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[there is a fairly unusual sight running down Mitchell Road this evening, lighting up the slowly dimming street as it moves down the road.
that sight? a man, screaming. some of you may recognize the man as the Blu Engineer, and other individuals may just see it as a very peculiar drone. but oh, why is this drone screaming, you may ask?
well. that would be because the poor drone - or Blue Engineer, or man, or whatever you would like to call him - is very obviously on fire. that's right kiddies. he's practically a moving ball of flame at this point from the waist up, though those flames are rapidly moving up his torso, and whatever part of him that isn't on fire seems to be soaked in something, oddly enough.
the only evident source of this blatant torture is a blue-haired woman seated on the roof of 1446 Mitchell road, idly flicking a lighter on and off with one hand and tossing an empty bottle of vodka courtesy of Russia, whether he likes it or not up and down in the air with the other. she actually isn't yelling at the moment, for once, but if the cigarette smoke clinging to her and the malicious smile on her face is any indication... approaching may be very hazardous to your health.
especially since she seems to have quite a number of vodka bottles left.]
that sight? a man, screaming. some of you may recognize the man as the Blu Engineer, and other individuals may just see it as a very peculiar drone. but oh, why is this drone screaming, you may ask?
well. that would be because the poor drone - or Blue Engineer, or man, or whatever you would like to call him - is very obviously on fire. that's right kiddies. he's practically a moving ball of flame at this point from the waist up, though those flames are rapidly moving up his torso, and whatever part of him that isn't on fire seems to be soaked in something, oddly enough.
the only evident source of this blatant torture is a blue-haired woman seated on the roof of 1446 Mitchell road, idly flicking a lighter on and off with one hand and tossing an empty bottle of vodka courtesy of Russia, whether he likes it or not up and down in the air with the other. she actually isn't yelling at the moment, for once, but if the cigarette smoke clinging to her and the malicious smile on her face is any indication... approaching may be very hazardous to your health.
especially since she seems to have quite a number of vodka bottles left.]