dropping a nuke that he has under his bed on someone that pissed him off that he met online...
But it was all for not, for you see...
He had no nuke, he was not a navy seal, nor did he have an F-35. He was a 13 year old boy living in his parents house, scared, alone, and not understanding why the world seemed to be against him. He struggled everyday to try to be like, "the other children", but it was a fools errand. His awkward ramblings, his affinity for lies, and his grotesque appearance would never allow him the experience of any meaningful relations with anyone except the clinically insane, and even then... it was a stretch.
He woke up, after crying himself to sleep to find the world had not changed, he had not changed, the only difference from one day to the next was he was a day older and a day closer to his inevitable suicide.
He strolled into the bathroom taking down the front of his pokemon pajamas's that his mother had bought him for his birthday rather than the Springfield 1911 than he, "Really wanted because vampire ninja's from the planet colon were coming and he needed to defend the human race" to reveal only that yes, his penis was still the size of a half eaten and shriveled circus peanut. After re-leaving himself of the Hawaiian punch that was drunk earlier that night; mind you it wasn't much because the majority of it was left in bed after urinating on himself during his sleep, he strolled back into his room to sit down at his only semblance of what he considered to be a tolerable reality, the computer.
He fired up Internet Explorer (ha!), and navigated to...
