A true story related to home-made bombs but totally off-topic in terms of gameplay. Ignore if you like.
Many years ago at the comprehensive school, we had this kid who was really into bombs. He didn't pay attention to anything but whenever our beloved Physics teacher mentioned bombs, explosions, gunpowder or anything like that, he instantly sharpened up. The teacher was glad he actually was interested in something, but was already getting fed up with the bomb-kid's constant demands: "Let's build a hydrogen bomb! But Mr. Sejase's class built one!" and so on. It wasn't exactly a mystery to anyone that this kid loved bombs.
Christmas break came, and then, New Year. Plenty of fireworks. And guess what, the bomb-kid came to school with his right arm wrapped in bandages. The teacher was midly amused to see this, and said "Do I need to even ask what happened to that hand of yours?". The kid replied: "I bought a lot of fireworks, extracted the gunpowder and put them in a 1,5 litre soda bottle. Then I put a fuse in through the bottle's mouth and lit it. The fuse fell in the bottle sooner than I thought so I couldn't get my hand away in time and had some burns." The teacher smiled and asked "Well, I assume you learned something from this?" to which the bomb-kid replied...
Yes, teacher, I did. I should've drilled a hole in the bottleneck and put the fuse through it instead of the bottle's mouth.
I haven't heard of the bomb-kid since then. I guess he's either the bomb-adult or a crater now.