Before you can realise what has happened, you lose consciousness once more, the world collapses around you, pulling itself from your perspective. And then, silence.
Light. Bright light. That's the first thought that fills your notably groggy mind. Slowly, you peel open your eyelids, not realising that you are no longer lying on the soft grassy backyard but instead of standing up. As soon as it had overwhelmed you, the nausea leaves you, and your senses come alive. A number of factors bombard you as you gaze out, free from your pensive slumber:
1. You are standing in what appears to be a city, but at a much smaller scale.
2. You're standing. In a city. Full of tiny cars, tiny buildings, tiny roads.
3 Holy shit, you're a giant
All these stimuli send your mind racing. You crane your head downwards, to look upon the erratic movements of what look like...people! They scurry around your runners, no doubt bewildered at the obtrusive rubber-soled monoliths. Your feet are planted in some sort of park, in the apparent centre of this little city.You don't appear to have killed any of the little critters yet, but they undoubtedly have been affected greatly by your sudden appearance. You can see people abandon their crashed vehicles, entire swathes of frantic townsfolk, making their way through the narrow roads like little ants. The image makes you laugh a little, and you feel at ease with your new surroundings. Beside your feet lies the crystal, probably the instrument that delivered you to this strange new world. Interestingly, neither Jake nor Eric appear to have been transported with you, which you consider as a bonus. No doubt you'd have to deal with their idiotic antics, instead of focusing on this possibly-alien race you've discovered. You debate your next move. Any move would invariably lead to a few casualties, you surmise, but the minute scale of these beings forbids you to interpret them as fellow humans. They may well be intelligent, but to you, they hold no more significance than ants, creatures unfortunate enough to find themselves at the feet of...a god.
The thought of you as a god-like being to these things is one you savour. Secretly, you've always harboured a great enjoyment for flaunting your power over smaller, weaker things. Now you have a real chance to fulfill the role you've always dreamed about.
"You guys are sooo fucked", you announce with glee. You're not even sure if they can understand you but the heightened intensity of their desperate attempts to flee suggest they do. You grin from ear to ear. You have an entire world to torment, all to yourself. Now the fun can begin.
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