Ren wanted snacks.
Got apocalypse instead.
A random gangster says something that sounds like a toddler made it up.
Suddenly: gangs panic, police go feral, the government loses its pants, and the military is like “yeah let’s nuke a bar.”
Meanwhile, Ren’s trying to find his TV remote.
No chosen one. No destiny. Just one guy whose only crime was existing near plot.
Warning: Contains violence, conspiracy, and absolutely no common sense.
Perfect if you like chaos, crime, and confusion in that order.
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