Playtime

Another pic with two Stories written for it (again not by me)

Story 1

The power was intoxicating...

Vanessa just passed the twenty story level, and much to her delight was still growing. In no time, she would dwarf even the tallest skyscraper. Already though, her strength was beyond humanity’s wildest imagination. With contemptuous ease, Vanessa lifted a city bus upward, and crushed it as if it was nothing more than a simple soda can. As much fun as she was having though, the destructive giantess had an idea to make things more interesting.

Pulling out her cell phone, Vanessa dialed up a number

“Yeah Liz, it’s Nessa”

She laughed lightly, “I bet I’m on all the networks, after all, I’m the biggest thing to hit the planet...in well...ever! He-he-he!”

Vanessa nodded as her friend spoke, while idly flattening a sedan near her feet.

“Yes, yes, that’s why I called. I just texted you the spell that made me this way. All you have to do is say it aloud, and before you know it, we’ll be having a girl’s night out like this world has never seen!”

Smirking, Vanessa looked at the text she sent to Liz. A moment later, she forwarded it to twenty of her closest girlfriends...


Story 2

Ever since Vanessa had grown through the roof of that club having drunk that very unusual drink she had felt soooo different. Her new size brought with it feelings of such exhilaration, liberation, power, she could do anything she wanted, whenever she wanted and nobody could answer back, and she did.....it was intoxicating, arousing even....As she stepped out from the ruins of the club and planted her stiletto booted feet in the carpark and heard the grinding metal underfoot she felt such delight, ecstacy, she was alive.......buzzed by the alcohol she had consumed and the enlarging effects she then staggered off down the road trashing things as she went, how she enjoyed it......cars, buses, lorries, street signs, lamp posts, shop fronts......next thing she knew however she woke up amidst the ruins of an office block she tried to push over surrounded by police etc and the sounds of sirens.....the authorities thought this was a one off and blamed the club and the drink......however it wasn't..........she never shrunk back.......and over the succeeding weeks random acts of casual destruction and death happened with increasing regularity, whenever Vanessa felt like it she destroyed things....however much the authorities threw at her they could do nothing....it became a way of life to goddess Vanessa as she came to be called....and a daily hazard for the poor world she inhabited.....some days she would wreck things with great abandon, witness the devastated airport, or the hundreds of suburban low-rises she destroyed in one fateful winter's evening....sometimes it would be almost matter of fact, an amusing way of passing the time.......this collage shows one such occasion....casually trashing the vehicles in a city street, the smoke and flames of crushed vehicles flattened under her summer sandals, smoke billowing from a damaged facade, she had picked up a city bus and was casually crushing it and occupants, feeling the metal crumple in her hand as she squashed it........when the call came......fiddling with the crushed bus, some of those people not crushed falling out to their deaths, she casually chatted on the phone...."hi, babe, long time no speak, what gives?" she said to what sounded like a friend of hers. Her friend replied, she sounded so excited....."you never know what happened to me last night! I was in a club having a dance and a drink with the girls when suddenly I found myself the height of a 20 storey building, it was…like….wow……I felt sooooo good………I just felt so powerful, I just had this urge to demonstrate this against the stupid city where the club was……what a night…….I could imagine the news headlines……several 1000 people died at hands of 200ft woman as she tore the city apart. People pleaded with as she pushed over buildings with abandonment………..”……..”Yeah, cool isn’t it? ….”, said Vanessa casually. You could hear the silence at the other end of the line…..”what, you mean?…….”, said the friend………”yeah“. Vanessa replied, "it happened to me a few weeks ago and as it happens I’m in a city at the moment playing with the traffic, it’s great fun, I have this city bus in my hand“…..(puts bus by phone and crushes bus further so friend could hear)….."how come you didn’t know about me?….oh, you‘ve been away for a while haven’t you? One of those find yourself trips with no outside communication?”. “Yes”, chirped her friend, “I certainly have found myself…..whooooop! yayyyyy!” (sound of crumbling masonry)……“and you as well?…..heyyyy we must meet up, compare notes…….and now I can use this cool looking device the strange old man gave me when I was having that drink….“size changer, only works in presence of two or more recipients of the growth potion drink….hey girl, we can get even bigger…………”