You ever sat in the lightning field wondering what’s your next move. Why is time moving so slowly? Why does getting electrocuted feel so good? I have been wondering that very exact thing.

Well, my mind has been slightly more complex than that. You can call me a big brain thinker because I was fishing in deep waters. No longer a tadpole hunter in shallows waters. No, sir, I grew big boy pants at lightning speed.

I jolted awake. I’m awake.

You can call me the next Ghandi, I was thinking that big.

Sadly, the reality of my situation is that I was sitting within a lightning field watching humans that look like ants build a fort. One of those ancient forts with citizen buildings inside not just barracks and then places troops hang out to do training.

This was literally my entertainment for weeks on weeks. Between turning my soul into liquefied essences that was almost ninety-five percent lightning and five percent stupid. And watching the world news, with scientists making headway into technological advances that would put thousands of scientists before them to shame.

Wait, I lost track of what I wanted to say.

It is legit that it is boring up here.

But I was safe up here.

It was lonely up here.

If you had my power, my God level ability would wreck the face of the earth. What would you do with it?

This is the question I posted on an internet forum after being ultra bored. And I got responses after a short video of my ten thousand mile dark electrical cloud. It was actually very intimidating according to some people but the stupidest shit I ever heard someone say was this.

Imbecile one: If I had your ability, I would go around the world killing off the grey-skins and hostile beast so that we once again can be safe.

Let’s ignore the fact that this guy is huddled in some area with his hand in his shorts and hentai on the side. He probably has more slap time than a professional boxer. Putting him in a ring and his arms would hulk out.

Needless to say, this guy wouldn’t even make it out the door before getting eaten. Nom Nom surprise deluxe. Mister save the world would definitely not be achieving his dream if he's rationing potato chips he left out months ago. Along with a bunch of other old moldy ass shit he has piled up somewhere.

Sigh, let’s move on.

Imbecile two: I would take over a country. Subjected people to my wishes. After this, I haven’t even thought that far.

This guy at least speaks the truth. I mean, just think about it. The first thing I did was bone two hot chicks then had fun until one was too slow and got nom nom. The other probably playing some video games, still. Not caring about the fact that the world was evolving far past the old ways.

Ignoring what I did with my own power, then how about some of these warlords who have harems in the hundreds. They just pass down orders and go back to bed like it's sunday and monday not coming.

People getting eaten by mutant lions and gigantic elephants? No problem. Send someone else to deal with it, I’m busy exploring the botanic flora. The moss is so thick and fluffy. Give me ten more hours and I’ll come assist.

So in a way, people with my level of power were showcasing what they were really capable of. Not using their brains at all, it's not wondered why people like Mrs. Harper or people like Hannah who had the ability to control people with no brains. To actually do productive work.

Am I justifying what they are doing? Fuck no.

I want to be the first one to choke the living shit out of Hannah. Watch her eyes boil and her skin slunk off her like a well cooked rib. You know the kind where you fork it gently and the meat jumps off the bone.

Anyway, enough ranting. I was waiting on something. I have plans. Yes, plans. I will no longer walk around stupid as fuck. I knew I didn’t have the brains or the mental capacity to do something more than fuck and kill shit. Thus I had been scouring the web for traces of actually strategic thinkers.

To be honest, between my listening to people tell me bullshit lies about what they would do if they had my level of ability. Or what they think people with my ability should be doing.

I was hunting down smart people. Brainiacs.

I was half successful in my endeavor.

Why only half?

Good question.

The answer is simple.

Some of these fuckers are even more twisted than I am. I mean at most, you piss me off and I’ll fry with million jolts. Almost standard lightning bolt.

These guys had people in their basement and some of the stuff they were doing to them was beyond questionable ethics.

To be honest, I was hovering over such a person 's house right now. It literally took me six seconds to go from a storm over a fort on the west coast. To this pervert house, haha. I am quick as fuck.

I mean, not quick in bed. Please don’t get the misguided concept because I am anything but quick in the bed department. I have proof. Just ask anybody I am going to conquer in the future, they will tell you.

Anyway, I was contemplating on how to punish him but then it came back to a simple thing.

Are you God?

Why, yes. Yes, I am.

However, torturing someone is too much effort and I had other things to do like hunting down my next gen strategist. They had to be selfless and ruthless at the same time.

A lightning dragon slammed into the house, cutting through the steel vaulted walls and doors. Robbing the pervert of his life and well, I also put an end to the victims. No need to go on, remember what happened to them.

I slipped back to my comfortable home in the clouds. Wait, could I legit build a home in this stormy clouds. I mean I could walk on them. That was clear but could I build a home where other people could?

Test?

Why, yes? I do believe I am a God.

Hahaha!

I swept down and picked up a random stranger sneaking around. Bringing him into the cloud…

I misspoke.

I brought his ashes into the clouds.

To be fair, he didn’t even make it into the clouds before his skin started peeling and the further up we went. The worst effects.

So there must have been some kind of effects..

I’ll leave it to the nerds to figure out.

Anyway, a new thought process.

Two months have passed and I finally riddle down that parasite that was sucking on my soul to the point of being non-existences. What does this mean?

I’m free, bitches!

Free with a capital F.

I ran hand over my face after doing a little celebratory jig. Had to be cool. Refresh. Zen.

I’m a God.

First agenda after being free.

Wait, I think I forgot something.

I need a secretary. Gotta be hot so I can bone them when I can’t think.