"When I was two, I was kidnapped by assassins - who trained me in art of assassination. This all ended the year I turned thirteen. On that year, my home was raided by ninjas. I, once again, was taken to be trained, but this time in the art of ninjustu. When I turned eighteen, I was out on my own. There were three people, whom I never heard their names, that tried to attack me. With no weapon to defend myself, I noticed that one of them carried a pocket knife. Before I could react, the one armed, attempted to stab at me. Grasping the blade from the person's hand, I stabbed all three of them; causing them to bleed out."
Thinking on this memory, it was one of the funniest things I've ever done.