A meteor comes down at the end of your road, hits, and leaves the smoke behind.

A disc drops out of the sky, floods the place with light, and leaves scorched ground.

The ground cracks, gives way, and leaves a pit with clean broken edges.

Something pale is far away, then close, then only the cold is left.

A monster the size of a tower block walks past the end of your street.

Your whole street rebuilt out of plastic bricks, everyone in it a brick figure.

The same place, sculpted in modelling clay, fingerprints and all.

Everyone keeps their clothes and their pose, and gains an enormous head.

Your street redrawn as a hand-painted animation cel from the 1990s.

Everyone frozen mid-pose in patinated bronze, on a plinth, in a real street.

The place rebuilt as a low-resolution pixel world with everyone as a sprite.

Everyone in the shot is holding a blade of pure light that lights their face.

Everyone is firing, and the bolts scorch whatever they land on.

A long roaring jet of fire, and everything near it goes warm orange.

A pale blue beam, and thick frost on everything it touches.