In real life it’s called Thermite, and is not so easy to play with.

Someone was burinng a beeswax cangle on the driveway and someone else took their lighter and lit a flame in the middle of the wik.  Iit started burning hotter than the other flame, and burnt through the wick enough to make the top half fall to the ground where it extinguished.  the flame on the candle then uickly burnt through the entire candle, and even stayed lit on the driveway for some time.  apparently it had been lit with some gelatinous fuel called lycos, which made flames burn super haot and super fosat even past being on the fuel.  They liked using it to set ropeladders on fire ond have a sign on the street calling for help to get down from their treehouse.

I went and bought some of the fule from some random shop owner who made hit.  He filleda small gasoline tank I brought over from his ubcket of it.  It was thick and chunky and dark bluish purple, and I have no clue how the girl got it into her bic-like lighter.

War with friends.

I was in some factory trying to blok off a few bridges and doorways to make a secured internal island of sorts with justin and peter.  peter left his guarddown briefly and jori managed to breach the security without us noticing.  she got into our main roomand i talked her out of shooting peter ruight away, intead waiting for justin to return so we could all talk things out and come up with a diplomatic solution.  he came back and offered to allo her the kill she i] and after shooting him i shot her in te head, though she didn’t die or figt back.  eentually i went and got jenny for some victory acton, and then when t outside to check the perimiter.  i noticed some satellite dishes that didn’t belong and as i got closer for inevstigating started taking gunfire.  i took each person’s gun as i killed them and used it on the next.  one guy used a mortar .

That was a year ago, fool.

Tym called me up asking if I ever gave his name out during chanology. Apparently he got some letter and t-shirt about something that happened a year ago during some race or something. I couldn’t remember, but he confirmed I had somehow. I was busy using a piece of rope with the ends tied together to stretch and contort the room.

Fingers!

Jenny wanted to get her pinkies cut off because she never used them for anything and they served her no purpose. I couldn’t talk her out of it, and she had someone with hedge trimmers and a bucket cut them off.

Later there was some killer who could morph his shape and become invisible killing random people and other super heroes. Apparently he came around every decade or so and killed wrongdoers brutally. I helped the ninja turtles hunt him down and eventually kill him.