They got the can going and it slowly caught the dresser and curtains above it. Once the curtains caught, the bedspread went and the books on the shelves above. Every time something caught on fire my section of the audience clapped and yelled. My friend said the firefighters were looking in our direction in horror. Five minutes after the start the entire room was nothing but a ball of flames. Thick smoke was pouring from the face and the heat was so bad my face was burning.
They finally took a hose to it and it took three good shots to get the flames out. My friend next to me wasn't happy they put it out. He wanted everything as a pile of ash but it was too hot to let it get that far. Everything was black and charred and emo. The lamp in the corner had it's plastic covers melted to sludge. It was really cool looking. My friend said the lamp was post modern art. I said it was post-mortem art.
tl;dr Fire is fun!