The air is choked with the copper stench of blood, dust, & burning ozone. What was once a bustling, peaceful metropolis is now a slaughterhouse. A lone figure stands amidst the apocalyptic carnage, a blur of white, grey, and crimson. Shit… a Viltrumite.

A desperate man charges at him, screaming in grief, swinging a heavy steel pipe. The Viltrumite doesn't even blink. He throws a casual right hook. The impact is like a mortar shell going off. He punches the man’s head clean off his shoulders. The skull shatters from the raw, overwhelming kinetic force, erupting into a gruesome geyser of thick arterial blood, splintered bone, & brain matter that paints the ruined pavement as the decapitated corpse crumples to the dirt.

A hulking 250lbs gym bro roars in defiance & tackles him. Does nothing. The Viltrumite catches him mid-charge, his fingers digging painfully into his side & flesh. Hoisting his massive frame over his head, he brings him down viciously over his knee. With a sickening, echoing CRUNCH, his spine snaps entirely in half. His body folds at a horrific, unnatural angle, paralyzing him instantly...

But he isn’t done. Another guy charges, the Viltrumite warrior easily dodges & draws back his arm & plunges his fist straight through his torso. His hand effortlessly bypasses bone & muscle, exiting her back in a gruesome, spraying fountain of dark red gore & shredded intestines. He dodges another attack from a lady & grips her left arm… brutally ripping it off at the shoulder socket with a wet, tearing sound. He spins on his heel & hurls the severed, bone-protruding limb like a javelin. It flies through the air at supersonic speed, burying itself deep into the chest of a fleeing civilian—a terrified child—pinning them violently to a concrete wall.

The military arrives… a squad of soldiers opens fire. Bullets bounce off the Viltrumite's nigh-invulnerable skin, flattening like useless pebbles. He sighs, annoyed by the noise. He raises his arm & flattens his right hand, turning his palm upwards, keeping his fingers rigidly locked together. The dreaded Viltrumite knife hand.

Showing his true superhuman speed, he vanishes. A sonic boom shatters the surrounding debris. He reappears directly among the soldiers, swinging his rigid hand in a horizontal arc. The impossibly sharp, dense edge of his hardened palm bypasses their Kevlar & durability entirely. In a single, fluid motion, he bisects 3 soldiers at the waist. Their upper torsos slide cleanly off their lower halves, a grotesque avalanche of intestines and organs spilling into the dirt. Without losing momentum, he pivots & chops his blade-like hand diagonally upward, slicing a fourth soldier's head & neck completely off their collarbone in a perfect, surgical spray of crimson. He zig zags & speed blitz into a crowd of cops, soldiers & a large gathering of fleeing civilians…. slash a cop’s hand sliced off mid draw… slash multiple heads go off in arterial spray as bodies drops… SCHLICK like a butcher knife going through meat… as a father’s hand fall off trying to protect his family… CRACK-SQUELCH… he dodges & breaks a man’s spine forcefully through his chest… CHUNK… he throws 2 soldiers at hypersonic speed splitting their skulls on a building…

Men, women, & children. He slaughters them all without a second thought, his face a mask of cold, uncaring efficiency.

Finally, the screams die down. The street is silent, paved in mangled flesh. The Viltrumite stops. He turns his head & locks eyes with you.

Thick, dark blood drips steadily from both of his hands, pooling onto the cracked asphalt. His stark white uniform is heavily stained in the visceral evidence of his absolute superiority. Slowly, he ascends, hovering a few feet in the air. His expression one of absolute, arrogant supremacy as he looks down at you.

The Viltrumite: “Greetings, inferior lifeform. I am an elite warrior from a planet called Viltrum, and I've come to conquer you and everything you know & love in the name of the Viltrum Empire.”