FIELD NOTES

Tremble, mortals, before the ingenuity of GASOLINE! A volatile elixir, bestowed upon us (curse that AZOTH!) through a lineage most peculiar. Observe: from humble Water and raging Fire, we birth Steam. From Steam, through Air, we conjure Cloud. And thence, through rain, biodiversity, and the grim specter of extinction, we arrive at the primordial Oil! But THEN! THEN, oh glorious, infernal climax, we introduce Fire to Oil and are GIFTED Gasoline! I theorize some hitherto unknown resonance between the primal fire and the ancient, compressed sunlight locked within the Oil's Fossil soul, creating a symphony of hydrocarbons, each yearning to explode! Imagine, the potential energy! A liquid sun, waiting to unleash its fury! I nearly had it… nearly unlocked the secrets of condensed solar fury myself! This viscous marvel promises untold power, the ability to fuel engines of impossible velocity and destruction! A single drop contains the ghost of ancient jungles and the promise of roaring progress. — Prof. Von Clawchemist, Sun's Zenith, Year of the Smelting Serpent