Suddenly you feel a great impact at your back, as though some new weapon hit you. You begin to turn around but as you do, the ground under you rises into the air..! Before long, the skyscrapers that you were just kicking over are as tall as you. "Hey!" you scream out to Jake and Eric on either side of you but by the time you get it out, you two of them have grown above you by miles! You stretch your neck up to see their bare legs extending into the sky above, connecting to their towering torsos and heads that are far above the clouds. No! You're tiny now!
You lower your eyes and look all about you in panic. The only consistent thing of note is that everything -- EVERYTHING is flattened and crushed, as though some giant, flat, waffle iron came down and squashed the whole place indiscriminately. You realize that is almost precisely what happened -- but not with a waffle iron. Instead, you realize, it was beneath the waffle-like patterned tread of your formerly gigantic sneaker. The cars on the road are just crumpled, flat colorful metal rectangles. Normally they would be life-sized to you, but because one of your feet was planted on this location just a few seconds ago, nothing on the ground extends up more two or three yards. Everything -- including what is left of the buildings, cars, and trees -- are of almost *exactly* level height to each other, due to the flatness of the underside of your sneaker. There are squashed humans as well, but not many. You prop your feet up against your knees and realize where most of them are: still stuck to the bottom of your feet like smashed ants. You are struck by the fact that you might end up the same way, if you don't get out of here. You quickly run down the lifeless road before you, opposite the direction of Eric and Jake's lumbering forms. The two of them stamp loudly away after only a few seconds after exchanging words so booming and low that you can hardly understand. You see tall buildings just a few hundred more feet down the road, along with moving vehicles and the distant figures of humans. There are no fires there, no destruction. A clear line of wreckage delineates the border of that untouched zone, which you recognize as the edge of your giant, smoking footprint. Past the fires and the wreckage, you take cover just behind the last destroyed building. You peer around the side and see crowds of people gathered at the edge of the road before it cracks, just outside this destroyed area, looking with fear and amazement at what took place here. You aren't sure if they will recognize you or not. If they recognize you, then probably they won't be too pleased that you were content to simply stand on top of their civilization while examining them for fun. Then again, they did strike at you with their military. Maybe you can convince them that you aren't so bad. What do you want to do?
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