The sky cracked open with an earth shattering boom. He comes. Down He stepped, into the mortal realm. Every step He took set off earthquakes and destroyed buildings from several miles away. Mortal eyes gazed upon Him and either averted their gaze immediately or went blind. For a time after He arrived all was eerily quiet. There were some screams but soon even those noises died out. The wind roared but it didn’t touch Him. Perhaps it was too scared, as it very well should’ve been. His mighty form slowly opened its mouth and spoke with many voices in a million different tongues, “I am Shaggy, the God of all the multiverse. I have come here for only one thing.” By this point many who were too close simply had their heads explode from the bass and treble of such a voice. Many others went mad on the spot, never to recover from such an epic display of power. He continued. “I am making fucking Mac ‘n Cheese, and NO ONE CAN STOP ME.” In an instant the world knew He was right. They surrendered to His will and did not attempt to stop the One Above All. Any who survived such an event would normally be considered lucky, but not this time. This time, I know from experience. Death would’ve been sweet upon that day. Living with the memory of God’s voice in my head and his haunting message, that’s truly hell.
