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Collect the firewood, and set the tinder on it, make a ring of kindling around it. Get out your firestarter of some kind, heck you can even just repeatedly strike two sticks against each other, and watch the flame grow. Feel the pleasure of the heat blazing. This was how to start a fire, the typical thing you would learn as a scout.
Watch the pile of rubbish burn. It was a fate well deserved after all, so why not add more fuel to it? It’s a team effort, and a good cause, after all. People should learn that their actions have consequences.
“ You’re gonna die a really dumb death “
Repeat the routine, fan the fire of justice, it’s well deserved. Doing something like this so frequently is bound to lift you up the ranks. Just fuelling the flame get boring, so you start your own fire, pull out the match and strike it against the box as you were told, and light the garbage
“Ahhhh, this is the end for you huh “
Strike the match against the box, light the trash, watch in joy at the victory. Matches are starting to get a bit too slow at this pace, why not try a lighter? Push the button down and dispose of the filth. The ashes would be evidence but who cares? Good deeds shouldn’t be forgotten.
“ Found another bad guy “
By now, the fire starting has taken a new leader. The lighter has been refilled countless times, smoke smelled so many times it’s almost gotten dull. Is it supposed to matter what gets torched? Isn’t it just the cause of some inconvenience, big or small? Wasn’t that all it was in the first place? The point ought’ve not been lost.
“ I think I’ve got all her details now. Based on her previous tweets I’ve worked out her school. The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol “
It's nice to see the light of the flame soar. To see the enemies be punished. Fire is to be fought with fire, that’s the only way lessons are learned. Doing the same thing or even going to further extremes is fine because they did something wrong. The problematic people are to be punished.
“ You’re the worst offender of all “
Reach out to grasp the rubbish. To scream at one of the monsters you swore to destroy. Realize your hand has gotten lit. The trash had been set alight. Wasn’t this karma? No it can’t be! A good person doesn’t mean for another to die at their hand. Isn’t this just mean? Feel the flames burn. Oh, whatever happened to the pleasant smell of smoke and the joy of seeing the flames rise? Isn’t this but another piece of garbage being disposed of? Run, run away. Remember the first fire you lit, look at what happened now. The ashes embed into the ground from the footsteps, no one will remember this.
No one will remember this. No one will remember this. No one will remember this. No one will remember this. No one will remember Fuuta Kajiyama.