Pure evil...

Bored out of your mind, you fly over to the street to find a human toy to play with. A mother is pushing a pram in the park. 'Lunch...' you think. Flying low, you swallow them in one go. A house the size of you is standing next to you. A new toy... You breath fire over it and the rest of the street falls like dominoes.

When a day has passed, both North and South America are either burning, dead or dying. Now for the rest of the planet....

Written by Frogshifter

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