It’s a Small World After All…
The games are on as I hear the dreadful screams demanding bloodlust.
Nothing matters I tell myself, but I know that’s not true.
My hands sweat and my brow drips from my long black hair. I am standing in a black wooden box awaiting the Games of Tyranny. I am claustrophobic but that is the least of my problems.
“Alright, you dirtied maggots,” the giant disgusting fly declares.
“Here in Bugsville, we have a little treat for you tonight. We have our second-ever human tonight to play for us!” The crowd goes wild with shouts of wicked joy.
He laughs, “And he is excited to put on a great show tonight! Let ’em have it, you maggots and larvae! Presenting, Brent Brisky!”
The box opens and I collapse on the dirt floor of the arena. Cheers come but then boos soar as flies and maggot-children throw filth at me.
I avoid making eye contact because I’m not in my world anymore. I’m in theirs, I’m tiny just like them. Bite-sized inside a giant coffee can in the Mojave desert.
How I was shrunk is a long story…
Long story short, I had been sold into slavery through crickets who tricked me and now my only way out is to fight.
“And his opponent tonight,” says the putrid fly announcer. “Will be a ferocious monstrosity known as the Wiggling Worm from Wichita!” Loud applause follows and whistling is heard.
A giant slimy fat white tapeworm comes out as its mouth opens up and reveals thousands of razor-sharp teeth waiting to devour me.
“Let’s see if Brent can defeat the Worm or maybe the Worm will eat Brent! Let’s find out!” A bell rings and the worm lunges forward.
I anticipate this and slide to the side. He circles back slithering on the dusty floor.
I have no weapon just my bare hands. I’ve killed worms before by stepping on them but this one was bigger than a dog.
He strikes violently. I jump to the side again.
But the worm hits me with its tail as I fall back on my head. The crowd laughs and cheers for Wiggly.
I get up and then it slams its tail on my stomach as it breaks my ribs. I hold my belly and try to rise but then the slimy tube comes up close to my face. Its terrible black eyes look into mine.
“And so this is where it ends, young human,” the worm says. “Squashing and murdering my kind for generations like they were nothing. Giants among mere playthings. But now I am the giant. I am a god.” He screams as spit clings to my face.
But I move fast, cling to his neck, and jump on his back. He writhes in anger and confusion as I ride him showing I’m in control.
I then punch his gelatinous back and shove my fist in his white gooey insides. It groans and roars in agony as I punch again relentlessly. The worm wiggles and shouts as the pain grows and he falls with a loud thud. It slowly fades and breathes its last.
I get off his back and see his sunken eyes with a faint light in the center.
Lifeless. I had squashed him, alright. Squashed and murdered the Wiggly Worm’s dreams.
But after they take him away the giant fly rises. “Next up is a mighty warrior! Come out, you formidable foe! Come out!”
A metal wrought cage opens and I smell a thing so awful I almost puke. A scream so hideous I cannot imagine what’s waiting in the dark hall.
This is going to be a long night.
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