The Furnace & The Wall: 650° Degrees
Filed by: Jerry "The Ankle Biter" Silverhand
Witnesses: The Clown, Mr. & Mrs. Catford
Laugh Track: The Joker (all Batman iterations)
At 650° degrees, nothing lives.
Flesh doesn’t survive it. Steel doesn’t hold against it. Stone doesn’t last in it. At that heat, life stops pretending it has options. You don’t negotiate with 650°. You either endure or you’re erased.
That’s the inheritance:
- My old man? The Wall. He never moved. Cold. Brutal. Absolute.
- Me? The Furnace. I don’t move either—except I burn while I stand.
The difference is simple: The Wall resists. The Furnace consumes.
At 650°, you don’t coexist. You dictate. The world doesn’t test you. The world bends, cracks, or burns away until only the unshakable remains.
Jerry’s Commentary: “Narrating this like a cheap noir flick, I gotta say—650° ain’t a death sentence, it’s a recruitment drive. Everything weak signs up to die, and what doesn’t? Becomes legend. That’s the case file. Close it.”
The Clown: “HONK! At that temperature, I don’t melt—I *scream in laughter. The punchline is ash.”*
Mrs. Catford: purrs, claws tapping stone — “Steel bends. Flesh peels. But dignity? That survives.”
Mr. Catford: low growl — “And it bites back.”
The Joker: all at once, every version overlapping — “Heat, chaos, madness… sounds like home!”
Graffiti on the Furnace Wall: "Don’t ask what survives at 650°. Ask what dares to stand there in the first place."
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