Why Don't We Just Burn It All Down?

Hello. My name is Blossom Glassflower. I am a blue and pink bunny who has played Animal Jam since the beta was released. I am one of the rarest jammers in the game and have lots of great buddies. I feel like I should be happy. I feel like I should be out on the township hosting parties, trading centers, markets, whatever.

But for whatever reason... I feel nothing. I put on a facade of excitement and jubilation for everyone, but when I am alone? When no one is there to see behind my mask? I drop it all. My smile fades into a limp line, my eyes lose their luster and rather than my energetic and peppy posture, I slump into a neutral position.

Lately however, I've been feeling one thing: loathing. For myself, for my buddies, even for the land of which my fame has been born. At first I thought 'It's just you. You've never felt anything before, why start now?' But as the days went on, the loathing, the sheer HATRED of everyone and everything around me, began to take a toll on me. My mask began to crack in public.

People noticed quickly and asked if I was alright. Oddly, I wanted to say 'NO! I AM NOT OK!' But I fixed my mask and said "I'm fine, just having an off day." After I was alone, and the disguise was safe to take off, instead of having thoughts of how to make my mask stronger, more convincing, I was thinking one thought. It was on repeat, it was all I could think of.

"Why don't we just burn it all down?" No more hatred. No more scammers. No more arguments. Just the crackling blaze and the heat of which none could survive.

No one would live there anymore. It would just be too hot. And yet it seemed so appealing. I made up my mind. One day, where no one other than me and my buddies were around, I told them "I have a plan to stop all hatred, fear, scamming and general unpleasantness around Jamaa."

They asked me what my plan was. When I told them I planned to burn everything down, they gasped. "But that's so dangerous!" One said. "People are gonna die!" Said another. I shut them all down saying "I have the power to make your life a living nightmare. Help me. Or I will make completely sure that you are one of the first to die in the blaze."

They all helped me then. We wandered around at night, pouring gasoline, oil, paper and other easily flammable things around Jamaa. After hours of work, we finished. One of my buddies was about the light everything, but I said "Wait. I want everyone to see how we fix everything." People wandered outside, confused at the smell of gasoline that seemed to coat everything.

"Everyone," I declared. "My buddies and I have a solution to all scamming, hatred, and unhappiness in Jamaa." People murmured at the bold statement, some in mocking terms, others in intrigue. "We have decided to burn everything to ashes. No one can suffer if everyone is dead." The crowd cried out in protest at the extreme movement I was making. But it was too late.

I flicked a match and threw it on the ground. In what felt like an instant, all I could see was shades of orange, red, white and yellow. Smoke was all anyone could breathe. All I could feel was heat, intense heat that I knew I wouldn't be feeling for much longer.

All I could hear were the roar and cracks of the fire, mingled with the ragged coughing and fearful screaming of jammers all around me. And slowly, everything turned black. After what felt like an eternity, I felt my eyes... Opening. My body became less stiff, albeit still hot and numb.

An unknown voice began to speak, soft and motherly. "I see you've woken up." I bolted upright, confused as to where I was. I was in a room with velvet carpet, green walls swirled with gold highlights and an assortment of soft beds, one of which I was laying in. A few other animals lay in beds nearby.

They were a seal and a giraffe. The seal was doing something on a tablet and the giraffe was sleeping. "Where am I?" I asked. "This is the afterlife. Specifically for those who reincarnate Jamaa." The soft voice said. I was confused, a first for me.

In fact, I felt lots of emotions. Odd, considering I felt nothing when I was alive. "Reincarnate? What do you mean?" I asked. "Get out of bed, I'll show you." I slipped out of the bed I was sleeping in. I noticed that instead of my usual Flower Crown and purple Beaded Necklace, I was wearing Butterfly Wings and a Tiara. They didn't look bad, but I much preferred my usual.

(WIP)