While huddling around a bonfire in a Georgia summer night, some friends were discussing ways of entertaining themselves. One friend suggested "Scary Stories". And we ran with it...

The first story was about a man with a golden arm. I can't tell you much more than that because I kinda zoned out half way through the 20 words per minute storrytelling.

Nonetheless, the story came to its conclusion and everyone waited to see the epic failure of an ending (whatever it might be) and it was shockingly unsurprising.

BOO! (or Gotcha!)

It's supposed to make you jump up and scream at the very moment you are on the edge of your seat. It's a common trick used in horror films where...aw, sorry, I forgot my audience.

So anyways, this tragedy somehow begets another tragedy. People have not had enough. (can you sense my mood at this point)

"Who's next?"

Nobody says a word.

Chirp-Chirp (they were going crazy...the crickets)

And then...

"Hey, freeztar, why don't you tell us a scary story?!" (with a bit of joking sarcasm in the voice)

Ok, I replied, but it's not what you are going to expect.

There is a quasar (omitting time spent explaining this) called Wolf-Rayet (WR 104) that is aimed at us (omitting time spent explaining this) which could possibly annhilate our planet in one fatal instant (freeztar's wife: Oh god, here he goes again). Radiation would cause *everything* to explode in flames and we would be "microwaved", to put it lightly.
My unenthusiastically stunned audience was unmoved. One friend remarked that it was lamer than the first scary story. I tried to explain that mine was scarier because it had truth behind it. Scary is always scarier when it could happen to you.

Well...That was the end of Scary Stories around the fire, for that day.

And here I sit blogging, pondering WR-104...