I staple your eyelid to your forehead, so you can never wink again. Your identity is lost among Pip-Boy avatars, pushing you into depression, and causing your suicide.
I create 200 super soliders, you kill all of them except a few, then all but one get teleported into some other demension, then the one remaining soldier kills your entire army.
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