This story was inspired by killjoy101, who had this splendid idea
It was time. For a game that will either save or end the human race. Most likely, ending it.
It was said that at the end of the universe, a god would come and assign a task to the life on earth then.
The dinosaurs had failed to complete this task, therefore wiped out.
The god will watch in satisfaction as the lives of many struggle to complete this, because it is impossible.
The task goes like this: You will all die in one hour. For each person you kill you get half an hour more of life. However, for each ten people you kill, you lose something precious to you. If you kill over one million people, then you will live your life as a god, for eternity. Use any weapon of your choice, and if you kill parts of your family, for each person you kill two hours are added to your life span.
And so, as he waited and waited, the god saw an opportunity to wipe out mankind.
He assigned the task, as before, with a clock on top of each person's head.
"The game begins now." he said.
And so, people desperately grabbed their weapons, stabbing each other.
Probably the most splendid killer out of all of them was Bartholomew, or Bart for short. He is a trained assassin, able to kill anyone. But of course, his ways are cruel.
With a knife, he stabbed deep into the victim stomach. The sharpened blade can cut a piece of falling hair. Using it, Bart viciously cut the soft skin of the victim open and revealing a gory mess. Slowly, with his gloved hands, he dug inside as the person on the ground screams in pain. Bart was a crazy man. He would carry a string of flesh gently in his hand, most likely the intestine, and place it on the ground. With it still attached to the inside of the stomach, Bart stood up, lifted his leg, and trample over the piece of flesh. His fingers shoveling inside the body, he would harvest for the heart and see if it still beats. Oh, how he loves the sound of a heart beating, sending blood to the body and attempting to keep one alive.
The god is impressed by his skills and hope to see more of his work.
However, just as Bart was reaching 99,999 victims, he turned to the god, who is seated in his chair on top of the high hills.
"Bartholomew, what do you request? You are so close to eternity, so close to power."
"Your Grace, I have but one question. Will you still be god after I become one?"
"Of course. The only ways gods can die is either punished for eternal rest or killed by another."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Grace." He bowed to the god and continued his assassination.
After Bart finished off his last martyr, a halo-like glow appeared around him.
"Bartholomew, you are now officially a demigod."
"A demigod? You promised the position of a god!"
"Indeed, I did. But be grateful, you unworthy human, for you are the first human to ever survive the Doom."
"Oh, I don't know what the Doom is, but I'm sure it's gonna be yours when I get my hands on you!"
"Take a seat, Bart, and watch for yourself." He created a chair next to him, slightly shorter than his own.
As he sat down, Bart saw what the Doom was, and it was very enjoyable.
"Is this the Doom? It looks splendid."
"Indeed, it is. And what better thing can you be doing other than watching all those people down there, yelling for mercy?"
Just as the god finished his sentence, he felt a sharp, cold shard entering his body.
"You know what is better than that?" Bart smiled, "watching you crawl before me and listen to your screams of pain as you, a god, yell for mercy in front of me, a demigod. Nothing can possibly be better than this. You arrogant fool, you should have fulfilled your promise."
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