Mariah Carey Boat Design Company

Chapter 10- Hero's Torture

The world was an endless expanse of wild land. It was all beautiful.

Mariah Carey had won. Why did it not feel like it?

She was incapable of loving anyone, so no loved ones had died.

And everyone she had ever once loved had already been killed by her now-powdered enemy.

She walked the earth aimlessly. She could create and destroy. She could alter the land however she wanted and reign over it in any way she desired. There was no one to correct her morals. There was no one.

Say you open a new world in creative in Minecraft.

In this hypothetical situation, you are playing offline, totally alone, and you are the only person alive on earth.

Why do you create? What is stopping you from destroying this 'world' you have created and making another one? No one has to check you, and no one will ever see your art. Only you can navigate these models you construct.

Mariah Carey played this virgin planet on creative mode. The spirits trapped in her hands of the last humans gave her the ability to create from nothing. If she desired, Mariah Carey could rewrite the laws of physics which were the common law of the entire universe and everything that lies beyond.

She watched the earth evolve without her. Creatures became advanced, their niches switched and changed, and the cycle repeated as the earth changed their environment through the form of its own activity.

Her own boredom grew. She decided to do something bad.

Mariah Carey rewound time, falling into an alternate timeline where Mariah Carey Boat Company had not yet existed and Le Fishe was an unknown threat. None of her problems existed anymore. The savannah she once watched over became a bustling city known as kakegurui. Humanity's creations were nearly identical in this timeline, but Mariah Carey noticed that primitive drawings of her were everywhere. She was a god, who knew everything, created everything, and would eventually destroy everything.

She put her talons up to the door of a church and pushed the doors open. It was a rainy day, the downpour clattering on the pearly white roof of the church of Mariah Carey. She shook off. The moon's illuminating spirit had yet to grace her skin so her face remained a woman's. Since she did not resemble the dolphin in the religious artwork, the people of the church thought she was a worshipper.

She wasted no time. Mariah Carey did not bother to read the scripture. Something in her age old bones told her these very events would happen millions and millions of times. Infinitely this universe spun, these impossibly complicated cycles all repeated themselves due to one god's boredom.

Mariah Carey bought a small store space with fake money and did what she did best: Started a boat design company.

I will not describe this store. It's for you to imagine. Because It's not important to the rest of the story anymore.

Her mailbox had one odd letter in it today. It was February 40th, nearing the end of the year, she knew well before she ever looked at the envelope that it was not a bill. Not a commission, either. A guttural sound was emitted instinctively. She brought it into her office to read.

FROM THE LEAGUE OF HIGHER POWERS

Dear mariah carey, owner of mariah carey boat design company

We have been monitoring your activity and concluded you are one of us. Please meet your fellow higher beings at latitude 38.272689 and longitude 84.321401. There is nothing to pay, you will not receive anything, just show up so we may exchange information and add you to the World Records (not guinness kind)