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[He's struggling with a bucket filled to the brim with water, his face a mask of pure determination. There are smears of ash across his cheeks and hands. He knows it's not much but he has a lot of people and animals to protect and the fire really hurts.
Until it suddenly doesn't. He can't hear the roar of the fire anymore or feel its scorching heat on his skin, nor see the smoke filled sky. Instead he sees a huge building looming over him.]
Fuck! What the hell is going on here!???
[ooc: Hi! A newbie with Colonial!Australia. He's come directly from the Black Thursday bushfires in Victoria, 1851. And yes, he is prone to his bouts of swearing at this age. I hope I don't fail too bad.]
Until it suddenly doesn't. He can't hear the roar of the fire anymore or feel its scorching heat on his skin, nor see the smoke filled sky. Instead he sees a huge building looming over him.]
Fuck! What the hell is going on here!???
[ooc: Hi! A newbie with Colonial!Australia. He's come directly from the Black Thursday bushfires in Victoria, 1851. And yes, he is prone to his bouts of swearing at this age. I hope I don't fail too bad.]