They were everywhere, behind me, in front,

They were everywhere, behind me, in front, on all sides. a tremor even let me know they were below me. grunting in annoyance, i began to chant the words for a fire cloak spell.

one direction came and destroyed the universe

that's the common preconception of those not in the know but the 'verse triggered its own demise when faced with the lack of multidirectionality

But these worlds were not to last for long, as when you form new worlds without sufficient materials, they

tend to collapse. The force of the destruction of these worlds creates a massive blast of energy that is sent in all directions through space. Harnessing this energy may be

the first of many steps towards atonement. The uselessness of prayer and illusion of forgiveness kept us back all of these years, and the irony of divine intervention wasn't lost

On the commuters going downtown on the Metra. They preferred the designated quiet cars during rush hours. Atonement took place on the way to work for these wage slaves. A sad thing

for the sin-eaters but a fine repast, unless one made an inadvertent noise. Then one had to endure the glares of the Silent until the Metra car delivered all to the daily wage-slav

-e work-house where grunts and groans were met with stifled tittering from the balcony where the obscenely rich watched us for entertainment. And that's how I became a star.