Lightning24 Jun 2020 22:09
He was uncomfortable, he didn't know why, exactly. The brooding anvil clouds were building in the midsummer skies. He noticed that the little hairs on his arms were beginning to writhe and stand up without his volition. He had a dreadful feeling of impending doom. Suddenly, there was an actinic flash and a sound more felt than heard. Where ShinyHappyPeople and JourneyOfFrance had been standing, there were two smoking craters, surrounded by charred gobbets of greasily smoking flesh.