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like it could have been everybody, actually. All
of them dead or dying like himself. No car
could do all of that. In fact, there were several
cars joining him in the air. All of them were flip-
ping end over end very rapidly. There were dead
people in them too.
There were trees in the air.
Houses in the air.
And the ground! My God, the ground! It had
dissolved!
As the memories of the annihilation poured
back into his mind, becoming more vivid as they
accumulated, a peculiar thing was happening.
The wall he had been staring at for some time
was reflecting his changing mood about the inci-
dent. There was an abrupt evolution of perspec-
tive taking place. On Earth, as his old self, the
sight he was recounting would have been the
most ghastly, gut-wrenching spectacle imagina-
ble. It was his own death, along with the deaths
of countless others. He had every reason to
believe the whole world died that instant. Such a
notion was unspeakable. Beyond emotion or
tears. At least it should have been.
Instead, the image in his mind, on the wall,
had an altogether,different significance now.
All of those graphic deaths...
The wall formed a void.
...and the magnitude of that epic destruction...
The void began screaming.
..it was...
"it was what?"
...it was...
"tell us."
...it was beautiful.
Left to right: The fashion magazines may be busy warping young
girls' minds with images of little hips, but Jesse Hotchkiss would
rather get his hands on a big, meaty one. Killa Kalis puts the heat on
Love Park with a switch tailslide on a chest-high ledge with the help
of some plywood and cinderblocks. The secret to a good frontside
slider is keeping the rail closer to your back truck than the front truck,
but you don't need to tell Rich Adler that.
-Adam Creagan