User blog:ChillyFreeze/Crazy Burnard Infernite: my SECOND randomized story

Burnard Infernite had always loved hot Magma Wastelands with its leaking, lively lava waterfalls. It was a place where he felt annoyed.

He was a crazy, worried, BOILING HOT LAVA drinker with red legs and short hands. His friends saw him as a panicky, pong psycho. Once, he had even revived a dying, Meltus. That's the sort of man he was.

Burnard walked over to the window and reflected on his the opposite of cold surroundings. The fire teased like running burning hot flames.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Flamzer Infernite. Flamzer was an ecstatic tough security guard with scorpion-like legs and scorpion-like hands.

Burnard gulped. He was not prepared for Flamzer.

As Burnard stepped outside and Flamzer came closer, he could see the xanthocarpous glint in his eye.

Flamzer glared with all the wrath of 2869 warm-blooded happy heated rocks. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want to tell you about camping."

Burnard looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the warm Oxy-Juice. "Flamzer, having a Campcube is enough," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two victorious, vague volcanoes walking at a very jokey festival, which had rock music playing in the background and two panicky uncles jumping to the beat.

Burnard regarded Flamzer's scorpion-like legs and scorpion-like hands. "I feel the same way!" revealed Burnard with a delighted grin.

Flamzer looked happy, his emotions blushing like a careful, cooing Cupcake.

Then Flamzer came inside for a nice drink of BOILING HOT LAVA.

THE END