The sheer power you hold over these people, of life and death, is incredible, and swells your ego. You've always fancied yourself a cut above the rest of your peers but this experience solidifies that status. Here, there is no question that you are superior, almost god-like due to your sheer size in comparison. All it takes is a press of your finger to reduce their buildings to dust, to end their lives beneath the crushing weight of a single digit. You cannot begin to imagine the terror that they must be experiencing, having just watched as you obliterated countless lives beneath your fingertip. To be nothing more than microbes must be utterly horrifying to these tiny inhabitants, you imagine. Still, you're glad the crystal brought this city to you. For once, you can be your true, cruel self without worrying about image or perception. The thoughts of these people hold no weight over you and you are happy to crush them as you would some unwelcome bug. Knowing that they can comprehend their demise, that they can see you as a god before you destroy them makes it all the more savory. Sure, crushing a bunch of mindless insects underfoot is mindless entertainment, but dominating an intelligent species, people with lives and hopes and dreams, that is a euphoria unlike any other.
A brief movement out of the corner of your eye draws your attention. Your two friends have begun to make their escape, away from you and the city before them. Despite the new playthings you have acquired, you aren't content to let them leave just yet. Lazily, you lift a hand into the air and move it over the city. No doubt, the tiny residents probably think you're going to crush more of their buildings beneath your palm, but you ignore the temptation to do so for now, instead focusing on grabbing the would-be escapees. It isn't difficult, and soon you hold them both tightly in your grip. "Really, guys? There is literally an alien city in front of you and the first thing you try to do is escape", you say, improvising a tone of disappointment. Truth be told, you're more interested in examining the city than tormenting your captives. There is just more possibilities with an even smaller scale of people and so you quickly make your mind up. "Stay here while I fuck with this city", you sternly announce. You drop them into an empty pencil case on your desk. They tumble into the dark opening and you go to zip it up. Before fully closing it, you give them a brief warning. "Oh, and if you try to escape, I'll squeeze you 'till you pop, got it?", and with that, you seal them into the dark and pencil-scented prison.
Chaos has engulfed the city. One moment, pedestrians had been going about their day as usual, working, out walking and doing normal things. The next, a great light had filled the sky, like a flash of lightning, magnified like nothing they had ever seen. Soon afterwards, the sky was gone, replaced by the terrifying visage of a teenage boy. His enormity was beyond comprehension and he filled the sky with his smile. Smaller giants could be seen on the horizon, at the eastern end of the city, though they did not share the same callous expression as the bigger one. Many road accidents had occurred, as drivers stared out their windscreens at the sight before them. All across the city, people looked up in fear and horror at the smiling face that gazed down at them. To them, he was a god, and he soon demonstrated his absolute power. It happened so quickly but was more devastating than any terrorist attack or natural disaster. The giant curled all but one finger into a fist, and like a meteor falling from the heavens, brought it down upon the city. It was unstoppable, and he casually killed 564 men, women and children with a single touch. Nothing survived beneath his fingertip, reducing skyscrapers to dust in an instant. It was the end times for them, and pure fear erupted among the populace. Nothing could stop this titan, even without effort buildings toppled over, killing hundreds more. People screamed and cried for the nightmare to end, but their cries for on deaf, and frankly uncaring ears.
You look over the city once more, looking to wreak more havoc. You lower your face closer to the city, trying to get a closer look at the people fleeing below. They are truly tiny, looking no bigger to you than grains of sand, but you can sort of make out their forms if you look hard enough. You feel the need to experiment a bit more with your newfound power. After all, the city takes up a large portion of your desk, and it appears to be fairly industrialised in every corner. There could easily be millions of tiny humans, gazing up at you and wondering if you will kill them next. The thought greatly appeals to you.
You begin again, and give the city a quick blow. Instantly, people, cars and pieces of building are thrown about from the powerful gust. They are all sent flying in the air, smashing into buildings and shops. Another tower is knocked due to your actions but before it can collapse onto the city, you move your palm to catch it. Again, countless more are crushed by your actions but you care little for their death, your attention focused on the building on your hand. You lift it up to your eye to examine it. The windows are all shattered and the base has become deformed. You peer inside to see little red blotches, staining the glass, along with a few survivors. Truly the smallest of your actions is cataclysmic for these people. A great number of lives has already been ended by your actions. Finished with the building, you move your palm over the city once more, and let it fall back down. Glass, steel and rubble descend on the desperate inhabitants, crushing and skewering them like bugs. Next you extend your finger once more and press down on the surface. This time, you drag it across the city, tearing up roads, and demolishing everything in its path. Nothing survives your finger, and a deep trench is engraved across the foundations. You spot a densely crowded group, located in what looks like a city square. You want to move these people, without killing them immediately. Using your nail, you dig it beneath the ground, under the group. Slowly, you lift the section using your nail and grab it with your fingers. Dozens are immediately reduced to bloody remains as you grab the edges, unfortunate enough to have been standing in the wrong place, at the wrong time. You move this section away from the city and onto your other palm and slowly tilt it. You now have a collection of two hundred or so tiny people within your hand, and you ponder what torture to inflict.
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