Supposing you and your aliases are right, that YNG is a shell game designed to suck people in to line the pockets of the major shareholders. Trouble is, you multiphrenics have no credibility, in that all you have is severely dated information. You need to get the latest info so you can garner the support for a shareholder insurrection! You need to actually do something besides bleat like a violated sheep.
Here's what you do:
Go to Nevada. Check an atlas -- it's right by Las Vegas. In the United States.
Get a safari suit, a beige one, not camouflage. (Hint: Beige IS camouflage in the desert.) You can wear it to the disco after your expedition, so it's another good investment for you.
Get supplies for a couple of weeks and a local map.
Get a horse. No, get a donkey, an animal that you are guaranteed to be able to communicate with. Don't give it any of your Cocoa Puffs or you'll suffer at night. Just one donkey is fine: It'll seat you and your three aliases. Take turns pulling the tail.
Bring your share certificate with you so you can say you represent a shareholder group.
Mosey on down to the YNG area under cover of darkness. You do remember how to mosey, don't you? It's not like sashaying in your mother's wardrobe, it's more like a John Wayne walk where your right arm and right leg move in unison. Then, your left arm and left leg -- don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. You should practice before you go. Grab a handful of Mommy's little helpers.
Get the straight goods, the bird's-eye lowdown on this caper, the whole nine yards, and report back. You, my misguided little friend, will be a hero. Look at it in all neon caps: HERO!
You're likely not used to doing manly things, so maybe watch Three Amigos or City Slickers on mom's VHS before you go, just for inspiration.
Be brave, little buckaroo, be brave.