“Til’s not all you have to worry about.” You hear the door behind you kicked off it hinges and fall to the ground in a metallic thud. The room is wafted by a heavy wave of heat. The buildings outside are all burning down, you hear people screaming. A man with in WWI trench attire and a gas mask walks in with a M1917 WEX. “I finally found the source of that Gosh forsaken noise!” You can hear the tortured screams of past furr- [i]victims[/i], as gas leaks out of the nozzle and a spark stream of fire. [i][b]Its time to burn for that... [/b][/i]