Do You Still Like Us?

far over the horizon loud cracks and booms boom and crack loudly far and far away. the sounds slowly, lazily grow louder and closer as their boat lazily floats slowly closer towards. “what is that I wonder?” but they all know what it is, it is the tinies. they slowly float closer and scrunch their eyes towards the distance, blinded and tearing scrunch from the smoothly rising sun ahead. }{}}_i c44n||t csee anyfang???|||` but the noises boom and crack closer than far and their hearts begin to race at the chaos of it all, until they come upon the scene. a gut wrenching war of tiny ships pounding each other into next to nothing in a large island bay. it is devastating and evil and real. and it is so tiny. 4 brave gals stand in their magic boat and tower over the surreal scene, giant and real and splendid and appalled. ‘stop!’ ‘now!’ the moment pauses at their booming voices. every clear eye turns and stares their way. the crashing clang and death pauses for the moment.