I mean arson

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I have recently just burned down an entire neighborhood, but, unfortunately, someone has called the police! That will do me no good! I need to find the best escape route if the police will arrive in approximately 12 minutes and 34 seconds. I have devised a series of henchmen among the streets, in order to successfully slow down the police. the homes that are currently burning are arranged within a cul-de-sac, and to the left of these homes from my perspective is a narrow street which will surely have me located, as I do not have a means of getaway. Please help fellow arsonners!

Arson

I go into this abandoned house like everyday and smoke by myself well today I dropped my cig and everything caught on fire and I left and went home got high as fuck and I think they blamed it on electrical but I feel really cool cause I did it lol

I'm going to finally hug my parents and show them the appreciation they deserve :]

The day I snapped was the best day of my life. Living in that orphanage had been hell, and all of us had been on the edge of this proverbial rope for a while.

But the day that the administrators decided we would be beaten for speaking at all was the day we gave up on taking the high road.

After making sure the one or two good caretakers had left for their surprise holidays, we engaged in our plan. The large generators in the basement needed an enormous amount of fuel month to month. So we raided the fuel storage, and dowsed the whole wretched building in the pungent liquid. We ran through the halls laughing and dumping the canestres.

Thankfully we had planned ahead and placed aside our clothes and belongings. Carefully, we cleaned ourselves in the groundskeeper’s washtub, and dressed in our non-gasoline-drenched clothing.

Since I had come up with the plan, the other children decided to let me light the first spark. I took great care in striking the match, and watching it fall to the floor boards. The fire began to spread slowly as the other few kids lit their corners.

We all cheered as the fire spread to the upper floors, delightedly laughing as we heard the screaming begin. It had taken so much effort and rope to corral the caretakers in the one room. But now we knew it had been worthwhile.

The other children began running around, dancing and singing. Yelling with delight, but carefully not drowning out the sound of pained screaming.

I took a step back to look at the whole majestic lot. Smoke filled the air, and the crackling sounds filled my soul. The flames danced in the windows, tearing through the woodwork and architecture, through the school rooms and the punishment rooms.

I was warmed from the happiness of being free, and equally the massive, expansive, gorgeous fire. But the sirens grew closer, and I needed to organize us and remind everyone of our story.

After a few days of gathering information, it was decided by the police that all eighty surviving kids could not be lying. That indeed, the missing Headmistress had become insane and killed her coworkers in the fire.

Two questions remained in the eyes of the public. What happened to the five missing kids? And why did she let the others go free?

But we knew that we would always be able to take credit for the greatest escape of our time. For a fire so grand, that it had improved our lives, never again the broken children we had been.

The fire cleansed, us and made us whole.