A radical change in ownership

Tom was tingling in anticipation as he pulled out the God Device like a maestro would flourish his favorite instrument. His fingers tapped on the screen and the images whizz around as he made his first changes to the world around him. The neatly spelled school sign by the driveway began to fade out, and within the same instant, the golden letters reappeared spelling something else: The Harrison School for Cunts and Fucktards. With a joyful smirk, he played with the rest of the settings, turning the entire community around him to his liking.

After he was done, the school now belonged to him. He was the sole owner of the building, its institution and also everyone attending, teaching or affiliating with the school in the past. He owned their lives, their pasts and their futures. Anything he says, goes. Anything he does was legitimate and within his authority to do so. Nobody would ever question his rules or his actions, no matter how inappropriate or bizarre. Nobody would even bat an eyelash to any order he would give. Utter complete obedience to him as the highest authority comparable to God himself.

With a triumphant sigh, he made his way to the front entrance. The same usual goings ons were occurring all around him, with the smiles, jeers and laughter, but the changes were already beginning to show. Teachers referred to the girls as 'cunts' and the boys as 'fucktards', as he had ordained in his changing of the world, and nobody complained for being called as such, the new form of normality sinking in.