[ WP ] A man wakes up one day to find that he had gained a superpower . The next day , he gains another , completely random and new superpower . This continues everyday . At first , everything seems fine , even awesome . Until his randomly generated superpowers started to conflict with each other ...

It started with a dream. In it, i stood atop a hill overlooking a battlefield drowned in red. Bodies cut to shreds, their swords and armor cut into pieces. Broken metal soaked in crimson reflected a moon no longer shining. And I awoke, my blanket cut to ribbons laying in a pool of sweat. I felt something was different, something was... off. But i could n't figure it out. At least, not instill my butterknife cut through my table as i cut an apple for breakfast. I realized I could feel the blade, could sharpen or dull it as i wanted. It was bizarre, but i felt that i had to do something. So, i bought a deck of cards. i spent the day throwing them, practicing. A little concentration and i could have them cut through a tree two feet thick with but a flick of my wrist. It was incredible but exhausting, and i retired for the evening. That night i had a dream. I floated high above the clouds, looking down on a world fading to darkness. I rose higher, and higher, and higher still and the world disappeared into the darkness of the void below. And i awoke, floating 2 feet of my bed. Of course, i then fell onto the bed which was n't fun, but whatever. i could FLY!! i grabbed my deck of cards and ran outside, jumping into the air and soaring higher than any bird dared to go. I looked down, and i saw a world spread before me. And i pulled out my cards. And I cast them down to earth, the very air torn to ribbons. I focused on the air. I felt it's currents. I felt the wind that carried me. And I turned it to blades. The cards struck the ground, cutting through stone like melting butter. The air sliced the world, and the world bled. I turned my gaze to the sky, the sky turned black, and i fell as my world, too, turned to darkness. I woke up in the dirt, a slight crater caused from my fall. I stood in pure darkness, a moonless night. Looking up, i saw no moon and yet i felt the clock strike midnight. And i had a dream. A world reborn, made from the infallible. Made from metal, machines, from energy. A perfect world, a world capable of reaching other worlds. I held up my hand, and saw it was not a hand. it was pure energy. And my body was not my body. It was power! I awoke in the dirt, but i was not dirty. There was no light, yet i could see. I had cut the world to pieces, but this world was not all here. I turned my gaze upward and flew. A lightning bolt became my body, and faster still i traveled upward to an orbiting light. And as i merged my consciousness with the satellite i entered a whole new world. Powered by myself i delved into the data stream, and turned on this perfect existence. Created it. Birthed it. I had cut the world to ribbons, but i will build another. And this one will be glorious.
