The city went up in flames. Houses and offices were burning into the ground. The cries of the dying people started to haunt the town. Three teens became united by the flames. They smiled at their creation. One male and two females.
    "Now they know we're not ones to toy with," Spoke the male.
    "Tomorrow I think we should get the state, what do you guys think?" Asked one of the females.
    "That's not a bad idea," the other female spoke as she lit a match and threw to the ground.
    Matches.
    The first world ending tool.
    It grows with gasoline.
    And ends with ashes.
    Driven by three teens with the desire to bring their suffering to ease.