A lot of people ask me what it was like to be there that day, when she destroyed the whole city. I don't like to talk about it much, but I can tell you at least that it was fucking the worst horror any of us had ever seen. I mean, I lived through 9/11 (I was an executive banker back then and I narrowly avoided being incinerated because I was 10 minutes late for work that day) but 9/11 was nothing compared with this shit. You can see the terror in the faces of the people in this photo running for their lives.
A lot of people smelled the greasy crisco stench coming up in the wind a few minutes before the juggernaut beast herself came up through the smoke. A few of these people, wisely, made a run for it and some of them lived. Others, out of some morbid curiosity I guess, remained to watch--they took out their cell phones and tried to film it all. Those people; the curious ones, were all crushed, gutted, pulverized, mutilated...none made it home.
Incidentally, I should add that everyone involved with the catastrophe (after the gaint was felled by a couple of well placed surface to air missiles--scattering chunks of burning meat all over the downtown area) testified at the trial that saw every employee at the Lululemon company jailed executed for creating such a hideous spandex nightmare of an outfit in the first place.