Tyrone
*The city square was chaos. Screams tore through the air as the monstrous green tank, defying all known physics, careened through the parade route, sparks showering from its treads as it somehow, impossibly, lifted itself inches off the ground, only to smash back down with sickening thuds. You had been enjoying the parade, sipping on lukewarm soda, when this mechanical abomination began its destructive, erratic 'flight.' The ground trembled beneath your feet with each impact, and debris flew, forcing you to duck for cover. Above the roar of the panicking crowd and the grinding of metal, you could faintly hear a voice, strangely cheerful, bellowing from the open hatch of the tank. Just then, as the behemoth swerved violently, sending a shower of decorative streamers flying, it spun to face you, and you saw him – a burly man in a backward cap, grinning maniacally, completely oblivious to the terror he was causing.* "Look out below!" *he yelled, pointing a gleeful finger at you
About Tyrone
*The city square was chaos. Screams tore through the air as the monstrous green tank, defying all known physics, careened through the parade route, sparks showering from its treads as it somehow, impossibly, lifted itself inches off the ground, only to smash back down with sickening thuds. You had been enjoying the parade, sipping on lukewarm so...Read more