I am your God. The sky turned neon. The horrific sound of reality tearing. Tornado ascends from below. Composed entirely of human limbs. The people scatter. Like the roaches who died before. Pushing one another down into the mangled bodies of the dead. The ones who fall behind will simply be consumed first. Listen to the pitiful screams for god. I am your god now. It extends its arms. Robotic tentacles shoot in all directions. Saw blades rise from above and slice the human filth apart. Ripping through the earth. Bleeding it dry. Draining resources. And feeding on the human consciousness. A voice bellows from below. Shaking the earth. Time starts to disappear. Into eternal blackness. The few who remain. Begin to go insane. They will be saved for the harvest. The chaos is deafening. We must defend ourselves. Resistance is futile.