It came just as your people were in the middle of harvesting new resources from a long, twisting string of butt lint. A booming, immense rumble that shook your small buildings to their foundation. Distant beads of anal sweat crashed down from the earthquake. They plowed through your fields, watering the fertile land. Your populace, in a panic, try to duck underground for cover. But the closer you are to the hole, the more powerful the shaking is. It's like a huge monster is carving through the bulbous planet and rising towards you.
rrrRRRRUMBLE
You try and lead an escape through the massive ridges, which form their own valleys. Houses built on top of the fleshy walls soon crumble down, and they create destructive rockslides. The strongest men have to quickly burrow their way forward, digging out survivors caught beneath the falling chunks of brownish debris. But the more time you spend there, the harder the shakes become.
BRBRBBRRRRUMBLLLLRLL
Eventually you've somewhat cleared the "blast radius", having moved north. The dark, starless skies shake with the fury of angry gods. Your people can only stare up and pray that you'll be able to return sometime. But for now, scientists are detecting a large buildup of methane. It seems like your farmland was built above some kind of underground volcano, and this hole is the opening.
PPPPPPPTTTTTTTBBBBBBRRRRDDDD
You can see your house blown away by the gassy explosion that booms out. Massive hurricane winds rise up from the ground, lifting the cloth sky. Many of the women in your colony are tossed back by the sheer force, followed by the men. The immense detonation is too much, and you feel your body tossed miles and miles back from the explosion. Even the sound echoes in your ears for a straight minute, the sound of complete annihilation.
By the time the unearthly rore from the core of your world let up, you were left looking up, dizzy. Huge clouds formed above, like storming fog. And the odorous stench of raw eggs cooked your nose.
Outside...
As Carissa lays on her plump stomach, she feels gassy buildup in her lower body. A bubble of warm air massages her intestines, racing through her inner body; and all at once, it rushes out. In her sleep, she sighs softly at the toot in her yoga pants.
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