I had read so many articles about the incompetence of the world's leaders, the pigs constantly handed power to abuse, and the future set up for my generation to never live. It was all so incensing to read that I sent out letters to government officials, politicians, and even to the president. Yet all I got back, if anything at all, were automated letters that ignored many of the points I had made and dodged my requests. Force, I thought, might be the only thing they would listen to.
After reading an infuriating article about police officers acquitted for beating a homeless man to death, I threw one of my pens, wishing I could do the same to one of those pigs, and it dissolved in thin air, annihilated. It was later when I realized that I had the power necessary to clip reins onto the world's governments.
I started small, holding a bank hostage, and pranced in with a rifle for show and a demand to the media that soon followed for the state governor to personally meet me so that we may together discuss the laws I find faulty. Yet all I received in response were SWAT officers playing out the military fantasies they probably fulfilled off the clock via their war video games. Yet they discovered—or didn't—that when their lives were spent, there was no Continue? option. It was frightening to watch, even for me; I had tested my power on rocks, trees, grass, the insides of bottles, but never an animal or a person, and I had never intended to. But watching them simply vanish before my eyes—dissolved like sand sculptures carried away on an arid wind—unsettled me to the point where I had vomited during my own holdup.
When a sniper's round whizzed by my head some short span of time later, I saw that negotiations were off the table. Infuriated, I destroyed the entire building where the sniper had taken roost. I suffocated the hostages by destroying the oxygen in the air with my power and then slipped out.
I laid low for a few weeks, letting the holdup turn into stale news before reminding the state that I still existed. I made my request simple: for the governor to meet me in a confined location alone, else I would destroy my own hometown within a week.
One week later, no response beyond a mandatory evacuation order to the citizens. So I showed the governor that I'm a young man who upheld his promises. I set up a camera on a tripod to capture the scene, and then I used my power to disintegrate the entire city in one fell swoop. It was a surreal experience, watching an entire city break down before my eyes. It was like watching an invisible swarm of locusts who descended there on their quest for a cure to their insatiable hunger. And in less than a minute, it had all vanished: the homes of 1.5 million people and scores of skyscrapers gone, just like that.
I uploaded the video to the internet with a promise to the world leaders that I would do the same to their own cities should they not comply to my demands for peaceful contact.
That was more than two months ago, and I've yet to receive any sort of response other than labels as a terrorist and the world's most dangerous man alive. I've been in hiding so far, but I haven't been twiddling my thumbs in that time. I've mapped out my plan for world peace, thought of every possible course of event that could take place, and memorized every painstaking detail. I've also made a promise to myself: To achieve my end goal even if I must wipe out half of this damned world.
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