Made of DMND
The next guy is pooped by bombs.
luckily, the digestive juices of the bombs from which I was pooped couldn't penetrate the plastic bag I was in, testing how long I could survive.
The next person openned the bag and was over-exposed to the smell of sweat and dirty clothing, nearly killing them.
I find a safe, tungsten bunker where I come up with a hydra-head-cutting machine that cuts every head that pops up, leaving me to walk away unscathed.
The next user has to deal with the hydra after the universe runs out of hydra-head-cutting machine materials.
i am Harry Potter, i kill them all
the next user is a voldemort.