Elephants fell form the sky.
Pachyderm guts splattered neck deep, trapping all of Lucky City’s motorists, mouths agape, in their shiny, stylishly painted, coffins of cars. Those not lucky enough to have an elephant fall directly upon their vehicle died choking, spewing, and crushed to death in a think stew of metal, human corpses and the splattered innards of African Elephants. I survived only by rolling out my convertible and running into a small but sturdy porn shop.
When I finally returned outside to the scene of the chaos… it was raining mice.
Ever since that day I’ve been praying, though I wouldn't exactly say I’m all that religious.
('07 or '08... I think)