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Here's another great illustration of Laura, the 1000-foot-tall protagonist of The Plan, masterfully done by 
You can read the full story and see other images at: papayoya.deviantart.com/galler…
This is a scene from chapter 4:
“Come on guys, I don’t want to kill any more of you than necessary, but you are making it really hard” Laura said, looking down at the thick crowd that was trying its best to get away from her. Of course, their best was far from enough to escape from a woman that could cover a city block in just one step.
The truth was that their stupidity annoyed her. It was to be expected, of course. But it was annoying, nonetheless.
“Can’t you see that there’s no fucking way you are going to outrun me?” she then asked. “For God’s sake, stop running down the avenue and get into the side streets or buildings! I’ve been leaving the buildings alone for a while!” she commanded
A few complied, but most still kept just running. She realized that there would be no way to move down this avenue without her feet crushing hundreds. A quick look around from her vantage point showed her that every other street in the direction of Downtown presented a similar situation. The only options not to step on anyone were to stand still or to move back in the direction she had come. And there was no way she was going to choose either of them.
She wanted to advance, and goddesses should be able to do as they wanted.
“I’d much rather not step on you as I move. You need to clear the streets. Now!” she finished in a commanding tone.
She had not seen the need to add a please. From now on, people should do as she wished whether it pleased them or not. The problem was that they weren’t. The number of people realizing that the buildings were a much better choice for them was still discouragingly low. Exasperated, Laura sighed and then said:
“Ok, as you want. In ten seconds I’ll resume my walk down the street. If you are still there when I do… well, it’s going to hurt you more than me”
She started the countdown:
“Ten… Nine… Eight…”
If anything, her ultimatum had made them more nervous. It had not made them any smarter. They kept running, the only difference was that now their paths had become so erratic that more often than not people ended up crashing into each other and falling on the road. God, it was pathetic!
“Three… Two… One!”
Seeing how little the crowd had been able to accomplish in the time she had granted them made Laura have second thoughts for a moment. Then, she discarded them.
“What kind of goddess would I be if I cannot do something as simple as walking?” she thought
“Here I come!” she announced as she raised her right foot and moved it forward. She avoided any theatrics. She did not attempt a particularly long stride or a harder than usual stomp. She just took a small step. She doubted it would make a difference to the dozens of unlucky people in the area where her foot landed.
Those instantly obliterated under her bare sole were not the only victims of her step. As usual, her feet sank deep into the tarmac, sending chunks of asphalt flying and landing, often on some of the people directly ahead of her toes. An instant later, cracks formed and started spreading out from her foot like spider-webs. Some were wide enough to swallow a few more victims.
The living hell that the simple movement of her foot had caused failed to register as such to Laura. If anything, her perception of the carnage she had caused down below at street level was that it had been mildly amusing, even if unsought. Even if the change had been very recent, her altered perception was one of the consequences of being the size of a skyscraper and wielding the power of a God. It was hard to empathize with someone that looked no bigger than one of her eyelashes.
So, without further consideration, Laura moved her left foot forward with similar consequences.
She stopped, a dozen blocks later, at the sight of a billboard that caught her attention. It was on the roof of a building slightly below her naked breasts, so she stooped a little to examine it.
There was the picture of a very untrustworthy man in an expensive looking suit. Above an abnormally large telephone number, she could read the words “Killed or injured?”
Laura let a chuckle out at the ad of the personal injury lawyer. Straightening up again, she then turned and looked at the stretch of avenue she had just walked through.
It looked like a war-zone. Downed lampposts and traffic lights and debris that had peeled off the building’s façades when her calves had accidentally brushed on them were noticeable enough, but of course the most remarkable consequence of her trek were the two dozen or so depressions, each in the shape of her lovely but otherwise deadly feet.
Remainders of vehicles ranging from small urban cars to city buses and 18-wheelers filled most of them. Their two-dimensional silhouettes were still close enough to their original three-dimensional form. It would have been harder to get a feeling of how many people had shared the vehicles’ fate had it not been for the display of the fashion variety, from dark suits to bright floral dresses that covered the compacted ground.
All around them, those that had been lucky to survive but were still too shocked to realize were slowly recovering from the hellish experience they had lived, most trying to stand up after having lost their footing, making sure to avoid falling into footprints that Laura now knew were way too deep for the mite-sized people.
It was impossible for her to feel sorry about the scene. She could only wonder about the number of figures in the body count. Three were for granted. Chances were that she had got as high as four.
It was somewhat weird to realize about the consequences of just moving from point A to point B. Still, when putting them in perspective to the millions of people that lived in the city, they felt less extraordinary. Laura’s mind was not working like that of a tiny person anymore. Among other things, her frame of reference had changed, and not just a little.
Stooping again, she faced the injury lawyer’s billboard once more and smiled at it.
