The end was near. The volcanoes were getting ready. People were loosing their minds. Some of them were insane with jealousy and rage. The clouds and the sky roared. It was raining blood. It was out of control. Zorrow was gorgeous and he had purple and turquoise eyes. All the other race car drivers hated him. Zorrow was the best race car driver in the world. No one could drive as fast and smooth as he could. He drove a black mustang. The other race car drivers were loosing focus. One of them crashed and went up in flames. It was gruesome. Two other race car drivers crashed into each other. And soon all the drivers had completely lost their minds. They all went up in flames. It started to rain and thunder. Zorrow just looked up and smiled.
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