The 100 Hours War
Greetings and salutations. For the time being, I wish to remain anonymous to protect my identity for what you are about to hear may shock you in ways only a 2,000,000 volt capacitor could.
I was walking down 34th avenue when I saw that some ninjas were handing out pamphlets. Well, it turns out they were communists bent on world peace and racial harmony, so I absorbed their powers and lept to the top floor awning and unleashed a furious cloud of ninja death stars.
Well anyway, that pretty much sent those damned commies back to Germany, birthplace of Marxism. It became clear to me now that I was now a single man at war with a nation.
I panicked, mugged an old lady and used the five dollars I found on her corpse to get a down payment on a SuperSoaker. Now I was ready.
As of 1100 hours on August the 6th, paratroopers and bombs rained over my 3-acre property in Ohio and cornered my family, blowing them to Schnitzel almost immediately.
The next day, after finding a luger cartridge in my cup of Joe, I got so angry that I launched all 0 of my long-ranged missiles at Berlin. After signing a formal surrender agreement, I was locked up to this day in my closet accidentally, as my parents did not spare me the emergency key before their tragic passing.
Too dumb
Too outlandishly idiotic
Better than catfucking and incest.
I only read the first two sentences.