"Is that a yoyo?" Prana asked the women that was atop of him while performing a very excellent "walk the dog." As he looked closer, he noticed that the yoyo was glowing and that he had seen something like this before.
"Why yes! Isn't it a wonderful thing? The spinning, colors, and lights! What's your name? My name is Celifone, isn't this thing wonderful?" Celifone rambled and bounced while still sitting on poor Prana. He supposed this was repayment for the airborne rescue he had performed earlier.
It was at this moment that Prana looked up and noticed that Tumericks Shop of Gnomish Inventions That Should Probably Work Most of The Time was just across the street. He also saw a similar yoyo on display in the front of the shop. It also had a description of the said yoyo.
Super Conductive Overcharger Plasma Converter- Great toy for children of all ages
Product uses: Product charges with each use and builds up a plasma charge that causes it to glow blue and spark!
Product Warnings: The product has no way to release stored energy and may explode if it strikes a hard surface. May cause loss of sight, hearing, single limb, or all of them. Oh yes, and possibly death. Do not use close to others, and stay at least one mile from all populated areas! We are not responsible for any death or dismemberment caused by our product.
"Oh no no no," Prana cried out as he turned to see Celifone bouncing the yoyo off the wall of Tenth as Good as Your Quarter's bar. He looks at the yoyo, and it was glow and crackling like a firework ready to go off.
"Look how pretty this is, I never got your name yet. What might it be?" Celifone asked as she started to perform "Around the World" with the crackling blue nimbus on a string.
Prana began to panic. He now knew what this toy was and what eventual doom it would bring. He began to look around frantically and spotted a goblin that had a license plate around his neck that said, "Gobbly."
Goblins are known for their voracious appetite in eating absolutely anything. This "Gobbly" was attempting to pry a cobblestone free to snack on it seemed. So Prana grabbed the crackling yoyo from Celifone's hand and yelled at the goblin.
"Hey there, Mr gobbly, I've got a snack for you," Prana said while trembling with the now shaking blue yoyo in hand.
The goblin looked up from his interrupted meal to see what this bag of bones and robe wanted. When its eyes fixed on the vibrating blue globe hanging from Prana's hands, they became much larger. He had not eaten something so bright like this before. His mouth slowly dropped open, and five misshapen teeth poked out with a large glob of drool.
That was Prana's cue to toss the yoyo into the mouth of the small creature. The crackling yoyo sailed through the air and into Gobbly's mouth. He swallowed it done as Celifone was protesting behind me.
With this done, Prana turned and grabbed Celifone. He knew what was about to happen, and he dove back into the alley with Celifone in his arms. They missed the mattress this time and landed on the drunken wizard that woke with a great start.
"What is the meaning of," the drunken wizard started, but stopped when he heard people screaming outside the alley.
It was at that moment that Gobbly had realized the food was quite exciting and that it was making him feel funny. The goblin began to expand like a balloon and started to fill the street. Now, to anyone watching from at least two to three blocks away would find this quite entertaining. Though, for the average onlooker within the range of one block or less, this was a troubling scene.
Finally, when Gobbly was able to touch the shops on both sides of the street, he stopped expanding. Gobbly's eyes had almost popped out of their sockets, and his cheeks distended comically. Suddenly, the goblin tipped forwards and let the pressure out from both ends.
Locals within zero to fifteen meters radius had no chance to react and had all their clothes singed off, save their undergarments. People of this city all were fireproof garments and used dragons breathe lotion. Getting caught on fire was a daily thing, and most had gotten used to it. It was a city filled with wizards, gnomes, and other mystical beasts that enjoyed the fine art of toasting things.
Others outside the fifteen-meter blast radius were able to erect wind or ice walls to stop the blast of heat. Once the heat died down, people pulled out new robes and went about their business without a thought to the calamity that just occurred.
People of Latchivenna mostly wore robes out of convenience, considering the everyday dangers of stepping foot outside your house. Robes were never fireproof because they thought acid proof was better. This standard was on account of old Beeziwick mistake with an acid that caused every fifth to seventh rainfall to rain a weak acid that tended to eat through the average robe.
Back in the alley, Prana let out a sigh of relief. That was to close, he thought. He was going to have to start paying more attention. At that moment, he heard a sound from beneath himself.