My approach with everything.

This troper's Boy Scout troop is consisted mainly of pyromaniacs, and a few musicians. Between, leaves, slugs, ice, hand sanitizer, bug spray, first aid kits, et cetera, we will set most anything with fire, even if it isn't flammable.

At least you'll have nice background tunes when your troop goes on their pyromanical rampages!

Well, if they can play Advent One Winged Angel then it would be official that the troop is awesome

Two Words: Flaming. Rock band. WIN.

Like WHAM!

Scenario: Two dogs are fighting over the trash they knock out of you're trash can. One's pretty big and the other one is the neighbor's fighting dog. Now you're a eleven year-old boy who is still afraid of knives but likes chemistry. What do you do? Test out that Napalm you saw how to make on the internet. Be sure you bury the ashes.

This troper once stepped into her bathroom to find a giant wolf spider. Non-poisonous, but huge and utterly terrifying. First she tried to squash it with a shoe, but it kept running away. Then she sprayed it with hairspray that made it JUMP at her and cause her to run screaming from the room. Finally she managed to more or less trick the spider into running into the sink, where she sprayed it with more hairspray and then grabbed a match, lit it, and threw it in. For the record, hairspray is REALLY flammable. Also for the record... Spiders on fire can still run!

This troper imagined that entire scenario in a CalvinAndHobbes-style comic strip.

Note that this applies to headcrabs as well.

Having spent several years as a camp counselor, this troper considers an aerosol can and a lighter the best way to deal with those pesky black widows. When a little fire doesn't work, use ''more''.

You can NEVER have too much fire when dealing with spiders.

Am I the only one quite scared of the idea of FLAMING SPIDERS?

Fire is the only way to properly deal with wasp's nests. Cue the asphalt burner!

Just be sure to use enough fire. Wasps' Nest+Not Enough Fire=Very angry wasps.

This troper's bunkmates were really bored (we were going into tenth grade, the oldest campers there) and to kill an ant on a bench, they decided to go for overkill. They covered it with shaving cream, covered the shaving cream with cologne, and then used a barbecue grill lighter to set it all off. The funniest thing? The damn ant wandered out of the mound in the middle of it all without anyone noticing. All that happened was a big burnt spot on the bench.

This troper used to have an uncle who lived with his family. It didn't matter what insects got into the house (spiders, flies, ants, bees, etc.); once they landed on the wall, they were executed with a lighter. A couple of years down the road, my parents repainted all the walls in the house, once the burn marks on the walls got out of hand.

This troper enjoys producing mutant versions of songs to fit the overall /tg/ ethos of "one third Warhammer40000, one third DungeonsAndDragons, two thirds {{Troll}}ing." He is at present working on "I-I can't wait to kill you with flame". (The {{Eberron}} version of ''Khe Sanh'' is almost finished, incidentally).

Like all kids, This Troper and his brother did the hairspray-lighter-flamethrower thing. We even kept it confined to the concrete, for safety. Unfortunately, this "safety measure" left a big black splotch on the brick dividing wall between our property and the shared backyard. Oops. *SweatDrop* (it was an ovoid street with a big yard in the center)

This Tropette is fairly known for saying "KILL IT! WITH FAIYAAAAAAAAA~" in a MSN chat. She also loves to look at fire, and is kinda amazed by it, although she usually doesn't put things on fire because she fears burning herself, or worse, someone/something else. Also, she almost completely burned a map she did for a RPG. She wanted to burn just bits of it, because, in game, the owner of the map had dropped a candle over it, but she ended too delighted with the fire, and more than half of the map was lost.

Just watch this troper play video games. More often than not, she'll use her mages in Fire Emblem and Final Fantasy just to watch them burn things. :D

This troper and her friend have a conversation in GratuitousFrench: #QUOTE#'''Me''': TAIS TOI ET MOURIR DANS UNE GRANDE FLAMME MERCI BEAUCOUP #QUOTE#'''Friend''': er #QUOTE#'''Friend''': ca ne marche pas aussi bien que ces phrases en anglais....

This troper has developed a tactic for dealing with wolf ambushes for Adventurer Mode in ''DwarfFortress'' that relies upon trees being flammable. Let's just say it's really very awesome watching a dwarf kill a wolf by hurling the burning corpse of another wolf at it, and leave it at that. (He is also prone to setting trees near friendlies on fire...but that's this trope plus VideogameCrueltyPotential).

It's ''Dwarf Fortess''. If you're not drowning things in magma, you're doing it wrong.

Not quite "Kill it" But This Troper has played Fire Tennis.¨

Epic Win

This troper's granddad still likes to kill fire ants this way. He douses the nest with gasoline, takes his fireplace lighter.... Much more effective than all those costly poisons.

