I was trying to make a thumbnail about trump's order on Brazil.
https://www.whitehouse.gov/presidential-actions/2025/07/addressing-threats-to-the-us/
But then I got weird and made an AI story and these were the results:
Trump in Brazil breaking the former presening out.
➤ trump punches a juge
Trump’s fist flew through the air like a wrecking ball, knuckles white with rage. The judge barely had time to widen his eyes before the punch connected—CRACK!—his head snapping sideways as spit and a single tooth arced through the neon-lit chaos. The crowd erupted, phones thrust skyward, capturing every brutal second. Security lunged, but Trump was already winding up again, bellowing, “YOU’RE A DISGRACE!” as the judge staggered, clutching his jaw. Blood speckled his robes. A bodyguard grabbed Trump’s arm mid-swing, but he twisted free, snarling, “Try me, loser!” just as a second cop tackled him from behind.

➤ trump does things
Trump’s elbow jerked back, cracking into the bodyguard’s nose with a wet crunch. The man reeled, crimson gushing through his fingers as Trump wheeled around, his tie flapping like a battle flag. “Pathetic!” he roared, driving a knee into the next cop’s gut, doubling him over with a wheeze. The judge scrambled backward, robes tangling around his legs as Trump lunged—only for a taser prong to bury itself in his shoulder.

➤ trump grabs the tasers, says it tickles like a bullet through an ear
Trump’s fingers clamped around the taser wires, veins bulging as 50,000 volts surged through him. “TICKLES LIKE A BULLET THROUGH AN EAR!” he bellowed, spit flying, his teeth bared in a feral grin. The cop’s eyes widened as Trump yanked—HISS—the prongs tore free, trailing sparks and flecks of singed suit fabric.
A scream erupted from the crowd as Trump whirled, swinging the live wires like a lasso. They crackled against a bodyguard’s neck—ZZZT—the man convulsed, collapsing into a table of overturned microphones. Glass shattered.

➤ Brazil enters trade agrement with trump to avoid more pain
Trump’s chest heaved as the Brazilian delegation scrambled backward, their polished shoes slipping on the blood-slicked marble. The trade minister’s tablet clattered to the floor, screen shattering as he raised shaking hands. “P-please, Mr. President—we’ll sign!” he choked out, eyes darting to the twitching bodyguard at Trump’s feet.

Petty tame compare to my Sydney-Sweeney's Jeans AI creepypasta.
I used
https://www.deeprealms.io/play