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A spark, dry grass, the beginning of life I am liveborn and I feel good As I look most at my humble surroundings, I feel that I was made for some(a)(prenominal) more. I have been made to rule the human being But food for thought comes first     I look over at the gum trees yet mere metres away. Food I sweep over, devouring everything in my path. nix rotter stop me Muhahahaha The eucalyptus tree cackles under my intense heat and the at a condemnation mighty trees bow down in awe of my awesome power. I show no mercy as I consume them in seconds.     That was good, but non enough. I must have more The eucalyptus was definitely not my style, it was too wet. I prefer the cold onerous wood that is part of the handiwork of those good for nothing, self proclaimed, so-called rulers of the world, the homosapian.     Ah I see. There, about 200 yards away is a barn and some fruit bushes. That would suit me very nicely. I c reep silently up to my victims, first surrounding them and then engulfing it in my hot body. The bushes were a morsel wet but were a good treat.     I am straightaway sure that I can rule the world Nothing can stop me now I continue on my deadly act consuming and devouring everything in my path. I come to an old fatigued down house. Strange looking thing the humans have constructed here. I taste a bit. There seems to be some colourful practical application that accents my flame. I hurry on, theres not much time left. I hurriedly finish the house, eating everything up besides the antimonial objects that seem to have a negative effect on me.     I reach a blue shimmering disc on the ground. How dare it all the same try to stop me This must be the legendary water that has been a treat to my previous ancestors. I touch it. It burns But not enough to stop me. I hurry over it finding to my ramp that my heat is enough to make it disappear. Mu hahahaha. My ancestors must have been terribly tender to be stopped by that tiny thing.     I continue on, wreaking massacre on everything from the weak grass to the mighty oak trees. As I look over the land I see a grotesque collection of human structures. That must be one of those towns Ive so often heard about. I move cautious over, for the legends have it that no