In 1988 there was an epic game called Clash of Clans. The inventor of that game wanted to destroy the world. But how?
The inventor and his people wanted to make the game alive. And they did it! After that, people went crazy because houses were destroyed and people died. Soldiers were not at there level. Giants and archers were crazily destroying the walls. There was only one solution. Bomb the controller of all these. But there was a trap: when we bombed it there was a guy using laser. And that person is the president of the world and he is under the control of the enemies. And now the world exploded because under the president of the world was a bunch of bombs. BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh hi I am not dead yet because it was just a dream but it actually happened in real but they retreated and will continue their attacks next time.
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