The gardener of the sky looked down at his creations.
He decided that he was finished with these lizards.
He was tired of them lording over the smaller animals.
He needed to prune the overgrowth back.
So he pointed down at North America.
A star fell from the sky.
Slamming into the earth.
Destruction rained down on the once mighty reptiles.
Shock waves ripped through the crust.
Burning dust and rock flew up into the atmosphere,
Rained back down,
As tsunamis stirred the oceans.
Volcanic and cosmic ash filled the skies
Blocking the sun.
The saurian empire fell.
With the last rays of light.
The cold grip of death
In the darkened world.