We were asked to do our worst with: penitence, bureaucracy, amnesia. It's sad to say that in my case, the result was less than impressive
I've got two cans of gasoline in my trunk for the job. They're awfully light, though.In fact, they're... empty? How?
Didn't I fill them up today?
I run back to the offices. The only way to build new ones is to burn the old ones. Otherwise, you have to wait years for the plans to get approved.
This is madness. I can't go through with it. I won't do it. I-
But someone's beat me to it. Another torch-job, perhaps?
The flames light up the night sky.
What kind of madman does such a thing?
And where's my lighter?
I promise to do better.