You rise off of your couch and walk out the door on a mission. You flip the short blonde hair out of your face, your DD breasts jiggling in the grey tank top you had slung over your tight fitting yoga pants. It was the day of your uprising, the day in which you ensured that your dynasty be established as the elite world superpower of all time. The Amy Empire was on the date of it's birth.
You walk to your car and drive to the center of New York, times square specifically. You walk up the steps into the center of the square, passing by your unknowing subjects. You stand upon the platform above all, and conjure a shrinking power of which you had never done before, watching as the innocent citizens of the world dwindled down to the ever so tiny size of 2 inches. The world came to a stop as it's fate changed forever, you standing a now depicted as towering 5'6 over the screaming cries of the unrescuable.
You turn to see all of the screens focused on you, and you look into the tiny camera man standing on the ground. You lean in towards him, squatting to even see him in a clear view. "See me world? I am Amy! Empress! Ruler! Goddess!" you tell the camera man before slipping off your shoe and squashing the man into a tiny bloody pulp.
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