Gods and Mountain Dew

The city burned, fire lighting up the sky. 

I watched as the ants on my screen ran in terror away from the flames while the cars on the street just continued to drive their predetermined path. Much like fate, they were stuck on a path that they couldn't avoid. And when I dropped the Space Alien down on top of there roads, they vanished from sight.

Digital death, I have come to serve it.

Oh, the people of JackOff Heights had been good to me. But truly, I had been good to them first. When I first started this game of Sim City, it was but a barren place of land. Too rocky. No water. No green. And yet, I had a vision. Schools were added, housing followed. Power plants and parks. 

It became a place of peace.

Oh, sure the people had their issues in the beginning. They didn't understand why I had so many roads or why I thought -I- was worthy of their taxation. They even dared to drop my mayor rating when I allowed for that prison to be built miles away in the hillside. Yet, when the subsidies and tax breaks came from such an endeavor, who was the one they cheered?

I had parades cast in my name as the city grew. I put in a stadium and we got a sports team. Oh, and the barren wasteland was transformed into a garden oasis. Once again, the people complained. My polling numbers diminished. They threatened with protest over my use of government funding to put in grass and lakes.

And yet... I became their god when we had an influx of people enter JackOff Heights. They worshiped me like the golden cow that I was. More parades followed. More additions gained. More people declaring me to be the mayor of the year -- no... the century. 

It got to the point where my crazy side projects were never criticized. They trusted me, believed in me. They put up with my eccentric ideas such as switching from American coal to solar power. They had seen me rise to the occasion so many times that they knew that I wouldn't let them down.

The fools.

You see, destruction of a home is a mere slap on the wrist. People can find new homes and new jobs. They can find new parks to take their kids too and new sports team to cheer for. Losing a town that one hates is not a loss, its an opportunity. 

I didn't want to give an opportunity.I wanted them to suffer a fate worse than that. 

I wanted them to lose a God. 

As I chugged from my Mountain Dew, I watched with splender as my urban renewal initiative caught ablaze. The flames followed the grass to the houses to the buildings to the solar panels that blew. I made sure to decimate the police station with meteors when they tried to respond to the alien rampaging through their streets. I laughed as my people begged for help only to find that their God was now silent to their pain.

I am Jehova. 

Fuck you, JackOff Heights. At least we don't have too many roads now, bitches.