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[shatter-brought.livejournal.com]

From somewhere in the stratosphere, there is a rumbling.

Tonnes of compressed rock and ice have lost their battle with the Earth's gravity, and, with inexorable slowness that all-too-soon becomes a screaming burning rattling race, begin to tumble towards the planet's surface. Pieces flake away, smoking and curling with the heat. The meteor glows, red, then white, then a colour so bright it'd burn your eyes just to look at it.

The atmosphere is putting up a good fight, but it's still a sizeable chunk of space debris that hurtles along on its collision course with Toronto.

Then--

--impact.

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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Local genius.

Overworked, oversexed and over by the kraken pond.