Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35195751-20190128022715/@comment-26234016-20190131015933

Anyways, time to write some quick oneshots.

The Arsonist swaggered down the street, a small bottle of gasoline dangling out of her hand and splattering along the ground. The last house she'd hit, she thought. After meticulously making sure that the gasoline could trail to the place she'd prepare for lighting, she dropped the can and dusted her hands off. As she walked to her home, she saw a figure standing in front of the house. A woman, in an army jacket, holding a gun in her off-hand. She looked relaxed, but the Arsonist knew that she had military training of some sort or another.

"Hail and goddamn wellmet, am I right?" She yelled.

"What are you, uh, doing?" Asked the Arsonist.

"A good job. Protecting a cute girl's house from the big bad monsters of the night."

And then they kissed or whatever I'm too tired to write any more dialogue.