Fuck this world its time for a suicide bombing. The OFTL created you like a race of pitch black greasy Frankenstein monsters. You begin hanging out with radicals of the Mollkin Underground. You finally end up strapping yourself full of explosives and driving high speed into that Mega-giant OFTL building downtown at high speed. A wave of suicide bombers strike all over the country at the same time. When you hit the building a massive explosion knocks people down from the force of it up to five blocks away. The OFTL building buckles and then falls apart during a big meeting. Six or the twelve heads of the organization are taken out along with one hundred sixty others. The place is a burning ruin and somehow you where not hurt at all. Your clothes are shredded to crisped fibers but you are fine and you walk away hidden by a two and a half block wide veil of smoke.
Good times.