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Genre - Action, Adventure
Brief Synopsis - In a secluded corner of Brushwood, Colorado, a 16-year-old named Clark believes his father to be a conspiracy theorist and doomsday prepper. Clark's life is a stark contrast to what he sees on TV, with an emphasis on self-sufficiency and combat training. On his birthday, Clark engages in a brutal combat training session, demonstrating their extraordinary combat skills. However, his father's cryptic words hint at a looming mission that involves facing a group called the Crazy Eight, with the fate of the world at stake. Clark's journey into a world of secrecy and intrigue is just beginning, promising a thrilling and mysterious adventure.
Link - TIFU: Ninjas Keep Trying To Kill Me
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Chapter 01: Sixteen Years Of Rage457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmP4pAu4VaD
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At the tender age of 16, I held onto the belief that my father was a bona fide conspiracy theorist, or maybe what most people would call a doomsday prepper. Our residence was nestled in the desolate heart of Brushwood, Colorado, a place that barely saw the outside world. Trips into town were rare and strictly reserved for the essentials: books, clothing, food, and the like.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgYrJT5rSxx
Our home life was not like those I glimpsed on TV during my precious "Recreation Hour." My dad and I each had our own separate sleeping quarters. My room was meticulously arranged, with sheets crisply folded and every surface spotless. Our kitchen and dining area occupied a corner of the house, adjacent to a closet stocked with enough canned goods to outlast the apocalypse. Down the hallway, we had a small living room, featuring an ancient LCD television and a pair of worn-out lounge chairs.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVfTdG1wv1
Our garage had an intriguing purpose, which was why Dad always parked outside. It served as our training ground. You might find it hard to believe, but my father used to be a high-ranking combat instructor in the military, renowned for his ruthless style, which he dubbed "White Tiger."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDsT1aIo64a
On the eve of my birthday, our routine played out as usual - schoolwork, combat training, and chores. But something about Dad's demeanor felt off. Normally, he had a certain spring in his step, but today he seemed unusually introspective. I spotted him at the table, engrossed in writing, a rare sight outside of his sparring notes or pre-city shopping lists.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡESREOTGaNi
Could it be that we were going on a surprise trip to the city for my birthday? While the chances seemed slim, a glimmer of hope persisted. Dad's previous surprises had typically involved late-night skirmishes with strangers in the unknown desert roads. Oddly, I found myself looking forward to trips to the grocery store for the mere chance of social interaction. Would I have an actual cake this year?457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnmCoZXoKfg
I hesitated, recalling Dad's previous stance on cake being detrimental to my health.
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A memory of one fateful night in the Colorado desert still sent shivers down my spine. It was a moonless night, and the desert stretched out in all directions, desolate and unforgiving. The stars above seemed to be the only witnesses to the impending showdown.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNWYei78EVq
I stood at the edge of the makeshift ring my father had marked out in the sand. The dirt was cool beneath my bare feet, and the air was charged with anticipation. Across from me stood a middle eastern man who had the aura of a master of mixed martial arts. He was known as "The Cobra" in underground fighting circles, and his reputation preceded him.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcFVDrRPwIZ
My father's voice echoed in my ears as he acted as the referee. "No rules, Clark. This is survival of the fittest, just like in the real world. Win, and you prove you're ready for the mission."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSOi95G7Y8P
The fight with Cobra was a relentless clash of styles and wills. The Colorado desert, bathed in darkness, provided an eerie backdrop to our showdown. The sand beneath our feet, initially untouched and smooth, was soon churned into a chaotic battlefield. The intensity of the fight could be measured by the deepening impressions our movements left on the desert floor.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDB63HhU8m
Cobra was truly a master, and his reputation for lightning-fast strikes wasn't exaggerated. From the moment the fight began, he was a blur of motion. His fists and feet were deadly weapons, moving with uncanny precision and power. It was clear that he had faced opponents of all calibers and had honed his skills to perfection.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhlB1YFXtUq
But I had an advantage that Cobra couldn't predict. I'd been trained by my father, a former military combat instructor, and my style was a blend of discipline, strategy, and raw determination. I didn't rely solely on brute force; I used my intelligence to analyze Cobra's movements, searching for patterns and weaknesses.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTqSK3KckM6
The dance of combat unfolded as I ducked and dodged, narrowly avoiding strikes that could have ended the fight in an instant. Each move was calculated, a testament to the countless hours of training he had undergone. My footwork was impeccable, allowing him to maintain a strategic distance from Cobra and minimize the damage inflicted upon him.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyMPDnOl0CH
As the minutes dragged on, fatigue began to creep in. The physical toll of the fight was immense, and I could feel the weight of every punch and kick I had thrown or absorbed. My muscles screamed in protest, but I pushed through the pain. This wasn't just about winning a fight; it was about proving myself to Dad and understanding the mission that loomed over me like a shadow.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB3rakmwE9o
"The Cobra” was relentless, and his attacks were as precise as ever. He had a relentless energy that seemed bottomless. But I knew that his moment would come. I had studied his opponent's rhythm, waiting for that one crucial opening.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2H1PvymkF
And then, it happened. Cobra made a split-second miscalculation, leaving himself vulnerable for just a fraction of a second. In that moment, my training and determination took over. With a burst of strength and agility that surprised even myself, I lunged forward, delivering a powerful blow directly to Cobra’s jaw.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLTmbTdlES5
The impact was thunderous, and time seemed to slow as Cobra staggered backward, a look of shock and defeat crossing his face. The silence that followed was broken only by the gasps of those who had witnessed the fight. The desert seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the verdict.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAiILyCQB5h
"The Cobra" crumpled to the ground, defeated but not broken. He had been bested by a young man who had been prepared for this moment his entire life. My father, the silent observer, nodded in approval. This victory was more than a personal triumph; it was a symbol of readiness for the mission that lay ahead, a mission that was still shrouded in mystery but had just become all the more real for me.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLf2dQmhUdX
The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of our labored breaths. My father approached, a rare smile on his face. "You did it, Clark. You're ready."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPbOwL35V7M
I had won the fight, but I still didn't fully understand the gravity of what lay ahead. As I looked out at the vast expanse of the Colorado desert, I knew that my journey was just beginning, and the mysteries of my father's world were far from being unraveled.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNkKTnl4dhS
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With renewed determination, I replaced the broom and, summoning courage, approached my father.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpII1hzyMFf
"Dad, I was thinking… Maybe this year we could go to the grocery store and get a cake for my birthday?"457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8WgeZbRW2H
"Too much sugar will make you heavy, Clark. Like those cows you see on the way to Dairymart. We have to keep you in shape for when the inevitable happens. Now, go finish your chores."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaIsiY1kMZt
Disappointment washed over me, though it wasn't entirely unexpected. I sighed and grabbed the mop.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9wRqZrBq7f
Occasionally, I would inquire about how Dad believed the world would meet its end. He usually brushed off the question, but sometimes, he grew deadly serious. His cryptic response often revolved around the idea that our world would perish when mankind ceased to resist and succumbed to our enemies.
