tbh I was more like "Welp.. need to wait outside then, I guess."
It was just a small fire because some dickhead burned a backpack on the basement for whatever reason. Not much smoke or anything.
Today it's more like a funny story you tell friends or when dating. One might even say I played through the fire and flames. Ü
Remember that German gas pipeline that randomly exploded? Maybe those vessels just.. explode.. randomly. What a shame. Don't you just hate random self-ignition?