Terrified denizens ran through the streets of downtown Chicago. Some ran, not knowing what they were running from, but hearing the sounds of destruction from a few blocks away. Others, who had already seen the creature, ran with renewed haste, as they knew that they did not want to ever see it again.
More screams were heard as another building was demolished by the monster’s might. From around the corner it came, an eldritch horror from beyond any nightmare, its misshapen visage twisted into an insane grin. It stumbled down Michigan Avenue, swinging its gigantic fists and pummeling structures into ruin. Between yells and grunts, words could be heard.
“You cannot stop Joe Ingles!”
The 200-foot tall Aussie continued his path of devastation. Riot police and SWAT teams were already on hand; Joe had been rampaging for over an hour. They were powerless against his might, their beanbag guns and firearms seeming to make no impact on Joe’s advance. If anything, he was now destroying infrastructure with greater vigor than before, gleefully shouting his refrain:
“You cannot stop Joe Ingles!”
The president had been notified, heads of government were deep in discussion on how to stop this new Australian terrorist threat. Answers were few. Whatever help that might eventually come would be far too late. As the mayor watched from a circling helicopter, Ingles cut a swath of terror all the way to the United Center. He looked at the arena with a faint curiosity, and then began smashing it to bits, ripping apart the ceiling with his teeth and revealing the basketball court inside.
His mission nearly complete, he took out a basketball from the pile of rubble. Snarling, he dunked it murderously through the basket apparatus he had purposefully left standing, and screamed in primal victory.
“You cannot stop Joe Ingles!”