Welcome children, welcome to the happy meadow. The Happy Meadow psychiatric care facility. Were the hero of our story resides. We walk down clean white halls,past the sign that warns to remove all weapons before entering "the cage." We come upon a fenced in booth, where an old woman sits. Her girth envelopes the chair. Sort of like watching osmosis first hand. "Hello fat old lady, who's children left her without a penny, so she has to work a dead end job to pay for her meds!" Oh, she yelled something quite rude at us.

We go past the old broad as she swears, and complains about the foot lost to diabetics. Poor old tart, oh well, screw her, let us get back to the story.We continue down these overly long halls, past a sign telling us about "dangerously disturbed individuals" and into a hall ringed with padded cells. Now we come upon a very special one. The one that holds our hero! It's a large door, with flame retardant material covering the door, with an extra strength lock.

The man inside is Fred Smith, brought to us by his dear sweet brother John and sister Jane. They had asked, they had pleaded, they had fallen and begged, but Fred could not, and would not end the war against those made of ice. "The Ice people are coming!" He would shout every day, as he lit fires galore. "All who burn are my foes, all who run are the enemies of the true god!" As you can see Fred has a queer notion, to him, people made of flesh covered ice hunt him and his fellow priests of the god of fire. It is up to him to help stop his foes from freezing the world. The only way to do that is to make the world burn with holy flames. Oh, now look, a small group of men are coming to pay a visit to our friend Fred. Two guards and two happy psycholinguists, hoping to get published with the case history, the case history of Fred.