It was dusk, and I was sitting at the edge of a field that was filled with a fleet of grounded B-52 bombers that were engulfed in flames. Beside me in the grass was a bazooka I had used to obliterate the Enemy's planes, and in my hand was a bottle of green tea that I was sipping on as I basked in the fiery red glow of the inferno before me.
The Enemy had invaded my home while I had been out to see a movie called "Wartime". Presently, as I sat contemplating why they had targeted and violated my home in particular, I was overcome with a feeling that the unfounded hatred toward me would continue. The Enemy's hatred and propaganda was widespread, and I knew more of them would soon come seeking retribution.
I went back into my home, which the Enemy had converted into a prison. The intruders had shot each other to death because I had given them my special root beer earlier in the evening. I needed answers as to why they had targeted me. I found their operations room, which I could use to gain access to the data they had on me.
As I began sifting through the documents, I discovered a disturbing and disgusting truth: they had been watching me longer than I had anticipated. They had infiltrated my home with surveillance, violating my privacy. They had been tracking my every move, for years, whenever I left my home.
Growing increasingly enraged, I also discovered that the Enemy had been spreading falsehoods about me, with the objective to isolate me from the world. They declared that I was a predatory weirdo who only deserved imprisonment and punishment. The Enemy's general consensus was that, due to my "weird" behavior, I was a threat to their very existence, thus I became their primary target.
All of this despite the fact that I literally always kept to myself, minded my own goddamned business, and refused to bend to their religious dogma. Their false and unfounded accusations. Their spying. Their slander. Their motherfucking gossip. It was no wonder no one wanted to have anything to do with me. No wonder no cared to check in on me.
All I had ever really wanted was genuine connection to the right people. But no. The Enemy saw to it that this dream would never happen, and years of my life of building a potential future had been wasted due to their hatred.
My whole life I had always been the target of bullies, even as a child. I had always been labelled as a "creep", or cold-hearted "weirdo". I was accustomed to being misunderstood and unseen. It was all I had ever known. The Enemy's efforts to break and destroy me were futile.
Now... it was my turn to retaliate in kind and seek revenge. I was a weirdo. A predator. I was full of wrath, and I would destroy the Enemy.
Having gathered all the info I needed on the Enemy, I knew how and where to strike. More of them would soon overrun my home again, so I needed to make my move swiftly. The Enemy was everywhere, so I needed to destroy their central headquarters, in hopes of disunifying their efforts of widespread fear and control. It was time to wipe the smear of religion from the face of the Earth.
My home had never felt like a home, anyway, since it had only just been me living there. I decided to set it on fire, so the Enemy would think I was dead and wouldn't bother looking for me. The Enemy had a few military trucks parked in my yard, so I took one of them and drove to another city where the Enemy had a base camp.
When I found the base, I saw that the Enemy had a much larger fleet of B-52 bombers than the one that had landed in the field near my home. With cunning stealth, I blended with the Enemy and explored the base, observing every conceivable detail about their patterns and routines.
After a few days of learning, I decided it was time to strike. I went to their bomb storage, where I found a store of fusion bombs, which the Enemy referred to as F-Bombs. I took an F-Bomb and snuck it into a B-52 bomber. I configured the plane's auto-pilot to fly itself to the Enemy's headquarters and drop the F-Bomb on them.
Hiding in a hangar and watching as the plane flew away, I became amused with myself that I was getting away with this. The target was a nearby city, which was better visible from the top of a hill that sat next to the camp. I climbed to the top of the hill, so I could get a better view of the inevitable chaos that was about to ensue.
FOOM! The F-Bomb went off, creating a mushroom cloud that glowed greenish-yellow, spilling toxicity over the city. Justice. As the Enemy's headquarters crumbled beneath the toxic ooze and grime, I felt a sense of relief that I would find peace and escape the prying eyes of the toxic Enemy.
Satisfied with the success of my mission and standing atop the hill, I became disoriented as to which direction I should go next. I had no home, and no future.
Just then, the world went dark. The sun had been shining a moment ago, but now it was no more. The sun had died, and now the world would exist in eternal darkness, hopeless and frozen.
As I descended the hill, stumbling in the dark, I realized the pointlessness of my revenge. The End was inevitable, and I felt the chill set in from the utter lack of light and warmth.
Then I woke up wishing I were dead and gone from this hellish world. THE END.