Fucking InDog'sAssAreans

Once upon a time, there was a little kingdom called Pearl Island. It was a nice and idyllic place, just partially polluted, with just a few open burnings here and there, but still, not too bad overall.

Its status of being just barely polluted was envied by many, and chief among those was the kingdom of InDog'sAssArea. This kingdom of foul, vile and uncouth people hatched an abominable plan. They developed a sophisticated way to deliver poisonous air to Pearl Island. Since some of the more retarded inhabitants of Pearl Island were already openly burning their shit, the InDog'sAssAreans decided to beat them at their own game, just that instead of the usual garbage, they used their rainforests. They reasoned that since they have shitloads of jungle, they might as well use them to fool the Islanders.

In their opinion, their diabolical plan was fool-proof, as it needs to be, since their kingdom is mostly inhabited by fools, and it was time to launch it. The benefits would be two-fold, pollute the life out of Pearl Island and mislead them that they were the cause. Part one of the plan worked, and the island was shrouded in smoke and ash, violently disrupting the lives of the islanders, especially struggling runners, who couldn't train because of the %@#$#$# haze. Part two however left much to be desired, since the InDog'sAssAreans neglected the fact that the islanders actually have enough intelligence to deduce that the amount of haze casted does not correspond to the total amount of shit produced by the island.

Beleaguered and with their backs to the wall, their government came up with a masterstroke, the 'act don't know' tactic, where they would deny all responsibility and act helpless, dropping excuses like it's out of their hands if their people decides to use the forest as their own oil reserve.

And with that, Pearl Island was left to their own devices. But there was really nothing that can be done, save heavenly intervention. While the haze continued its reign of terror, a young runner was slowly being tormented. He couldn't train, right around the time when he was down to compete in a few races. He too knew he was at the mercy of the lethal smog, so he prayed, and prayed, and prayed. His prayers went unanswered for a few days, but the skies did finally open up one day, but just a bit. The rain lasted barely 5 minutes, just enough to mock the young runner. Still the runner didn't give up hope, and continued praying. The next day, he got his wish. Raindrops the size of erasers divebombed through the air, right on the young runner, enough to make him soaked, as if to remind him to never have doubt, to never believe in the power of darkness.

At the end of the rain assault, the haze was pwned, for now...