This choice: Who is up for a game of Godzilla • Go Back...Chapter #5Routine Business by: Kilbil   "WHO'S UP FOR A GAME OF GOD-ZILLA!?!"
She made her declaration as loud as she possibly could, hands cupped into an oval around her mouth as she spread the good word of her inevitable rampage. The soundwaves coursed through the city, rupturing eardrums and cracking windows for miles around from the sheer force that she put into her words.
You weren't any better off yourself, as she was but a measly few feet from your office on the 36th floor of your workplace, granting you the honor of having to endure the full force of her oath to destruction, as the windows outright shattered completely, sending a hail of broken shards your way. The only reason you weren't a pincushion of glass shards right then was pure instinct, as you kicked over a plastic table and ducked behind it just in the nick of time.
Your co-workers...weren't so lucky, their bodies littering the carpet floors all around you as shards of glass pierced them like shish kababs
Wait, shish kababs were more like one big stick going through multiple pieces of meat, while this was a case of multiple pieces of glass going through one big piece of meat. A reverse shish kabab, then?
Unfortunately, you would have to ruminate on the exact terminology at a later date, as the sounds of carnage approached closer and closer to you, your mind somewhere far, far away as your legs took you down the winding steps of the emergency stairs out back, just out of sight from the merciless giantess outside.
It came to you, as your mind completely disassociated from this mortal coil, just how rude the giant woman was being. She didn't even bother with the pleasantry of addressing the city with a name. As far as she was concerned, they were all the same crunchy little boxes filled with larva that she had come to know and love.
How rude, but nonetheless expected of her.
Once you managed to make it all the way to sweet, sweet ground, and had managed to hightail it far away to a nice little cubby deep in the outskirts, you ruminated on your current situation. Technically, what you were doing was a one-way ticket to losing the cushy office job that It was company policy to continue working on whatever projects you had until a direct attack by a giant became undeniable. Considering how the policy's worked out for the rest of your co-workers, you weren't going to risk jack shit for that!
At least not before you got a raise and a better insurance package.
After far too long, waiting around as the sounds of falling concrete and tumbling lumber droned on in the distance, eventually there came a time where the destruction and rhythmic earthquakes ceased, the only noises left being the sounds of sirens blaring on and on in a discordant symphony of blaring sounds. She had finally left, no doubt fully satisfied with her handiwork, and ready to move on to the next city to create another masterpiece of destruction. That, or she got bored.
It was looking increasing like it the latter, as you walked among the newly christened ruins. Most of the two-story buildings were left completely intact, while the skyscrapers looked like practically skeletons of themselves. If only that apathy had spared your apartment, the upper half completely torn off and left as nothing but rubble.
And you had just paid off the mortgage on the penthouse, too.
With nothing else left to do, you walked away from the scene towards the nearest phone booth you could find. You had to notify your boss that you weren't dead again.
Inevitably, there would be news crews crawling all over the place once the giantess was safely in the distance, far away from the scene of destruction. There would be countless outpourings of on-the-field interviews and live reports showing the devastation. There would be testimonials and tv dramas and for months to come.
And then nothing would change, and all would be forgotten, until the next time this happened. It was a rather familiar and comforting pattern for most in these ever-changing times.
Perhaps one day, there would be a day where humanity would not Giants may not have had the most...positive reputation, but a man could dream.
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