[ TT ] Dragons are real , they 've been dormant in the deep for thousands of years and now they began to emerge

﻿Love Letter 
 
 These flamethrowers were earned through the hard adherence to American law. Full of gasoline, bought legally as well, the weapons are meant to be used as a last resort. Firing flamethrowers in our forest encampment might put us in danger if the entire forest catches fire. We usually need mention our flamethrowers once. The precious value of this protected land means nothing to us compared to freedom. 
 
 We resort to these giant disasters to avoid gunfighting. Yet we will not shrink from a fight. Matthew, quickly identifying a new threat in the West encampment, fired a few pock-shots through the trees, partially to alert us, and partially to scare the enemy. A great cry came out after the second burst of assault rifle ammo, and Matthew dropped straight from his tree and ran towards the sound, shouting, `` Ho, ho.'' 
 
 It was not the first case of friendly fire, and it would n't be the last. Being in a wilderness survival setting increases all the senses, and makes you paranoid. With that combination, friendly fire is inevitable. 
 
 Vernon, shot once in the shoulder, was completely incapacitated for a few days. We gave him medicine, and snacks, and said he would be remembered if he passed. He became our creative consultant. He requested we leave the forest to recruit. We could n't leave, but we could call out, so we began asking former neighbors if they would bring us snacks to show support for our downed hero. 
 
 It took us many days to earn our first snack, 4-cracker pouches of peanut-butter sandwich crackers. The note said the donation was meant to show support for us, yet the donation was not a request to join us. There was no contact information included for us to respond with, so we considered memorializing the snacks as our first show of support. But Vernon opened them anyway. 
 
 The snacks gone, we set out for hunting again, and met our first real enemy. A SWAT team. 
 
 `` You must leave the area!'' The loudspeaker sounded from all directions. `` Put your weapons away and come as quickly as you can.'' 
 
 All of us knew there was no going against a SWAT, so we sought to escape. Leaping through the sticks, we conjoined at the fire tower, climbed on top, and used binoculars to spot the SWAT. 
 
 The SWAT never found us. They disappeared before we could fight them. 
 
 They took our flamethrowers. Only God will judge them. Then flames rained from the sky, as we knew they would soon, and the flamethrowers were no good. Like giant bears, the volcanic beasts had fallen.
