It would be terrifying if it were to actually start raining men.
Had the song It’s Raining Men stuck in my head. Got me thinking. Would my home owners insurance cover the damages to my house? And what about the clean up?
Or an action movie with a fight scene aboard a transport airplane with people getting tossed out of the loading door. Cut to action on the ground with them impacting in sync with the music.
I think most home owners insurance companies would, as usual, do their best to fuck over their customers in a way they think they can get away with (and they probably will, fuckers).
In the book series Red Rising, there’s a part where one army terrorizes a city by flying over it and dropping all the POWs it captured. Lots of them dropped from low orbit but high enough to take a bit to hit. All nude and alive, hundreds of thousands of soldiers.The character that describes it suggests that the city looks like the windshield of a transport after driving through a bug swarm. It’s such a brutal and horrific description of the violence. In a book series that really does a good job at describing violent uprising, that part really painted a vivid scene in my head.
Shit, I’ll never forget being at home watching the towers burn on TV as a kid and seeing things falling from them and asking my mom what they were and hearing “those are people jumping rather than burn to death”. Horrifying. What a choice to make.
Nightmares won’t kill them, but the mesothelioma has. Over 400 first responders were affected by illnesses due to 9/11, over 340 have died as a result. Politicians have been trying to fuck over the survivors and they can’t wait for the last one to die so they won’t have to deal with John Stewart raining hate on their miserable lives.
There are stories from survivors that mentions how they heard the bodies hit the ground without knowing what the noise was from. They looked around for the source and found out how grim a reality they were in.
“And wow! Hey! What’s this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like … ow … ound … round … ground! That’s it! That’s a good name – ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?”
There’s a tap on the roof or the window, then a few more, and you think “Oh, is that…?” and, sure enough, the taps continue, getting more and more frequent until they blend together into the soothing patter of rainfall. Now imagine that, but instead of light taps, it’s a dull “phomp.”
I imagine someone in an alternate universe hearing that first phomp, and running to grab a cup of tea before sitting by the window to watch the manfall.
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