Blobskin's Macro/Micro Flash Fics

Version: 1.01

Shining Armor delicately balanced the tennis ball sized world on his dark hoof, an evil grin dominating his muzzle as he twisted it back and forth. He snickered as his new godly powers allowed him to hear the mass of panicked noise coming from the populace. Sweat from the bottom of his dirty shoe evaporated into a dense fog of musk that penetrated the helpless planet's atmosphere and bathed the world in a cloud of his masculine stink.

Comfortable as he was on his throne, forged from the many skulls of his enemies, Shining could feel the hunger growing in his belly. He hummed in thought as 7 billion humans choked in the streets and fought for gas masks. Leaders desperately fired every nuke they had, but God Shining easily swatted each germ sized missile away, their multi-megaton detonations hardly felt against his enormous hoof. Eventually the pleas for mercy began to die down as the humans slipped from this world, suffocated on his essence.

Bored, Shining quickly tossed the ball onto his tongue and slurped it down. Patting his belly happily, Shining laughed.

Nothing started a day better than a well balanced breakfast.