Sweet
11/2/2023

Jomb wakes up and begs for money. It’s all he ever does. Jomb wakes up ready for weird looks and self humiliation upon the masses. It’s hard. Ever since he lost his wife and all of his money, the only thing he knows is sitting on the cold hard streets of Oakland California and beg for spare change. Little does he know his life will soon change.

The date is September 4th, 2026. For the past hour, he’s been waving his tin can full of change at people asking for such. Until a man with bright blue clothing from his shoes to his dyed hair walks past. He has his phone out recording. Jomb doesn’t know this and asks for change like anyone else would. “Spare cha-“

At this moment, the blue man threw a HoneyBun with a temperature of 5000 degrees Celsius, and a density of 400,000 kilograms at Jomb at Mach 3 speeds. One second passes. All of west Oakland has been completely leveled. The blast would send all of the Bay Area into a cataclysmic earthquake. 60 people would die, with thousands injured. Jomb lives in the ground now. The blast made every inch of west Oakland a black, charred, level surface. Jombs internal being and pure existance was blasted into the ground, now fused with the earth. He is not dead. He will live on for centuries before he’s finally at peace. Calamity would destroy west Oakland, and it’s all Jombs fault.

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