Ponies and knights

As you sit there at the fire you've begun to call home you realize just how much your life sucks.You've died hundreds of times,have no friends except for the guy with iron pupils who stares at the sun,you barely ever have time for relaxation because of the thirty billion things that want to kill you,and to top it all off you think there's a pebble in your boot.But hey its not like it can get worse right.As soon as those words leave your metaphorical mouth the fire begins to crackle and burn with new intensity shifting colors rapidly with no rhyme or reason.Your ever brilliant mind tells you to touch the rainbow fire so of course you touch because following stupid trains of thought never led you anywhere bad.As your hand comes in contact with the flame your mind begins to slow and I pulled into the darkness as you slowly fade from consciousness five words escape your mouth:tase the third degree burns and your gone.