This choice: Let's try to help these little people. • Go Back...Chapter #4Let's try to help these little people. by: akatheguy   "Cool!" called Eric as soon as he realised what you already knew - that you were in a world of miniscule people. Immediately he lifted his foot and planted it indiscriminately in the city, causing a shockwave that threw several of the miniscule people to the floor and crushing another couple of dozen... as well as causing several thousand dollars' (or whatever their equivalent was) worth of property damage.
"Stop!" you called out to him. Eric had always been a little predisposed to violence and you could see a scary look in his eye. He had gotten drunk with power very quickly, and you were a little scared of what he might do.
"What?" he responded. "This is awesome!" he took another step, killing yet more tiny people senselessly. Jake, at least, stood where he was - quiet and reserved as always. There was a look on his face of sheer awe, though.
"Stop!" you called again, as the screaming from below increased in volume. You could see them begin to panic and run away.
You turned to Eric. "Look," you said quietly. "You can kill them all and make them hate us, but that's not going to last. You'll get bored of it after an hour and all you'll have done is murder a bunch of people."
He rolled his eyes. "You're such a buzzkill."
"Listen. Why don't we make this last? The three of us are gods here, and we've got the only way to get to this world." You indicated the crystal in your hand.
"So? If we're gods, we should-"
"Be worshipped," Jake cut in, understanding your meaning.
"Exactly."
"What do you mean?" asked Eric, narrowing his eyes.
"I mean, we should make these little people worship us. Fear us, but love us too. We can be proper gods. They can build us a throne. They can obey our every whim. And rather than senselessly murdering them all and wasting this opportunity," you said as you gestured pointedly at the craters made by Eric's careless stomps, "we can make this last."
Eric frowned. "Alright. I guess that makes sense."
"Exactly. I know you better than that. You're weird, but you're not a genocidal maniac."
He punched me in the arm.
"Alright," said Jake. "So how do we go about ruling the world?"
I frowned thoughtfully, then looked around to see what looked like a news helicopter buzzing around nearby at about chest height. You smiled, then gently reached down. Carefully avoiding the spinning blades - which would still have been painful - you grabbed the bottom of the copter gently between thumb and forefinger, then brought it to your face.
Inside, you could make out the pilot, who wore an appropriately terrified expression, and behind him a reporter and cameraman. You turned the chopper around so your face was on camera, then smiled broadly.
"Hello," you said quietly, so as not to startle the occupants of the chopper. "Cut the engine," you demanded.
The pilot complied quickly, turning off the copter's engine and allowing the blades to spin slowly to a stop. Your smile widened still and Eric gave a chuckle behind you as he peered over your shoulder.
The reporter seemed to be shouting something, but you didn't hear them. You thought for a second, then delivered your manifesto.
"The three of us are divine beings," you said, making it up as you went. "We have descended from a higher plane of existence to rule your world. We demand worship and loyalty, or the consequences will be severe. Far more severe than what Lord Eric just delivered to you..."
"Lord Eric?" came his voice from behind you, and you kicked him gently.
"In return for your undying loyalty," you continued, "we will help this world. We will bring food from the land of the gods to you, the puny mortals...none will go hungry again. If necessary, we will be the deciding factor in any wars. We will judge your criminals and punish them with the harshness they deserve; your prisons will be kept empty."
The news reporter's lips moved wordlessly and you smiled. You placed the chopper gently down on the roof of a nearby skyscraper and spoke again, this time more loudly, to the rest of the city. "To all those running away, come back now. Do not run from us. We are your immortal gods. Treat us as such, or this world will be an ashen mess. I am Lord Matt. This is Lord Eric, and this is Lord Jake. Learn these names. They are the only ones that matter now."
You turned your back to the city and towards your friends. "How was that?" you whispered.
They both looked stunned. "That was...uh...weird," said Eric.
"Good weird?"
"We'll see."
You smiled.
"Look, I'm gonna head back and grab some food. Make good on our promise. Just some bread, some chocolate, maybe some sandwich meat, that kinda thing."
"Wait, what about us?" said Jake.
"Stay here and get acquainted," you said. "Don't move too much, you'll crush more stuff. Just maybe sit down. I'll be 5 minutes, tops."
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