One stormy night, Scott was walking and all he could see was trees and leaves. As he was walking all he could hear was his squeltchy old boots and his waterproof coet rubbing on the leaves. All he could think of is how to get the golden sword from the big boss Black panther. Every minute, every second, every millisecond a whiplash of ideas came through  his incredible mind. In the distance he could see a sum sort of sun. He started to get really warm and started to take layers of. Waterproofs off, under armer off. It was a boiling hot desert.