TIFU By liking Pokémon

In my younger years, I was the biggest Pokémon card collector in the neighborhood. I had that street cred for my impressive collection and all the kids in the neighborhood knew that I don't mess around. I had all the cool Pokémon cards that the young children wanted. The girls loved me and the boys envied me. One day, I went to hang out with one of my friends and challenge him to a Pokémon battle. I brought my best Pokémon cards; He immediately knew that I wasn't messing around. I set up the playing field and readied myself into battle position as we took part in this most spectacular event to find out who is the true Pokémon master. I set my deck with one-third of the cards being energy cards and drew seven cards directly after shuffling the deck. "IM READY" I shouted. I realized that my shout had attracted many of the near by kids. Unlucky for me, a Latino around the same age as me was threatened by my awesome presence. He did not want to feel inferior to me so he approached me with his fists tightened and a gaze that looked very much hostile. First thing I did was protect my Pokémon collection, fearing that he would want to have his own way with them. My worst fears became reality, I had been robbed in broad daylight, unable to contest him, knowing that the encounter could get physical.

The next day, me and my friend devised a plan to get my Pokémon cards back and get revenge on the fiend who took them. When the Latino kid went with his family to soccer practice, we jumped his fence and snuck into his house through the back. There it was, my collection of Pokémon cards were right on his desk. I let out a sigh of relief as I start heading back. That's when I noticed an impressive toy collection that he had. I was feeling extra devilish that day and decided to get revenge on him. I took some of his toys with me to break and show him that I am superior. Me and my friend ran back with the Pokémon cards and the toys we stole from him to break. I used a thin metal rod to break the toys. Feeling as awesome as I did, I pretended that I was the Wolverine and that rusty metal rod was a blades that was coming out of my hand. With full force I thrust my hand into the toy. Sadly, I realized that I was not the Wolverine.

The rod went through my hand

TL;DR I ended up stabbing my hand through the middle after trying to get revenge on the kid who stole my Pokémon cards