08-27-2013
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Quack Quack~
Join Date: Sep 2011
Posts: 1,810
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"Hello. You may have stepped into both the first and the last of my story. The story... Of a starchy potato head. I always wanted to have a name of my own. Something like "Maximilian the great" or "Benny". Let's be honest, though, a potato will always be a potato. I have no emotions to let my feelings rise along the flowing surface of the vast blue oceans. I have no heart to breathe so that the beatings of my existence will always remain in vain. I was only born to sit in the comfort of my master's kitchen while he grips his clean and sharp stainless steel knife with his cold-blooded hands, Watching my brethren be slaughtered as he slices in one after the other. He then grabs the corpses of my humble family and throws them vigorously into the boiling hot pits of the fryer. He calls the corpses of my people "French Fries". I always have that name engraved into my head. It builds fear inside of me and makes me feel like i'm closer to my grave. Most of the time, I cried oh so dearly that i screamed for the help of their gods. There was never an answer worded back. I could have understand why my call has not been sent. It is because i am of an inanimate object. I will forever be static unlike the creatures that roam the earth. I will never grow a pair of legs to walk along the sands of the beach like humans do. I will never grow a pair of arms to climb my way out of the inevitable hell my master has created. I have forever decided to lay there hopeless and to continue seeing my brethren suffer one after the other until it was my turn. When that time comes, i will be... a French Fry." ~END~ |