Chapter 226: Cleaning The Dirt

"Okay stop! This is our turn here!"

Graveyards and Tylers, I found, do not really go well together. It's like oil and fire, or a building on fire... or fire with even more fire.

Point being - Tyler was fire. The metaphorical bad kind. Volatile, brash, loud as all hell, and certainly not something you want going active at the wee hours of the morning.

Not unless you want some policemen at your doorstep as I came to find out.

So yeah, picture the most picturesque image of a cemetery, the absolute epitome of solemnity. Now boom - put some fire.

Can you still feel the solemnity? Or has it all burned to cinders by a tumultuous flame humming tiptoe through the tulips across headstone after headstone?

I gotta admit, for the sparse fair few that were here too, it made for some pretty amusing reactions.

"Annnnnd... here we are!"