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As I went about completing the list of mundane chores in our home, I remembered one of the many unorthodox lessons my father had imparted to me over the years.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXxXUkH04TY
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It was a hot summer afternoon, and the sun's rays filtered through the dust-covered windowpane. Dad had a way of turning the most mundane moments into opportunities for learning, and this particular day was no exception.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0qV5MRxRlF
"Dad, can you tell me about the history of America?" I asked, curious to know more about the world beyond Brushwood.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡycExjTvNEE
He put down his book, a thick volume about military strategy, and looked at me with a hint of amusement. "Sure, Clark. But forget what they teach you in school; it's mostly propaganda. You see, the real story of America is a bit different."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo5qm6KRXmA
Leaning back in his chair, he began recounting tales of battles and wars that I had never heard of before. He spoke of secret military experiments, covert operations, and hidden agendas. It was like stepping into a world of espionage and intrigue, where the heroes were often shadowy figures working behind the scenes.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtZa3inNv8p
"America has a way of winning wars, son," he said with a sly grin. "Not just with firepower, but with strategy, intelligence, and a willingness to do whatever it takes to protect its interests. Remember, history is written by the victors, and sometimes the truth is a casualty of war."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSHRRzWMIzS
As I listened to my father's unconventional history lesson, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and fascination. It was a side of history that few were privy to, and I knew that I was getting a glimpse into a world that most people would never understand. My father's stories, though filled with secrecy and intrigue, made me proud to be an American, even if our version of history was vastly different from what I had learned in school.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPPyDxk2uyb
I couldn't quite grasp how sparring with strangers in the dead of night would save the world, but I kept my thoughts to myself.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpe1PA8y5kp
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My inner musings were interrupted by the kitchen timer, and Dad's call down the hall.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGshOj5czTk
"Dinner time, Clark!"457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2CQeZ9fHGj
Turning off the vacuum, I returned it to the supply closet. As I approached the dining room, a small box on the table caught my eye. Could this be an actual cake?457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXs6pYSo6LZ
"Let us pray. Bow your head, son."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNS9uVDTSYo
I closed my eyes, taking in my surroundings as Dad had taught me.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzOopmJQEmb
"Dear Lord, I thank you for the sixteen years you have given me with Clark, and for making him such a formidable young man. Our fate rests in his hands, and with your guidance, we will surely continue our nation’s prosperity going forward. We thank you for these provisions…"457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡydfiB7vbHz
While Dad recited his usual monologue, I relied on my heightened senses to detect any anomalies. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, a gentle breeze wafted from the fan down the hall, and an unexpected scent of pumpkin lingered in the air.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm0o6BOfN9u
"We appreciate your guidance, Almighty God. Amen."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ96zmCUcUpU
I opened my eyes, and Dad revealed the contents of the box: a cupcake with orange icing.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYbNRu6tnsc
"Oh, Dad! My very own cake. Thank you so much!"457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTPAhGdrVsU
Dad gestured for me to sit, and we began to eat in silence, knowing that indulging in the cupcake prematurely would likely have consequences. As we dined on pork roast stew, Dad finally broke the silence.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3qNxhai8SS
"Listen, Clark. I can't divulge all the details right now, but tomorrow is a crucial day for our country. You'll be facing a group known as the NK Ninjas, or as I like to call them, the Crazy Eight. They're a highly-skilled combat team from North Korea. You must win this fight because if you don't, the world as we know it will end."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq2kyHxX6vj
As I savored the last bite of potato, Dad's words sank in. Could this be my chance to make a meaningful difference? Or was it just another bout with strangers in the desert?457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDHZrkUWB3v
"Your mission will become clearer tomorrow, but understand that everything I've done has been to prepare you for this moment. I have full faith in you, Clark. Believe in our mission, and you will succeed. No questions. Now, get some sleep - the fight is first thing tomorrow."457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoEa0grOvXr
Questions swirled in my mind, as always, but fatigue overcame curiosity. The clock read 9:13 PM, and I excused myself, heading to my bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVxxzGUu7mv
When I awoke with a start, darkness enveloped me. My eyes were blindfolded, and the frigid Colorado night greeted my senses. The thud of helicopter blades reached my ears, and Dad's trusty Ford pickup idled nearby. Suddenly, the blindfold was whisked away, revealing a scene that left me utterly stunned.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvPpd4qILqp
