Snippet #1748799

It had ended long ago. There was no need to take one's time or draw it out. Those that didn't die from the initial collapse of buildings or the sudden sprouting of the pillars were unfortunately more likely to experience their deaths with more vivid sentience, but it wouldn't be long. The remainders who survived the early shock of physical forces weren't long for this world even if they hadn't received any injuries. The cold, both from the sudden ice absorbing heat and Daniel's actual ability, would soon lull them out of this coil and into the next. They would even be spared their current pain due to the quiet comfort of the numbing chill they certainly felt, at least before it took hold completely. As it has been so throughout time, now is no different. There is no need for sadism; it is for the idiotic and the wastes. There is no need for hatred; it is for the shortsighted. As such there was no malice in the attacks, well not his anyway, and it was only a moment before the only sound was crumbling ice and dripping water.

Daniel now resided upon a dark brown recliner he had retrieved from one of the retailers nearby. It wasn't fine leather or the most expensive thing he could find amongst the debris, it was what seemed most comfortable and as such it was hastily moved atop the structure so that he may take in the poetic beauty of his first visit to the city. Unfortunately such a thing was ruined by recurring sounds made by the much less subtle people who had joined him in such a visit. "They have the powers of gods but they can't do a damn thing without making a mess or causing an uproar." Fortunately the recliner mechanisms still worked and he leaned back into its soft embrace as he dissipated the cold that was no longer needed and watched the sunlight glisten off the streaming sleet. They would eventually find him or they would move on; either worked for him really since the former ensured security while the latter ensured something more discreet than that bunch.


A lack of patience or a lack of effort had caused this problem, there was no ulterior motives and there was no reason to act now. Outside of broadcasts being sent into what could properly be referred to as a large and unkempt cemetery, information was being kept on an incredibly high level of scrutiny and those idiotic new channels have already been threatened with traitor brands if they speak any more than what they are told to. Weapons were being gathered, UAVs were beings armed, artillery was already established, and while any of these actually stopping the little pissants who ruined her day was very unlikely, it was as good as it would get on this short notice. The ships would need hours to come within range with the more effective weapons and an attempt was better than making up excuses later.

Taking another drag from her quickly dwindling cigarette, Sophia stared out the window of her current office. "They just had to do it here." When she released a large cloud of smoke from her somewhat dry throat, she let out a sigh. "I fuckin' hate the west."

Realizing that she should probably refrain from making that certain statement public, considering the current events being what they are, she gripped the stick of paper and tobacco between her lips and took a seat in the chair behind her current desk. It wasn't her chair; her chair had cushions molded from constant use to form around her as she worked. This chair was stiff, something you would give to some lowly office worker who just got promoted to his first tiny bit of personal space. The constant sunshine and the busted AC, there being more pressing issues then the office's level of comfort and all, left the room with stale and burning air. The former was the real problem since no one ever considered owning a fan to be relevant when industrial sized air conditioners were so prevalent. Pressing in the little red button on the speaker, one of the few objects that adorned this thing that was not her desk, she spoke. "Send them in. They need to be briefed on the current situation and the planned course of action." Upon finishing she immediately removed the wire from the antiquated machine, leaving it lifeless to avoid hearing that annoying voice again.