okay, i've kept all two of you in suspense long enough. i give you...

Bizarro's Death and the Mighty Wind That Almost Thwarted Our Efforts to Destroy Him
It was the last night of Cornerstone. After showering in sulfur water, I made my way back to camp, which I could easily see from the dusty main road. Past a line of tents, (Encore 1 & 2 and Impromptu) our campsite lay about 100 yards away. Everyone began to trickle back and talk turned to killing Bizarro. Bizarro was a puppet I had made early in the week to keep from going insane or melting in the heat of the day. Actually, that's not true, I made him one night when I was bored and had lots of blue tape. Anyways, he had a head made of a cut-up water bottle with a little trap-door mouth (kinda like Beaker from the Muppets), a Pop Tarts box body, and some tiny rope arms. In the glow of the citronella candle, he bacame quite a frightening sight.

Well, Bizarro had served his purpose throughout the week in keeping us entertained and we had all agreed that on the last night, he would go down in a blaze of glory. So, let me set the scene...Dusty main road, a line of three stage tents along it, then about 100 yards from the road throught the tents was our campsite. Loud heavy metal coming from one of the tents, perfect music for destructive acts.

We staked Bizarro down with a tent peg a good 20 feet from our tents and canopy cover. Guy, being the pyro of the bunch loaded Bizarro with sparklers and all manner of firecrackers as Jacob videoed the progress. And then, for reasons unknown we all looked up. Every one of us. 100 yards away, billowing up over the 3 stage tents was a white, dust-filled wind that looked like a tidal wave cresting over the tops of the tents. We all stared in awe. "It's the Apocalypse!" I yelled. And the gale rushed at us faster and mightier than a train. We all stumbled at the impact of it. It took our staked-down canopy cover and hurled it no less than 50 feet away into other peoples' camp sites. One of the small tents flipped over and I grabbed on to it to keep it from doing the same.

The strength of it only lasted no more than 10 seconds and we all, in a frenzy, reasoned that Bizarro was trying to thwart his death. "Kill him!" We screamed madly. "Kill him!" So we ran to see if he was still there. Yes! Guy began to douse him with lighter fluid as Jacob documented everything on video tape. Heavy metal music raging in the distance, Bizarro turned into a pyre of flame and smoke, finally burning down to nothing. And there was great rejoicing that night at the demise of Bizarro. The End.