Uplifting music piped melodically in the background, the meadow was spattered with flowering vines and hummingbirds. There was a small arched door hidden in this overrun garden ... it slowly opened.
Four times the size of the actual door came a naked Cyclops with a spear in his hand. He roared and rumbled terribly, stumbling onto the flowering bushes. He heaved his way to the spot where a group of very small children sat playing in the grass.
He speared each one of them through the heart and then peed on their tiny bodies.
"Bonus Points!" a voice called out excitedly.
Brogan peered back in through the door to see who was holding the controls this time. It was a young boy not more than ten years of age sitting beside either an older brother or very young father. They both looked very pleased with themselves. Life was "good".
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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