EGG
Scalding hot sulphurous winds buffet me, as I stand on a small rocky island of steaming basalt. Around me, roiling rivers of shining liquid magma cut me off from any escape. My eyes hurt just looking at this scene and I'm attempting to shield my face from the furious glare and heat. I hop from foot to foot in an effort to stop my boots from melting. It's probably futile. I look upward, hoping to see some deus-ex-machina: a wizard guiding giant eagles to pluck me from certain death, or maybe a helicopter. But it's useless. The sky is full of smoke and ash and lava-bombs careering through the air like short-range meteorites. I have no superpowers. I can't save the planet from a fiery death. I can't save myself. All I could do, probably, is fry an egg - if I had one.
