[u]After all of these days of psychopaths and murderers killing shit, a nice day has finally arrived in the midst of it all. The sun shines down from a bright blue sky, small white clouds comparable to cotton floating lazily through out the sky. At the local orphanage all of the kids are outside, playing on the swing-sets and round-a-bouts as gleeful screams and laughs of joy ring out throughout the playground. Across the street at the pet store people happily are buying cats and dogs, taking them home to a loving family. As this all is happening, a man walks down the street wearing nothing but tight skinny jeans, dark aviator glasses and a bandana that pulls back his brown hair. Around his mouth is a brown mustache and goatee, trimmed with seemingly over-excessive care. His body is strange to say the least, rippled with muscles that would make a professional wrestler jealous. On his hands are fingerless gloves with steel plates screwed onto the back of his hands, most likely to make it easier to punch people and break their everything. As he looks around, he smiles before speaking in an overly manly voice that echoes throughout the whole street.[/u] "[i]MAN, THIS DAY COULDN'T GET ANY -blam!-ING BETTER! MOTHER-blam!-ING BIRDS CHIRPING, BLUE SKIES, NO CLOUDS AND THE SUN SHINING! I ONLY KNOW ONE THING THAT COULD MAKE THIS BETTER![/i]" [u]With a grin, an even more muscular figure appears behind the man that looks almost exactly like him, but a bit older. In the ghostly figure's arms are two massive rocket launchers, each labeled in bold but crude writing "Nukem". With a smile, the figure yells out once more.[/u] "[i]EXPLOSIONS AND SENSELESS VIOLENCE! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH![/i]" [u]With a slight "poomph", the two rocket launchers are fired as their payloads fly in an elegant arc, one landing at the front of the pet shop and the other in the middle of the playground. In a split second, a bright flash followed by a deafening "boom" is heard throughout the city as two small mushroom clouds spiral up in the decimated remains of the playground and the petshop. Bits and pieces of flesh rain down and splatter on the ground in pools of blood as dust and smoke flood the area like a breathless cloud, shrapnel raining down with the smoke. Standing in the middle of the street unharmed by the twisted wreckage is none other then the mad perpetrator of the crime, Russel Explosion High-Five Flexington Torgue. A wide smile across his face, he inhales through his nose as he smells the chemicals and the smoke of burning flesh and wood before breathing out of his mouth in a relaxed explosion. A small disembodied arm bounces off of his chest with a splatter, but the shear muscle mass of his body prevents his skin from rippling whatsoever.[/u] "[i]THAT WAS REALLY -blam!-ING BADASS, ME! YOU DESERVE A MEDAL FOR SHEAR BADASSITUDE![/i]" [u]He takes a small sticker out of his pocket and places it on his chest, the small words reading "you're a super STAR!" With a small cartoony star smiling at the onlooker.[/u] "[i]TODAY IS A GREAT DAY! I WONDER WHAT ELSE I SHOULD MAKE MORE BADASS![/i]" [u]He starts to frolic through the blocks of destroyed buildings and structures as he somewhat daintily dances without losing his footing.[/u] [spoiler]OPEN AS -blam!- MOTHER-blam!-ERS![/spoiler]