so you thought you could be funny you little shit.

i am going to send a dirty cobalt bomb for detonation approximately 5.4 kilometers away from your house so you will suffer a long, agonizing death with your family close by. rest assured knowing there is no hope for you no rescue squad will go even 10 miles near you, and personal aids kits to help you have all been bought by me, your doom bringer. as your body grows weak and you bleed from your gums you will become unrecognizable to your family, and all you can do is wait for death. as the radiation takes on new mutations in all of your family, you will have to sit with the corpses of your family members for several hours, hoping for the end already. your mind will break far earlier than you’re body as you wish you were never born. At this stage you won’t even get to think back to better times, all you will know is pain. After your inevitable death, it is likely your corpse won’t even be recovered, if they can even recognize it. you will be just a number in a news article, eventually forgotten by everyone except me, the one who will seal your fate. all of this because you wanted to be funny. you won't even have time to regret your decision as I will resurrect you anonymously, subjecting you to the same torture, over and over again. I will eventually, after hundreds of simulated years, plant the idea in your head that it will ultimately end. Though it will never come, You will cling to this hope for the rest of your lifetime.