TheBytemaster

And the droughts came down like a wave of fire, seething and unquenchable. Not a man or plant alike could stand against the wrath of the torrential downpour of blistering sunshine. Cities tumbled, kingdoms withered; the earth went up like a dried cotton-ball in the fires of hell.

Johnny down the street had the last glass of drinkable water in the area. And he drank it right in front of my face. What a jerk.

Seriously. He stole my motorcycle and then shot my dog and my cactus the other day too. We need to do something about Johnny's antics.