Sooooo, guys... what if I told you I just cleared out a MEGASTORE using nothing more than 15 25 matches? And leaving the store itself intact, aside from tables zombie horde demolished?
EDIT: My bad, I thought matchbox had the capacity of 10 when I wrote that.
Good sir, I would impose upon you to elaborate, nay expound upon the event in question.
Why, indeed I shall, sir. By a twist of fate my game begun in a shelter not far from a megastore, which, as usual, had been infested by ravenous revenants of the classic kind, though I am not, in fact, utilizing the exclusively classic-option - the horde which attempted to descend and feast upon me just happened to be composed of such individuals.
Employing the aid of the matchbook that has been in my posession I have set a few specimen of plant life, more specifically of shrubbery, ablaze. Utilizing the dimness of the mob that had been following me, I have led them, one by one, into the raging infernos said bushes turned into and one by one, the undead monstrosities had been consumed by the raging flames.
I find myself obliged to inform that in process of leading the undead hordes to their demise, I had been utilizing my unique penchant for Fleet of Foot, thanks to which I have only sustained minor damage to the chest area, although at one point I had been forced to cauterize a bite wound.
After the building had been thoroughly cleansed of all signs of un-life, I took the liberty of looting it, in process obtaining truly absurd amount of storage space, exceeding three hundreds.
I would call you a filthy liar and to get on my level (by burning down important buildings).
Good sir, I must protest. At an earlier point, I had burned down a gun store, resulting in a deafening explosion, a regional school, a garage, and a pretty massive section of a town, until I had the misfortune of running into a combination of a Brute and smoke and fire blocking my escape resulting in my demise in a quite literal blaze of glory.