THE DUNGEN

It was a horrible nightmare. One of horrible horrid accumulatively bad proportions. Suddenly, your door flies open, breaks off its hinges, and flies through your window. You hear an explosion in the distance. Your mom stomps into the room, staring at you with an evil glare akin to one of a tired evil super-evil rat-type creature in your favorite cartoon, Garfield. "Carl, get up already, or I'm gonna have to start this Nerf war, and it ain't gonna be pretty, bud." You already have your Nerf N-Strike hidden under your covers. You've waited for this day ever since the Nerf badge was handed down to you by your father.