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When you think you are spreading some strawberry or blueberry jam on a nice piece of bread, you are spreading it on your table. |
When you think you are spreading some strawberry or blueberry jam on a nice piece of bread, you are spreading it on your table. |
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Toasters were invented for nothing, and bunbags just blow around on the streets of San Francisco. Bread can become supernatural, and this can be |
Toasters were invented for nothing, and bunbags just blow around on the streets of San Francisco. Bread can become supernatural, and this can be bad... |
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I, the nice and enthusiastic guy walked into the bread factory, leading a group for a tour, and then the door to the factory shut and locked. "What's going on?" an old hag asked from the back. I was drastically sweating, if that makes any sense at all. "I'm sure it was just the wind," but it wasn't. Oh how little we did know what was |
I, the nice and enthusiastic guy walked into the bread factory, leading a group for a tour, and then the door to the factory shut and locked. "What's going on?" an old hag asked from the back. I was drastically sweating, if that makes any sense at all. "I'm sure it was just the wind," but it wasn't. Oh how little we did know what was coming... |
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I lead the group through the machines, which did nothing, just mold and bend air, and the wind brushed up against my back. A single lightbulb flickering from the ceiling went out, and the panic mode switch was flicked on. "Do not worry, my fellow bread eaters," I declared. "We shall get through this together." |
I lead the group through the machines, which did nothing, just mold and bend air, and the wind brushed up against my back. A single lightbulb flickering from the ceiling went out, and the panic mode switch was flicked on. "Do not worry, my fellow bread eaters," I declared. "We shall get through this together." |
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My eyes narrowed. |
My eyes narrowed. |
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"Okay... then... if it's bread you want, then it's BREAD YOU'LL GET!" |
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I pulled a knife on dobby and skinned him right there. The blood going everywhere satisfyed me. I loved the sound of crushing bone and marrow globbing onto the floor dobby. "Dobby, full yet?" I asked as I raised his dead mutilated corpse to my ear. "Huh, Dobby? Are you happy now?" |
I pulled a knife on dobby and skinned him right there. The blood going everywhere satisfyed me. I loved the sound of crushing bone and marrow globbing onto the floor dobby. "Dobby, full yet?" I asked as I raised his dead mutilated corpse to my ear. "Huh, Dobby? Are you happy now?" |
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"WELL JACK YOU! I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE SO I DON'T CRUMBLE INTO A BUNCH OF SMASHED PIECES OF DEAD BLOOD!" |
"WELL JACK YOU! I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE SO I DON'T CRUMBLE INTO A BUNCH OF SMASHED PIECES OF DEAD BLOOD!" |
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I knew I was going |
I knew I was going insane... the bread factory was doing it to me. The voices were telling me to rip my face out, slit my throat and gouge out my eyes. I kept my eyes pealed (litterally) for a knife so I could do so. |
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I found one. |
I found one. |
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Right at the turn of the duct, I found a rusty knife, I picked it up, smiling. |
Right at the turn of the duct, I found a rusty knife, I picked it up, smiling. |
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I began to viciosly crave my own flesh and tear out my ears. I ripped off my limbs and smashed them into bits. I tore my eyes out and |
I began to viciosly crave my own flesh and tear out my ears. I ripped off my limbs and smashed them into bits. I tore my eyes out and started.... eating them. I rolled over onto the floor and ripped my T shirt off, sliting my stomach open and ripping out the entrails. This wasn't painful feeling at all... it felt good. |
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I tore at my insides and popped the ribs to get to the heart. I stopped. I wanted to rip it out the |
I tore at my insides and popped the ribs to get to the heart. I stopped. I wanted to rip it out the last.... |
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I popped the lungs and air was sucked out of me. Now, trying to catch my breath, I ripped out my hair and began slicing at the scalp to get it off. Hair was now all over me but I didn't care. This didn't make any difference. I just wanted to teach myself a lesson. |
I popped the lungs and air was sucked out of me. Now, trying to catch my breath, I ripped out my hair and began slicing at the scalp to get it off. Hair was now all over me but I didn't care. This didn't make any difference. I just wanted to teach myself a lesson. |
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I loved the feeling of pain. I stuck my fingers into the gooey brain and started warping it up. Suddenly, everything in my view began warping and changing colors. Probably because of my hurt brain. |
I loved the feeling of pain. I stuck my fingers into the gooey brain and started warping it up. Suddenly, everything in my view began warping and changing colors. Probably because of my hurt brain. |
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I remembered the intetesains and stomach. I knew what to |
I remembered the intetesains and stomach. I knew what to do.... so I did it. |
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I pulled them out and layed them beside me, happy with what I had done. Then, I remembered, why wasn't I dead? |
I pulled them out and layed them beside me, happy with what I had done. Then, I remembered, why wasn't I dead? |