Ragsmuena wandered into the department of motor vehicles, her scythe in tow. She was here for no special purpose, she just enjoyed the ambiance. In many ways, this office was a place close to death. She'd sit in the corner of the room, watching disinterested people flit to and fro. Sometimes they seemed to glance at her, but they didn't really see her. It wasn't that she was invisible, just that mortals generally weren't capable of comprehending her presence.

KingofDominaria, known as King to some and more commonly KoD, walked up to the entrance to the department of motor vehicles while looking over his papers for his beloved "assault" vehicle -- a vehicle he drove with reckless abandon at times. As he entered into the DMV and looked around, he noticed a bit of a line. A little bit frustrated at there being this many people at the DMV, KoD could only slump his shoulders and look for a seat to take. Seeing an open seat somewhat near the corner, KoD moves to claim the seat as his own while he settles in for a boring wait.

"Perhaps I can occupy myself by watching people and seeing if they'll notice me," KoD muttered to himself.

A menacing rumble flowed from above and vibrated throughout the walls of the building, as the sunlight receded behind a curtain of smoke. It paved itself through all other sounds, creating an almost silence of overwhelming noise before the impact struck. It started with a company logo crashing into the department, letting the sun light up the building once again, as it created a massive cavity in the roof, as well as in several families. Following the wholly unwelcome advertisement, the dust covered windows across the west-side broke asunder, as a shockwave flung them with gale wings. Bloody pincushions were stapled to the wall in a spectacle that could only be imagined by a teenager at the top of their edge phase flashed for mere moments before the dust flooded the room, choking anyone unfortunate enough to still live. In a final act of mercy, a wave of concrete swallowed the house, submerging it in makeshift tombstones.

Standing at a rooftop and looking at the skyscraper kneeling to the forces of gravity from afar, Wilfred tugged at his braces and admired his own work.

Watching from afar a figure in a hooded sweater whispered to herself, "They've been noticed," she pulled the hood back revealing a pair of black fox ears poking through blonde hair. "Why do you think he did that?" She looked at another figure in black, motioning her wet black nose at the unknown "Wilfred". "You have an opinion on that Kennith?"

"Extradimensional being angry at no anthromorphic animals allowed joke ruined!" a random tabloid journalist cried aloud.

The man in black slightly panicked, "Not Kennith, Shockwave, call me Shockwave," he only got a confused look from the fox girl.

"You're weird,"

"Kennith is not the real name of username Shockwave07! Nor is his hair blonde or eyes blue!"

The man who insisted being called Shockwave grumbled, popping his knuckles and making a few blue sparks pop from his fingertips. "What is that madman going on about?"

The fox girl shrugged, "No clue. He's been going on like that all day,"

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