London's burning!

Dazed and concussed, you still want to fight the sea-monster. Dropping to the base of the clock tower, you stagger about, belching out fire in all directions.

"Stop!" cries your superior in your earpiece "We don't want another Great Fire of London! Hold your fire until you can aim properly!"

Written by AR

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