“You are going to be busy” she whispered.
You can read the full story and see other images at: papayoya.deviantart.com/galler…
This is a scene from chapter 4:
“Come on guys, I don’t want to kill any more of you than necessary, but you are making it really hard” Laura said, looking down at the thick crowd that was trying its best to get away from her. Of course, their best was far from enough to escape from a woman that could cover a city block in just one step.
The truth was that their stupidity annoyed her. It was to be expected, of course. But it was annoying, nonetheless.
“Can’t you see that there’s no fucking way you are going to outrun me?” she then asked. “For God’s sake, stop running down the avenue and get into the side streets or buildings! I’ve been leaving the buildings alone for a while!” she commanded
A few complied, but most still kept just running. She realized that there would be no way to move down this avenue without her feet crushing hundreds. A quick look around from her vantage point showed her that every other street in the direction of Downtown presented a similar situation. The only options not to step on anyone were to stand still or to move back in the direction she had come. And there was no way she was going to choose either of them.
She wanted to advance, and goddesses should be able to do as they wanted.
“I’d much rather not step on you as I move. You need to clear the streets. Now!” she finished in a commanding tone.
She had not seen the need to add a please. From now on, people should do as she wished whether it pleased them or not. The problem was that they weren’t. The number of people realizing that the buildings were a much better choice for them was still discouragingly low. Exasperated, Laura sighed and then said:
“Ok, as you want. In ten seconds I’ll resume my walk down the street. If you are still there when I do… well, it’s going to hurt you more than me”
She started the countdown:
“Ten… Nine… Eight…”
If anything, her ultimatum had made them more nervous. It had not made them any smarter. They kept running, the only difference was that now their paths had become so erratic that more often than not people ended up crashing into each other and falling on the road. God, it was pathetic!
“Three… Two… One!”
Seeing how little the crowd had been able to accomplish in the time she had granted them made Laura have second thoughts for a moment. Then, she discarded them.
“What kind of goddess would I be if I cannot do something as simple as walking?” she thought
“Here I come!” she announced as she raised her right foot and moved it forward. She avoided any theatrics. She did not attempt a particularly long stride or a harder than usual stomp. She just took a small step. She doubted it would make a difference to the dozens of unlucky people in the area where her foot landed.
Those instantly obliterated under her bare sole were not the only victims of her step. As usual, her feet sank deep into the tarmac, sending chunks of asphalt flying and landing, often on some of the people directly ahead of her toes. An instant later, cracks formed and started spreading out from her foot like spider-webs. Some were wide enough to swallow a few more victims.
The living hell that the simple movement of her foot had caused failed to register as such to Laura. If anything, her perception of the carnage she had caused down below at street level was that it had been mildly amusing, even if unsought. Even if the change had been very recent, her altered perception was one of the consequences of being the size of a skyscraper and wielding the power of a God. It was hard to empathize with someone that looked no bigger than one of her eyelashes.
So, without further consideration, Laura moved her left foot forward with similar consequences.
She stopped, a dozen blocks later, at the sight of a billboard that caught her attention. It was on the roof of a building slightly below her naked breasts, so she stooped a little to examine it.
There was the picture of a very untrustworthy man in an expensive looking suit. Above an abnormally large telephone number, she could read the words “Killed or injured?”
Laura let a chuckle out at the ad of the personal injury lawyer. Straightening up again, she then turned and looked at the stretch of avenue she had just walked through.
It looked like a war-zone. Downed lampposts and traffic lights and debris that had peeled off the building’s façades when her calves had accidentally brushed on them were noticeable enough, but of course the most remarkable consequence of her trek were the two dozen or so depressions, each in the shape of her lovely but otherwise deadly feet.
Remainders of vehicles ranging from small urban cars to city buses and 18-wheelers filled most of them. Their two-dimensional silhouettes were still close enough to their original three-dimensional form. It would have been harder to get a feeling of how many people had shared the vehicles’ fate had it not been for the display of the fashion variety, from dark suits to bright floral dresses that covered the compacted ground.
All around them, those that had been lucky to survive but were still too shocked to realize were slowly recovering from the hellish experience they had lived, most trying to stand up after having lost their footing, making sure to avoid falling into footprints that Laura now knew were way too deep for the mite-sized people.
It was impossible for her to feel sorry about the scene. She could only wonder about the number of figures in the body count. Three were for granted. Chances were that she had got as high as four.
It was somewhat weird to realize about the consequences of just moving from point A to point B. Still, when putting them in perspective to the millions of people that lived in the city, they felt less extraordinary. Laura’s mind was not working like that of a tiny person anymore. Among other things, her frame of reference had changed, and not just a little.
Stooping again, she faced the injury lawyer’s billboard once more and smiled at it.
“You are going to be busy” she whispered.
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