Greenhouse Garden; Fiesta Del Caza

A middle-aged man seemingly in his late early 50's stepped into the tropical paradise, completely ignoring the growls of whatever was within. He either did not seem to hear or didn't care. He was spectacled, naturally; bifocals not nearly as shiny as the bald of his head, but with eyes as sharp as the cut of his jib. He seemed to be a ladies man-- rather, what one from the late 70's would have looked like. Slightly popped collar with an unbuttoned button up shirt and khaki pants... with open-toed sandals. Looking at his wrist impatiently, his golden watch shone in the sunlight, blinding him to whatever was before him. "About time, then, for me to walk..." he said under his breath, getting ready for his morning stroll through the jungle.

'Do Not Come This Way' would pass through the Head and Heart of the man who ignorantly sought to walk into the jaws of destruction and the light of burning fire. Though its severity was being held back to keep him protected, if he were not to heed these words that would suddenly grant him the Thought in his head and the Feeling in his chest to turn back from where he was going and what he were doing, then he would be burned and that would be the consequence of his action after not heeding the command of something omniscient. The rays of the sun carried vibrations from on high that would be absorbed into the skin; the powerful electromagnetic waves that suspended the realm in the gravitational pull of the sun and maintained the planet in orbit foretold with the pulsation of its light and the emanation upon his skin to the utmost slightest of undulation, as simply a warning. This wave of fire came as a rising heat; his blood pressure would rise and his head would begin to hurt, and his body would become hotter than normal.

'This Is Your Warning, Being Of Flesh. Turn Back.' From there, Kukkulhich would wait to see if he was wise enough to heed these thoughts and feelings, or if he would so foolishly press on into what might be this man's own undoing literally at the hands of the Kasaigami in the Shinsanity of Fire's command.

The tatterdemalion middle-aged man that had come to the estuary of the jungle-esque theme park stood stolidly before the land before time with stoic eyes set on his goal. There would be nothing that would deter him from his morning 'walk-in-the-park.' That is... Until the heat started to really hit him.

"I'm... not feeling so good." He touched his head, which suddenly throbbed with discomfort, and thoughts that accompanied it. He felt it in his chest. It was just too hot out today and he wanted to be inside with his air conditioning. "... I will come back another time." Slightly disheartened, the ragamuffin turned tail and walked on back to his deluxe condo, rubbing his head and easing his pounding heart as much as he could. "Maybe... I will stop for some Ice Cream. Yah." In only moments, he was back in the city.

The stray shot hit a tree and struck it down immediately. It would be engulfed in smoldering flame instantaneously without question, as if blown off the map by an enormous presence and pressure. It tore through half the terrain, scorching that land with the heat of the core of the earth, then slowly beginning to rise from the heat of the Sun bearing down upon it. Any Cold-Blooded creature wandering around would soon be fossilized.