[ WP ] A man is standing on the edge of a bridge , about to jump . A crowd of curious onlookers has gathered around him , with many trying to talk him out of it . The remains silent but finally speaks , saying only five words . The entire crowd immediately jumps off the bridge .

It's funny in a way that should n't be. ( His flock ) The people are pushing and shoving, trying to get to the front of the crowd. Some gape, unsure of how to react as they watch the face of death ( the unaffected the foreigners the strangers those who have n't so much as glimpsed the dragging coattail of death ). Others jeer, telling him to do it ( the wretched ones who've never heard the phrase'solipsism' yet follow such an idea into deprivation of self-awareness ). The remaining make some sort of plea, asking him to think of his loved ones, his future, who he impacts ( the few with bravery and compassion the fifty people Abraham could not find ). 
 
 It's funny in a way that ca n't be put into words. In it's anonymous moment, the vox populi becomes true humanity. The doorway has been thrown open, and the crowds are peering inside. In there, they see infinity. His infinity ( And theirs as well, though they do n't know that yet ). With no repercussions, they open their boxed self-truth and show their true colors. 
 
 As he must show his. Parting cracked lips, he murmurs the five words he came here to say. 
 
 The bridge is in a bustling city ( a veritable metropolis ), with a sundry of ethnicities all who speak their own language. And they all hear his words in their native tongue. Only the closest heard it at first, his soft words unable to beat the verbal tide of the crowd. They are compelled to turn and inform the others. So it spreads, like a fire. Like it fire it spreads until it has nowhere left to spread and it dies out. Once everyone had heard, silence reigns king. 
 
 The first person, a woman clothed in a soft-shell jacket and dark blue jeans ( one who was imploring him to think of his parents ), is the first to go. She marches forth. Even as she steps off, she continues to walk in the air. Walking until she hits the bottom. It's a long way down. Still, she's not walking for very long. 
 
 The crowd ( his flock ) follows. One by one. People who had been telling him to jump mere moment before find themselves doing exactly that. The strangers who were looking outside of their bubble for the first time are pulled out by the hands of ( fate God infinity inevitability ) him. 
 
 In under twenty seconds, nearly fifty lives were extinguished. 
 
 Why? 
 
 The reason escaped him. The random did as it wished. An idiot god, yes. But a god nonetheless. 
 
 His lips twitch upward, and reveal a set of broken, yellowed teeth. It's funny in a way that's hilarious. Letting himself fall backward, he rejoins the random. 
 
 

