. With both hands, he pulled the flush with a force that ended the threat instantly. The Cameraman jumped down and gave a thumbs-up to the rest, when suddenly...

A heavy military cargo plane landed over the site of the Harbinger Capsule, its massive rear doors swinging open. The Cameraman logo was clearly visible on the side of the fuselage, marking it as one of their own. A metal crane, mounted on rails in the cabin ceiling, moved toward the edge of the door, and thick steel cables dangled down toward the ground. Amidst the silence of the observing Cameramen, the Large Cameraman stepped forward with heavy strides, grabbed the cables, and began wrapping them firmly around the Harbinger Capsule. Once the load was secured, he stepped back and raised his hand high in a clear signal to the pilot. The crane began pulling the capsule with steady slowness into the belly of the aircraft. The doors closed, and the plane took off, leaving the area.

---

Hundreds of kilometers away, in another city shrouded in silence, Plunger Man stood alone in the middle of a battlefield that had just fallen quiet. He pulled his plunger from the bowl of the Toilet he had just eliminated.

An absolute silence pervaded the square, but it did not last long. The silence was pierced by a strange sound, unlike anything Plunger Man had heard before; it wasn’t the sound of an engine or an explosion, but a low-frequency hum that sounded like the tearing of the air's fabric from afar—a deep whistle that grew sharper and heavier with every passing second. Plunger Man halted his movement completely and began to slowly and calmly lift his gaze toward the sky, attempting to identify the source of this sound that had begun to fill the space and weigh down the atmosphere around him.

Suddenly, as the sound reached its peak, the cause appeared. At a low altitude of no more than 400 meters, The G-Ship pierced the horizon. It was a massive metallic mass, 200 to 300 meters long, crossing above him like a giant black shadow that eclipsed the sun for a fleeting moment at a terrifying speed. As it passed, a violent wave of air displacement hit the area; Plunger Man’s long coat flapped audibly, and dust and debris flew all around him, but his body remained as steady as a rock—his feet did not move a single millimeter from the ground.

Plunger Man remained silent and motionless, his eyes fixed on the horizon that the ship had pierced just seconds ago in the blink of an eye, where nothing remained but a vortex of turbulent air behind the distant skyscrapers. After a moment of stillness, he said calmly: **"Something big is coming."**

His reflections were interrupted by a Cameraman aircraft that landed silently before him, kicking up a bit of dust in the square. Plunger Man looked at it for a moment, then stepped toward it with his composed strides. He placed his plunger on his back, securing it with a faint metallic "click" thanks to a magnetic mount, then entered the belly of the plane, which closed its doors and took off immediately.

---

After entering the plane, Plunger Man sat in a corner of the cabin, away from the hum of the engines, gazing out the window as the city began to shrink below. He thought silently about that ship; he knew that this war was still in its beginning.

Plunger Man pulled a specialized tablet from his coat, linked directly to his optical system, allowing him to review everything his gaze had captured with precision. He recalled the instantaneous recording of The G-Ship’s passage and attempted to zoom in on the footage several times to explore the details of its metallic structure. However, due to the ship’s blistering speed, the images remained as blurred, streaking lines, preventing him from seeing any deep details.

Plunger Man calmly closed the device and returned it to his coat pocket. He went back to staring out the window in silence, lost in thought, while the plane carved its path through the clouds toward the main Cameraman base.

((End of Chapter Four))

In the heart of Seattle, where the Skibidi catastrophe first began, the city streets were witnessing the final chapter of a battle between the Cameramen and the Skibidi Toilets after a long period of urban warfare. One Cameraman dashed toward a Skibidi Toilet, leaped into the air while clenching his fist, and delivered a decisive, powerful punch to its head before swiftly pulling the flush, giving the Toilet no chance to retaliate.

The Cameraman lowered his guard slightly after finishing off the threat. Suddenly, a Skibidi Toilet lunged from behind, crashing into his back and slamming him to the ground. Before the Skibidi could exploit the situation, a massive hand reached out, gripped the edges of the Toilet, and uprooted it from the ground like a plastic toy, hurling it with immense force against the nearest wall, shattering it completely. It was the Large Cameraman.

