French toast

From Hak5

Despite the argument Darren continued to write. “Focus on the show, not this silly play”, Wess’ words of wisdom echoed in his mind. “I’ll show him!” he muttered under his breath as he opened a new page in the wiki.

Chapter Eight: “A bittersweet goodbye”

With the king’s execution orders still standing the man began to plead. “If you could spare me for just one hour, I must speak with the princess! She can clear this all up!” he shouted as the guards tied him to his dining room chair. Offering little comfort the plate of French toast sitting to his side was still unknowing of how he truly felt. While it sat alone, syrupless and incomplete, it watched as the man’s life came to an end. The bullet pierced his heart. He began to weep. With his last dieing breath he called out to the breakfast, "Forever sweet, I love you French toast!"

Moistened by his blood the toast was glazed to perfection as the red fluid of life oozed from his mouth. The toast felt regret as his corpse began to chill. It wanted so badly to cry to the heavens and proclaim its love for the man. But alas it couldn’t, for it was merely a plate of French toast.

Darren stared blankly at the flashing courser on screen. “What was I thinking, writing the end first?” he thought,”What was I thinking, writing this to begin with?” Could Wess have been right? With merely days before the next episode release shouldn’t he have been focusing on the show? Suddenly inspiration struck. “I’ll accept the fact that it makes little to no sense, doesn’t target our demographic, and that I’ve got no chance in hell of actually casting Natalie Portman as the blind yet loving princess” he said to IRC. “But that’s never stopped us from making progress before”.

Chapter One: “Breakfast fit for a king”

As the sun breached above the horizon,light pierced thru the royal stain glass, each of which resembled a member of the royal family. The servents furiously ran amoke the kitchen preparing the feast. They all knew what they must do. Eggs flippin, Saussage rollin, bacon sizzling, and the kings favorit,the taste to kill for, French toast.
in the mist of the events that happen during the night, the most crucial component of the feast was missing. During the ten years of the kings rule, He insists that only fresh syrup from the royal Mayple trees be collected and supplied for the royal family. The trip to the royal Mayples pertains to a full days journey.

As the king waited impatienly, almost fuiriously for his royal breakfast, the smell engulfed the room.

Chapter Two: "Confrontation"

My Lord, I come from the kitchen....