So there I was standing in the middle of a broken down, annihilated Washington D.C. The cool breeze blowing my long, wavy blonde hair. The scent in the air is that of destiny...and death. Then out of no where, millions of drudge soilders come weilding their strike rifles and warp pistols, firing at me like crazy! I take cover behind a fallen orange soda machine. As soon as the bullets stopped I jumped out and returned fire with my dual-wielded, automatic, 36 round, Spas shotgun, with grenade launcher and laser attachment. Heads were flying clean off their alien shoulders. After wiping everyone out...there was silence. I look to my left, then right....then back left and I see Mr. Adams walking towards me, pistol in hand aimed at my face. I was all like, "hell naw" and attemped to fire but I was out of ammo. Mr. Adams fired his pistol at me. As I watched the bullet come towards my face a thought popped into my head, "That ageis device I picked up might come in handy right now" With little time to spare and the bullet just inches from my face, I quickly took out my ageis deivce, but first stopping to tie my shoe. I looked up and the bullet was a good 1mm from the tip of my nose. I took a step back to ensure no damage be done to me and then fired the bullet right back at Adams. He is dead now.
The war...is over --- Bless me lord with many sins, In Jesus name I pray amen!