Kenneth Kline soared high above the sprawling city, his cape cracking sharply on wind currents.

He hovered over Centre City Hall, and loomed over the throngs of scurrying citizens in the bustling intersection. His heartbeat quickened; his smile grew. Down he dropped, as fast and hard as possible, causing an impact crater that crushed a dozen people with debris. He cut an entire building in half with his laser vision, and laughed as it caved in on itself. Kenneth raged upon the citizens of Center City for reasons not even known to himself. He was death. Simple, and total. And they all had it coming.

The city began to tremble. Even the sure-footed demigod was no match for the quake. A voice boomed from above, shattering glass and eardrums alike.

“Initiating purge— Pod G-11789.” A sudden rush of weightlessness occurred, then the sun began to falter. The city went dark…