>be a Houthi fighter in Taiz
>marry my uncle's qt 9-year old daughter in a splendid cerimony on a high building
>it was nice and not as boring as I thought it'd be, despite everyone including my wife being high on qat
>afterwars, I take my new wife to the roof
>the city is chaotic but it's surprisingly safe
>it's a 16 C late afternoon, the sky is completely cloudless and the last bits of sunlight are shining atop the hills
>I rest at a comfy chair and she sits on my lap
>I grab my soviet-made AKMS with a PSO scope and show it to her
>I softly guide her cute little hands as I teach her how to load a fresh new magazine
>I move my head around and start kissing her passionately as she turns the safety to semi-auto and then to full auto
>my heart beats quickly and a fiery sensation dominates me
>I glue myself to her and we fall to the floor, AK now firmly in my hand
>she gladly allows herself to be slowly undressed by my other hand, revealing the beautiful body underneath
>we convulse in pleasure as I lose all sense of direction and kiss and hug her violently
>confused and excited, I accidentally pull the trigger, but, thank Allah, it was pointed to the sky
>we orgasm as tracer 7.62x39mm rounds rain down on the entire neighbourhood
>suddenly, I hear a loud, mysterious sound coming from the mountains
>still embracing her, I turn my head and see a Saudi jet heading to my general direction
>it sends several milion dollars worth of missiles on my position
>I die carbonized and fragmented into a milion pieces while tightly hugging my qt loli