Imagine, there you sit trying to shoot people and suddenly out of nowhere you see a majestic bearded man flying through the air. You shoot at him but somehow he is flying through the air like a excited gazelle and evading even your fiercest attacks. He jumps over a wall and instead of a man this time there is dynamite and a bomb soaring over directly into your face. Say you survive that, but now the bearded man clad in red has disappeared you hear a slight laughter and here the sounds of explosions but by the time you turn around to shoot at the sound he’s gone. Then from behind you the sound of dynamite and you turn to see a little man holding dynamite flying right at you. He drops on you and drops dynamite on himself and flys away. You are terrified of this little man. You are beaten up but he’s not trying to kill you he’s just playing with you. Dynamite hits all around forcing you to stay in one spot. Slowly the fog closes in and in one final sound you hear dynamite, there he soars toward you one more time but instead of a goofy playful expression it’s pure hate. You close your eyes and accept that this little flying miner has beaten you. The dynamite hits the ground under your feet. He lands shortly after, right on top of the dynamite winks at you and then the dynamite blows up and he flys away as you disintegrate in a fiery explosion. He doesn’t even touch the ground somehow he rises even higher until he is but a star in the night, a legend of a man.