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“Oh…Oh shit,” Pink said under her breath as she lowered her prop rifle and stared, wide-eyed through the tinted plastic window of her helmet. The booth. The person working it who’d made those goofy little finger-guns at her. Where? She looked at the plastic blaster she’d worked a painstaking amount of time on, wondering what the hell had happened to it. The prop was good quality, but it wasn’t meant to shoot out a literal beam of light at someone! And it certainly wasn’t built to vaporize people! Her heart was hammering in her chest as she looked around desperately. No witnesses. “Am I getting punked or something?” she whispered nervously as she began gently approaching the now vacant patch of floorspace where a small artists’ table had been just a moment before.
You couldn’t believe your eyes as the ground under you shook like mad. It was a Magnitude 8 earthquake, making your table dance along the floor as you fell to your knees, then onto your face. There were no alarms for this though, no ambient screaming, no roofing falling in on the crowds looking for something to spend their money on at the maze of tables and booths. There was no real earthquake…just the rumble of footsteps coming from a Pink Mandalorian the size of the Empire State building!
THOOOOOM!
A wave of air-pressure exploded from under the dirty bottom of her massive boot, sending you sprawling as your ears rang from the impact. Watching shit collapse on Youtube was nothing like this…video didn’t capture the quaking or the deafening sounds from thousands of tons hitting the ground!
THOOOOOOOOM!
You couldn’t hear yourself think anymore over the ringing in your ears. Crawling pathetically towards the overturned table and the sprawled mess of your artwork, you panted while your heart hammered deep in your chest. This was some kind of nightmare! People didn’t just shrink like this. The cosplays were good at the con, but shit like this was out of a sci-fi movie!
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A deep shadow swept across the ground, swallowing you and the table up as you craned your neck up to the sky and saw only the endless flat sole of this cute girl’s boot sole looming above you like some scene out of “Inception.” The ground was the sky…and the sky was falling towards you as the roar of wind shook you to your core. Closing your eyes tight, you screamed at the top of your lungs, waiting for the impact….
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