Granted. It's so awesome it blows you up, one limb at a time. Naturally , your head is last. And the explosions won't kill you till the head. Bassically, You'll painfully.
I wish I could remove and reattach the limbs of my body at will.
I wish I had someone smart and polite to play Sleep is Death with. And no, they can't have killed anyone. Or raped anyone. Or committed any crimes. Or are planning to commit a crime. Or anything I consider immoral. TRY AND MESS THAT UP!
Granted. Along with the rubbish, you have also cleansed the world of bacteria. No-one gets ill, and the human race evolves beyond the need for an immune system. So, when a meteorite containing the flu arrives, everyone dies.
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