Burn, Baby, Burn
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Burn, Baby, Burn
October 2 2006 at 1:28 PM |
Harbinger Of Death
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If you follow the winding staircase on wheels around to its end, you will find yourself standing on a supported metal grill that sits squarely on top of a heap of wood and charcoal. At the edge of the grill is a thick metal stake with handcuffs. After the subject is deposited there, the staircase can be wheeled away to give a wide berth to the ensuing bonfire.
There is a stockpile of accelerants next to the control panel that operates the ignitors. The contraption is fashioned after a gas grill so that the fuel doesn’t burn off and collapse, leaving the subject without a full and encompassing inferno. “We want it to burn nice and hot, of course,” says the woman at the control panel, motioning toward the accelerants. Then she adds, with a smirk, “Can’t have you going off half-baked.”
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