#fire solves all problems

[imxthexhandler]

Fire solves all problems. - Teithor, jokingly

( @lironandfriends)

Amelia princed the bridge of her nose and let out a sharp sigh. “No, no, no. No, no, no, no, it doesn’t.” She opened her eyes and looked over at them, pointing a finger. “Don’t you dare.”

[ask-riven]

ಠ_ಠ ( -CHIN HANDS- )

Send me ಠ_ಠ to know an inappropriate thought my muse has had about yours. (Accepting)

‘Sometimes I think she should just light people on fire.  She’s a mage, right?  How hard is it to just let all the insulting, thirsty, grabby punks burn?  They’d all do well to remember just how close they are to turning to an ash pile should she decide to just let go.  Yeah, fire would work great... Or I can just turn bend them into positions no body was meant to take...’

[authorellenmint]

So this playthrough of BG3 I've decided to try to solve most of my problems with firewine barrels.

Anyway, I figured I'd thin the herd in Moonrise Towers by putting a bunch of firewine barrels in the throne room and setting them off from the rafters.

But one of the barrels held a drunk Kobold and he was not happy. He popped out, then took off to kill not one but two of the on-fire guards.

[x-broken-angel-x]

Fire is the solution to everything

Homework causing stress? Burn the homework Mean people causing you trouble? Burn those people School being a pain in the ass? Burn the school down Too many people in one area? Set something on fire, they usually run from it Bad art you can’t stand looking at and never want someone to see? Burn that shit Bad leader of the country? Please for everything good burn them The world is a mess? Honestly at this point setting the world on fire would be doing it a favor just make sure it kills all the humans See? Fire is the solution to everything

[giving-myself-to-ashes]

I couldn't use the vacuum to kill a spider because it's almost midnight and my roommate is asleep, so instead I just set it on fire

[shadows-of-almsivi]

---Frostfall, 16th, 4E 201---

Rage. Good. I can work with rage. Let's build on that.

Rage is clean and white, rage is anger made holy and righteous. My armor throbs and pulses against me at my anger, the sigils of Boethiah glowing promisingly.

Right. Savos.

It is on that deceitful old guar's last wishes that I am down here, attacked by monstrous, phosphorescent draugr, and their undead hounds made all of  veins and teeth. I was set forth in dire urgency, the possible fate of the College if not reality itself hanging on me retrieving the blasted staff, and he never ONCE saw fit to mention that he knew this place. More importantly, that it knew him. He sent me in his stead to face whatever horrendous mistake he left unsolved here.

I am no one's pawn, and especially not to get chewed on by undead Nords made of glowing veinweed--

Everything down here is getting set on fire. EVERYTHING.

[shadows-of-almsivi]

---Heartfire, 4th, 4E 201---

A woman, Faralda, stopped me at the bridge that leads up to the College proper. After seeing the local attitudes, I can understand the necessity for a little gatekeeping; still, it rankles me to be treated as some lost novice. She asked for a display of skill, a simple ball of fire lobbed at a target carved into the ground. A child's test. I played along. Whether it was truly necessary to melt the entire target, or to enshroud myself in flames for dramatic emphasis, is questionable. Still, a good impression never hurts, and I am no tensummer whelp. They let me in immediately.

[omegaresnovae]

"Anything worth solving is worth solving with fire."

Truer words have never been spoken.