[ WP ] In a world where criminals and gangsters rule the United States , you , a mentally insane reality warper , decide to overthrow the government , and take it for yourself .

`` This wo n't do. That wo n't do either.'' 
 
 I spent my days in my house, drawing blueprint after blueprint, trying to formulate that particular way to do it. But how on Earth could it be done? 
 
 I remembered that day, when I was deep in my daydreams when I heard the siren. 3 long beeps, 2 short beeps, and then a hundred gunshots followed. 
 
 *Another gangfight*, I thought. I warped out a bazooka and aimed it outside my window. Pulling and holding the trigger, I quickly mentally reloaded it, and my bazooka became automatic. Screams, cries and swearing filled the air as quickly as it stopped while I shot them all down. 
 
 It occured to me that I could not stand the ruckus any longer. What, with those politicians arguing, shouting, fighting and killing each other. It was just another battle between the Democratic Gang and the Republican Gang. 
 
 I knew something had to be done. So I took it up into my own hands. I decided, it would have to be me to be the one who would overthrow them. 
 
 Thinking, formulating, designing, and planning, week after week, month after month. Eventually, I had an idea. *It would be revolutionary! *, I thought. 
 
 I decided to ally myself with the Reform Gang, the weakest gang in the area. I warped myself into their hideout. Immediately, I was greeted with a hundred men pointing their rifles and pistols at my face. `` Calm down,'' I said. `` I just want to join you.'' 
 
 `` Well, who are you? And what do you have to offer?'' boomed a voice from the side. I turned to look. A masked man, with a singlet on, conveniently baring his tattoos stared coldly at me. 
 
 `` I am Marcus Gregory Goodman, but do call me Marley. I can offer you my reality warping skills,'' I announced, as I discreetly created a small H-Bomb, the size of a grenade, just in cased anything happened. `` But who are you to question me?'' 
 
 `` I am none other than the leader of this gang. Each make up the 139 members of the Reform Gang,'' he spoked as he made some hand signals to his gang. 
 
 It was possible to feel the 138 other pair of eyes aiming into my skull with their rifles. 
 
 `` And my gang does n't like random people coming here out of nowhere, claiming random things that they are n't. Boys, fire away.'' 
 
 Immediately, the 138 gunfires I heard had triggered their 138 bullets aimed at my skull. 
 
 But, as I was a reality warper, and I was also insane, I decided to turn around, pluck the bullets off from the now-still air, and stuff each of their stopped bullet up their asses. Then, as I let time continue flowing as per normal, I watched them as they winced from having such an item in them. 
 
 `` Now,'' I turned to the leader and spoke, `` do you believe me?'' 
 
 But I did n't see him standing anywhere. Rather, he was on the floor. Apparently, he had fainted from shock. 
 
 Little did they know, this was only my first step to taking over the United States.
