[ WP ] Your username vs. Godzilla

As the loudspeakers issued one evacuation warning after another, the atmosphere of the city shifted tangibly. Rain-covered sidewalks, unobstructed by pedestrian masses, glowed faintly beneath flickering neon advertisements. Traffic lights maintained their steady procession of colors, dutifully serving a society that had abandoned them. Eerie in its unprecedented desolation, the city thrummed with an undercurrent of uneasy anticipation. 
 
 In a city of this scale, no doubt some inhabitants lingered in their own homes, hiding with bated breath. Many more had fled inland, beyond the bay from which this monster had risen. I refused to join their numbers. This city was my home, its humid air my lifeblood. Though I had long ago left this city to travel the world, my roots lay here, beneath the Third Ward. Under my protection, Houston would not fall like Tokyo, or San Francisco, or Las Vegas, or so many others. 
 
 Mustering up all the passion of my life's work, I raised the microphone to my lips. The city's public address system would amplify my message, blasting the monster from all sides with the power of my voice. I had done enough talking for now. It was time for Godzilla to Listen. 
 

