On an ordinary day in Birmingham, Malcolm and his family thought they would enjoy a leisurely drive, savoring the sights and sounds of their beloved city. Little did they know that they would soon find themselves right in the middle of a chaotic scene that would shatter their sense of peace and security.

As they made their way through the streets, the atmosphere quickly became filled with tension and an air of frenzy. The cult of celebrity had descended upon the city, with hordes of zealous fans holding up banners proclaiming the innocence of their idol, MJ, and passionately chanting, "Facts Don't Lie, People Do."

The once bustling streets were now deserted, save for the growing presence of these celebrity glorifiers. Police helicopters hovered in the air, their searchlights piercing through the darkness, while policemen on motorcycles skidded wildly across the ground, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of order.

Alarms blared and sirens echoed, creating a cacophony of sound that drowned out the muffled cries of frightened residents trying to flee from the mayhem. The city, once known for its peaceful ambiance, had transformed into a scene of utter chaos. Thick columns of smoke rose from burning buildings, casting an eerie shadow over the usually picturesque landscapes.

What seemed like a troubling disorder was spreading like wildfire, infecting the hearts and minds of those who had fallen under the spell of the celebrity glorifying movement. These individuals, transformed into mindless and ferocious stans, were on a mission to convert others into unrecognizable, unconscious followers of their beloved idol.