[ WP ] You wake up in a universe where everyone is ALWAYS super strong except you . You 're saught after as a hero for delicate missions where precision and minimal structural damage is ideal .

Ever since that day in April. When the pharma companies began to manipulate THC into what they thought would be an ultra mind dulling substance, actually had adverse effects. To what they truly wished to accomplish increasing addiction levels and stupidity through out the world. 
 
 That day in April the national Holliday for pot smokers everywhere. Also my birthday had come down in smoke. Not only had the smoke made a mad man out of every person who smoked but gave them incredible strength. But with the extreme strength, muscles get hungry and use an abundance of protein. Meat heads, men and women both. Meats began to be packed into sandwiches at an alarming rate! 
 
 Soon, the desire for pickles began to quell the dull taste of meat and bread. although once the need for a strong grip to open pickle jars had exceeded the limits of the glasses strength. People would be bleeding at the hands and mouth, yet they still desired pickles so deeply that any man or woman that could grab a pickle jar would ultimately receive high value. The jar openers had become invaluable. Even more so then super strength. That's where I come in to play. My main mission in life is to serve pickles.
