Whatever...
You literally start a fire. How exciting.
The ground in which you have burnt with twigs and broken cardboard..And debris, burns your right hand and spreads to your upper body. The sight of you running and screaming whilst the fire sticks to your skin and roasts you alive attracts vultures, that couldn't possibly be happier - than to devour your tasty, roasted body.
The intense, licking flames last what seems for minutes as you run and scream - and cry for help, rolling, and rolling and running and screaming until your flesh is torn away by the damage of the fire, and the beating you have endured, smashing against walls, and throwing yourself to the floor. Your tissue is ripped, and your muscles burn away. Nothing is left for the vultures, nothing is left..For you...But shattered bones.
The ground in which you have burnt with twigs and broken cardboard..And debris, burns your right hand and spreads to your upper body. The sight of you running and screaming whilst the fire sticks to your skin and roasts you alive attracts vultures, that couldn't possibly be happier - than to devour your tasty, roasted body.
The intense, licking flames last what seems for minutes as you run and scream - and cry for help, rolling, and rolling and running and screaming until your flesh is torn away by the damage of the fire, and the beating you have endured, smashing against walls, and throwing yourself to the floor. Your tissue is ripped, and your muscles burn away. Nothing is left for the vultures, nothing is left..For you...But shattered bones.
