I look out my window and notice a man standing

I look out my window and notice a man standing there. His eyes lock with mine. As I blink...
he blinks. As I wink, he winks. I turned my head slightly and so did he, all the while maintaining eye contact. I doffed my hat and stepped back from the window. He
doffed his hat and stepped toward the window. Then he grinned, revealing razor sharp teeth. "Gah!" I yelped and dashed into another room. Lightning flashed. I couldn't look
more bedraggled if I tried, I realised, catching sight of myself in a mirror. My sharp-toothed friend had pursued me and now advanced, cap in hand, grinning manically. The storm wa
rmer I'd set up two years ago finally came into play. In the span of seven seconds a passing tornado was toasted to a nice crispy brown. Ding! The warmer thrust it into my friend'
Why? Why did this have to happen? Remember: tornadoes are not food.
Tlaloc, Aztec God of weather, had to sit down on his sacred mountain. The tornadoes were giving him some fierce indigestion. He hadn't felt this bad since the Honduran hail storm.
He downed three temples-ful of Tums, but to no avail. His indigestion was getting worse. Tlaloc, Aztec weather god, was desperate and growing irritable. When he spotted the Spanish
galleons being scuttled off the shore, he was miffed, for he had planned a might wind for Cortes and his ilk, but the wily Spaniard stayed one step ahead of the
arms race. He was winning by far. With dozens of nuclear warheads how on earth could Cortez keep up? Of course, that all ended when Da Gama used them in the Arabians. Goodbye world

Started: 2015-06-29 15:18:54
Finished: 2015-11-23 19:11:14

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