31st December, and I'm working, can you believe it? But it's fine, I'm almost done, and I'll be able to see the fireworks. I make the finishing touches, typing away, and bam, done. I feel pure satisfaction. I wipe the sweat off my brow and head upstairs. I choose not to take the elevator as going up the stairs calms my excitement.
I go on the roof, check the time, a minute until the new year. I grab a dry martini, sip it, and it begins. Fireworks dance in the sky. It was alright, but that was the appetizer. Now comes the main course. A big firework goes off, the ground shakes, the sky turns to hell, the nearby city obliterated. 100 thousand people dead in a second. Thousands of fireworks hit the earth simultaneously. I raise my martini to the reddish sky and smile. "Happy New Year."