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Day 10: Gas Station - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Gas Station
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. The glass fronted coolers chattered gently and a couple bricks of the marijuana inside toppled harmlessly to the floor. Outside the windmill began to spin and the gas pump nozzles rattled lightly.

All was quiet for a moment before bursting into loud, booming explosions as the gas tanks beneath the pumps ruptured with whatever fuel was not evaporated by now. Fires burning flickered and licked upward and outward at the building. Behind the gas station the windmill toppled on its rusty supports into the forest. Inside, the glass fronted coolers cracked and exploded in a spray of glass everywhere within the small building.

The floors, made of concrete and wood, pitched and the checkout counter split down the middle. The building itself stood strong and would have been fine. Except the ferris wheel, carried by the force and weight of the roller coaster train, swung down fast and hard into the fiery mess of the gas station, crushing everything, including the roof, in its path.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.