Survive
James Moriarty – formerly known as Harry Potter, still walked a little unsteadily.
He had barely managed to survive the slaughter that happened when the God decided to leave.
He sighed.
To think he has to be thankful to such beings, he mused as he watched a horde of cheerleader clad people slowly pull the city-ship Atlantis from the seafloor.
The people onboard were miraculously still alive.
His world has nearly crumbled, lost forever from the internet.
And he wasn't alone.
Him, a history teacher with oddly colored hair and a haunted go player were but a few of the countless that nearly disappeared.
All because some people wanted to pretend to be their God for a while.
Couldn't their God have just humored them?
It was not like they gained anything from their game.
Quite the opposite in fact since the cheerleaders were everywhere.
Couldn't God just laugh at them and be pleased that his followers loved him so much that they wanted to be him?
Couldn't God thank them for spreading his words and then gently remind them that they forgot to mention that the story was made by him?
A young cheerleader stumbled past.
Her hair and clothes was a mess, and she still has tear marks on her face.
Though her eyes showed a glint of determination.
She would survive.
End.
Please come back esama.