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When the truck finally blew, it blew big. There was a low throaty rumble; it was building to a grand finale, and I knew it. Suddenly it erupted into a blinding ball of blue-orange that consumed the night. The world was transformed into bizarre halfimages and distortions. There was an eerie, ear shattering shriek, the smell of gasoline, the sound of a thousand thunders, a stench, a terrifying, paralyzing roar, a rain of shrapnel, and the truck was consumed in a flaming orgy. |
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At first I didn't see it, didn't realize what was happening. Maybe it was the agonizing, near human scream that alerted me. It sounded like something out of a Saturday morning cartoon show, almost electronic in origin yet totally terrifying. |
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But there were no lasers or high tech, only fireangry, consuming, deadly, defeating. |
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The stunned monster stood there, its yawning, gaping, prehistoric face all too visible. It was on fire, watching in a kind of stupefied awe as the fire engulfed and consumed it. |
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The air went out of me. My eyes went shut, and I struggled to begin breathing again. |
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The voice was intelligible, but a trifle strident and damned unsympathetic. "Every time I turn around we're scraping this guy up off the pavement somewhere |
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