The Cameraman on the ground watched what had happened. The Large Cameraman turned his gaze toward him and extended a thumbs-up to his comrade. The Cameraman stood up, regained his balance, and returned the same gesture. Just as they both thought the battle was over, a massive Skibidi Toilet, exceeding ten meters in height, suddenly stormed into the arena. Before it could reach them, another Cameraman leaped from atop a building, landing on the giant Toilet’s tank lid. With both hands, he pulled the flush with a force that ended the threat instantly. The Cameraman jumped down and gave a thumbs-up to the rest, when suddenly...

A heavy military cargo plane landed over the site of the Harbinger Capsule, its massive rear doors swinging open. The Cameraman logo was clearly visible on the side of the fuselage, marking it as one of their own. A metal crane, mounted on rails in the cabin ceiling, moved toward the edge of the door, and thick steel cables dangled down toward the ground. Amidst the silence of the observing Cameramen, the Large Cameraman stepped forward with heavy strides, grabbed the cables, and began wrapping them firmly around the Harbinger Capsule. Once the load was secured, he stepped back and raised his hand high in a clear signal to the pilot. The crane began pulling the capsule with steady slowness into the belly of the aircraft. The doors closed, and the plane took off, leaving the area.

---

Hundreds of kilometers away, in another city shrouded in silence, Plunger Man stood alone in the middle of a battlefield that had just fallen quiet. He pulled his plunger from the bowl of the Toilet he had just eliminated.

An absolute silence pervaded the square, but it did not last long. The silence was pierced by a strange sound, unlike anything Plunger Man had heard before; it wasn’t the sound of an engine or an explosion, but a low-frequency hum that sounded like the tearing of the air's fabric from afar—a deep whistle that grew sharper and heavier with every passing second. Plunger Man halted his movement completely and began to slowly and calmly lift his gaze toward the sky, attempting to identify the source of this sound that had begun to fill the space and weigh down the atmosphere around him.

Suddenly, as the sound reached its peak, the cause appeared. At a low altitude of no more than 400 meters, The G-Ship pierced the horizon. It was a massive metallic mass, 200 to 300 meters long, crossing above him like a giant black shadow that eclipsed the sun for a fleeting moment at a terrifying speed. As it passed, a violent wave of air displacement hit the area; Plunger Man’s long coat flapped audibly, and dust and debris flew all around him, but his body remained as steady as a rock—his feet did not move a single millimeter from the ground.

Plunger Man remained silent and motionless, his eyes fixed on the horizon that the ship had pierced just seconds ago in the blink of an eye, where nothing remained but a vortex of turbulent air behind the distant skyscrapers. After a moment of stillness, he said calmly: **"Something big is coming."**

His reflections were interrupted by a Cameraman aircraft that landed silently before him, kicking up a bit of dust in the square. Plunger Man looked at it for a moment, then stepped toward it with his composed strides. He placed his plunger on his back, securing it with a faint metallic "click" thanks to a magnetic mount, then entered the belly of the plane, which closed its doors and took off immediately.

---

After entering the plane, Plunger Man sat in a corner of the cabin, away from the hum of the engines, gazing out the window as the city began to shrink below. He thought silently about that ship; he knew that this war was still in its beginning.

Plunger Man pulled a specialized tablet from his coat, linked directly to his optical system, allowing him to review everything his gaze had captured with precision. He recalled the instantaneous recording of The G-Ship’s passage and attempted to zoom in on the footage several times to explore the details of its metallic structure. However, due to the ship’s blistering speed, the images remained as blurred, streaking lines, preventing him from seeing any deep details.

Plunger Man calmly closed the device and returned it to his coat pocket. He went back to staring out the window in silence, lost in thought, while the plane carved its path through the clouds toward the main Cameraman base.

((End of Chapter 4))