"Shit! It's the fucking military!" I said audibly to myself. "They have come here to spoil my fun". I had just demolished a small building. It was the fucking police station, of all the luck, as, hands on hips, I looked down at the debris around my right boot.
The next thing I heard was a loudhailer, a big one as I wouldn't have heard otherwise (lol). "You! Come out! With your hands up!". This seemed really silly, I was much bigger than them. "Doh! Stupid bitch! What are you worried about?" I said as I slapped my forehead with my right hand, accompanied with a rattle of bracelets up my right arm. "You're big, you can just step on them....".
I smiled. "What was that you said?", I asked almost sarcastically as I stepped on another low rise watching it collapse blocking up half the street.
They were having none of it. "You! Come forward with your hands up!"
"OK, OK", I said scaresely stifling a giggle. I put my hands above my head and walked forward.....
"Whoah! STOP!", was the response as I just continued forward, stepping on the assembled hardware in front of me crushing it into so much scrap metal. Police and troops started fleeing much to my delight, say hello to the goddess.
However some of them opened fire and planes attacked.........
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