Flame Lord

Ok so...I'm minding my own business right? 3:00 am. I wake up, roll over and this dude is staring at me under his cloak. I lose it like what the heck man. And he raises his flaming hand...I'm like, its done, its over, but he instead produces a platter of well done steaks. Wth? So we ate them together and he told me about his fam back home. He has a tragic past. Anyway ever since that moment I've never had steaks that aren't well done. The smell of burnt beef always reminds me of my shady buddy.

so cool!1

i love it!