I write dumb shit. That's it. Anyways, when I was 2, I fell on a stick in the forest trail. This instantly gave me the perfect understanding of the world. I realized it was all pointless, nothing had purpose, we're all simply what the universe shat out on its toilet, and we're all swirling in its toilet bowl. So I devised a plan, I sacrificed my parents to Elders as punishment for giving birth to me. So they gave me the ultimate power. Gambling. So I floated to the casino since I gained an instant understanding of the very air molecules and learned to make my own atoms resist against theirs, creating an effect of floating. But I realized that technically this meant the atoms above me would resist as well, effectively crushing. So I devised another plan. I'd create a floating machine, but I would need metal. And where else to get it but my very blood. So I devised another plan. I needed to extract the  blood out my bones. I'd need a comically large syringe. And there's only one place to find syringes. I went to my nearest drug dealer. But I wasnt asking, I was taking. I used taekwando to send him to the afterlife. But as I got the syringe, another issue popped up. It turns out I'm afraid of syringes, so if I couldn't do it myself, I'd need help. So, the best course of action was to clone myself. I went to the nearest metal supermarket and bought metal to make my machine. Though, I still did not have my engineering degree, which led to me being arrested and put into jail for illegal cloning. As I gripped the metal bars of my cell, the ghosts of my parents appeared, and told me the best way to escape is to go underground. Naturally, I sacrificed their souls to the Elders, rookie mistake of letting me see them. Leading me to break out. So I cloned myself, but the clone refused to help me. So I beat them with a combo, knocking them out and extracted their blood. I used the metallinator to extract the metal out the blood. With my flying machine, I went to the casino. But.