Originaly thought this was how to kill the witch in Left 4 dead; learned otherwise pretty quickly.

This Troper was once in an RPG where another character had a fire elemental. Its dialogue was pretty much limited to "Burn now?" and its owner's dialogue wasn't much better since he had a level of Pyromania. We pretty much Killed Everything With Fire, whether it was a swarm of deadly magical bees or a monastery whose monks had turned into evil plant creatures. At least until the elemental started a forest fire and came after us. The only thing that stopped us from ''being'' Killed With Fire is that two of the party's wizards (although we were all wizards) knew a banish ritual.

The only way this troper believes Alcohol can be ''truly'' enjoyed. Hey, it's better than actually ''drinking'' that stuff.

This troper concurs heartily!!

What about drinking it while setting it on fire?

This Troper WILL find a fire-based weapon and kill many of the friendly [=NPCs=] and the mooks.

Bit of background for this one. This Troper's grandfather built the house I live in now, and at the time (I wasn't born then) there were a lot of trapdoor spiders around. Now, for all you non-Australians, a trapdoor spider is highly poisonous and lives in a small burrow-type thing in the ground. My grandfather would pour kerosene down the hole. In a subversion of this trope, the spider would get drunk from the fumes, and stagger out of the hole... and he'd squish it. THEN he'd light the hole to get rid of anything else living down there.

I have an intense fear of bees, hornets, wasps, etc. There's a lot of them where I live. My method for removing an in-ground nest? Clear the surroundings, pour gasoline over it, ignite, run. Don't forget to run.

Every spring, usually around May, we begin to find ants crawling everywhere. I find a ton of them in my room for some reason and for a while was content to just smash them when they got annoying (read: anywhere near me or my food), but recently I finally got sick of them, pulled out the matches and began burning every one I see that's not on a flammible surface. By the way, I stopped twice in the middle of typing this to kill some (I really need to get an ant trap).

This Trooper had an art class which was a nightmare. Every project had to be redone, they all turned out wrong, I got a C in a basic-level art class (despite being artistic) and was informed my stuff sucked. So when I was done with the class, I took the only thing I had left from it, several paintings, cut it up into strips, and set it on fire. It was immensely satisfying.

Mosquitos are starting to adapt to convencional aerosols. However, this troper's researches have confirmed the theory that they are not yet fireproof... (a cockroach survived it for ~7s though). Doing it, naturally, ForScience!

This troper managed to get rid of his junior high school memories for good by burning his yearbook. Hah! That's for three years of nothing but hell. This troper regrets recording that momentous occasion.

This troper's elimination of a few Cuban Cockroaches when thusly:

Step on it....kept moving

Step on it again kept moving

Jumps on it with it's 250 lbs frame....KEEPS MOVING! These things are unkillable....One solution left

Grab cheap cologne, grab lighter and with makeshift flamethrower : For the Royalty!!!!!! Burn the ever-loving crap out of the bugs.

This troper has made a tradition of burning homework from last school year at the beginning of the new one. It's very satisfying, and the only hard part is getting the lighter to work.

Fire is considered one of the two best ways to permanently kill kudzu, as just cutting the stuff and pulling the roots out won't work. (The other option is taking all of the vines down, finding the root crown, then coating a herbicide on the crown.) On the other hand, DON'T burn poison ivy, oak or sumac – if you inhale the urushiol vapors, the allergic reaction that can occur in your lungs will make you very seriously ill. So be careful if burning an area with kudzu in it – sometimes toxicodendron plants (especially poison ivy) are known to grow under or near the kudzu or its host plant.

"Kill it with fire!" "And Burn the corpse!"

Cherry flambe. IT IS DELICIOUS.

I decided to plan for me and a few friends to go on holiday, but now none of my friends could make it, a very upset little pyromaniac me decided to burn several bits of paper which I had written down who is coming and planned what I am going to bring.

This troper was once burning a massive pile of cleared brush. Said pile burned for over forty-eight hours and became a catch-all disposal area for old clothes, trash, fruit, ''beer bottles''...Nothing was left but a giant pile of ash.

My favourite tactic of dealing with everything that is inconvenient. Cue Ride Of The Valkyries!

Among the many uses of the D&D spell Prestidigitation is to light a candle, torch, or small campfire. With an understanding DM, it can also cause Pickpockets, Snooty Butlers, and Rowdy Tavern goers to spontaneously combust. The Tavern goer was the most amusing, as he continuously glared at me for the entire time I was seated at his table. Then I set him on fire, watched him flail around helplessly as the rest of the party hit him with swords, and then I hit on his girlfriend.

Our churchyard was infested with webworms so my dad and I burned them with torches and later cut down the branches with the ones that were higher up, collected them in a bag and burned them in a barrel.

What most artists want to do to their old, dated works.