The Evil Jigsaw Puzzle

I love jigsaw puzzles. You can get them in 1,000 piece sets to 40,000 piece sets, if you're crazy into jigsaw like me. Allow me to spend a few paragraphs elaborating on how much I like Jigsaw puzzles.

Crap, I accidentally deleted that 5 paragraph spiel. Sorry everyone, I guess that means I have to skip right to the actual story.

I ordered a 40,000 piece jigsaw set from a mysterious company. Those are actually not cheap so I went to call the company to ask how the charge would appear on my bank statement but they already did the mysterious company disappearing act. Whatever.

So as any jigsaw enthusiast knows, you do the puzzle upside down then flip it, and you get the picture. It started off normal enough, took me a few days to find all the corner pieces. But I found myself strangely drawn. Like nothing else mattered. I found that if I neglected eating and drinking I could quickly find the side pieces. If I ignored my children I could quickly find the pieces that aimed towards the center, so I chained my children up in the basement.

I knew what I was doing was wrong but I had to know what this picture was. I discovered if I meat-hook my husband and tortured him the pieces would reveal themselves as he screamed. The more magnificent his torture, the more the puzzle would reveal.

The more I induced suffering the more my dread of what the picture was to be, but I could not stop. I had to know. Finally after months of agony I had completed the puzzle and it was time to turn it over.

I turned it over and it was a fucking picture of Rick Astley singing "Never Gonna Give You Up."

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Credited to The2500 

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