Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25890122-20150611214940

Fire is always scary, humanoid fire is terrifying, but the living embodiment of fire and chaos itself? I have one thing to always keep in mind. Run. If something wierd is happening, run. Run unless you have a human shield. Even if you do have a human shield, run. Human shields are expendable, so it would be no hinderance to a being of fire. Just run. If you see it, run. If you don't see it, run. If buildings behind you are destroyed because that thing is still chasing you, run. I'm getting too far off topic. Just run.

Fire is by far the most destructive element. I've known that since I was four watching Avatar, the last Airbender. What you might think is just starting the stove, could lead to a cataclysmic explosion, but no fire is more destructive than Schlitt. I came across what I thought was just a raccoon or something in a trash can. It was just sitting there trembling. I decided to let whatever was stuck in that thing out, but it turned out to be the living embodiment of anger, chaos, and fire. It jumped out and asked me numerous questions, which I was too scared to answer. He finally got tired of my "game" and started burning all the buildings around me. Bit by bit my town was literally was literally going up in smoke. Once the entire space was open he, they, it? Whatever, it doesn't matter. Schlitt started gliding towards me, just barely faster than I could run. Here we go again. We're running.

I did all that I could to stop this thing. I blocked him with anything I could. Dogs, fire hydrants, trees, whatever I could find. I did know one thing about Schlitt. He was physical matter. He would still collide if something was in front of him. Water did nothing, but he didn't spread like a normal fire would. I was beginning to think that I would die, even with all the hinderances that I found, but then there was my house. Home sweet home, or safehouse from the embodiment of anger, hatred, chaos, and fire. Yes I am intentionally adding new things to his title constantly. I was able to reach my house with almost no time to spare. I could feel the searing heat on the back of my neck. I know that I'm safe in this corner of my house as long as I leave no openings for him to come through and never go outside. He is patrolling my house, ensuring that I will need to wait him out.

An unusually long time has passed since Schlitt has passed this window. I don't hear his crackling footsteps anymore. I'm still worried to check outside, because he may be watching through another in case I come out of this room.

He isn't at any of the windows in my house, so I actually felt like he left, but there is no way of knowing if Schlitt is outside without me physically being there. He does seem to be gone. I don't hear him, feel him, or see hisawzqzssqsqs.

'''This man has died for disturbing my sleep. This should tell you that you can't trust your senses. His story was quite entertaining to read. Who knows? Maybe the world will know my name because of this experience of his.''' 