Gurkha,
flying in his swift and powerful Vimana
hurled against the three cities of the Vrishnis and Andhakas
a single projectile charged with all the power of the Universe.
An incandescent column of smoke and flame
As bright as the thousand suns
Rose in all its splendour
a perpendicular explosion
with its billowing smoke clouds
the cloud of smoke
rising after its first explosion
formed into expanding round circles
like the opening of giant parasols
it was an unknown weapon,
An iron thunderbolt,
A gigantic messenger of death,
Which reduced to ashes
The entire race of the Vrishnis and the Andhakas.
The corpses were so burned
As to be unrecognizable.
The hair and nails fell out;
Pottery broke without apparent cause,
And the birds turned white.
After a few hours
All foodstuffs were infected
to escape from this fire The soldiers threw themselves in streams
To wash themselves and their equipment.

Urban legend inspired by Mahabharata (intriguing?)

Part of the Placid Inventory :)