A Thing
She pauses for a second, before quickly leaving the store devastated.
Without Ysir's patronage your store begins to slowly lose money. Eventually you lose everything except for the bakery. Your house, your car, and even your pet bird - Drammakelsteinbergshkastanislavskyslav - who you had to eat in order to stay alive. You start to slowly lose your sanity, and you begin to hear whispers coming from the bread shelves. The bread you are making now is more monstrous and deformed than ever before. Those few citizens who do still buy your bread are becoming ill and tired. Rumors begin to spread that the new bread you are making is somehow demonic, though you ignore this and continue to bake. The whispers get louder and louder, the people get angrier and angrier. Those few that did once buy your bread have all gone missing as the whispering becomes even louder.
In the end, you lose all hope, and are devoured by the bread in your sleep. Soon the bread tears through the rest of the small town you once called home. In 1 week Russia has been taken over by the bread, all of the countries military might serving as no match for the might of the bread. The bread doesn't need you to bake it anymore as it multiplies faster than it can be killed. In slightly less than a month the entire planet is consumed by the bread, and from space, someone could not distinguish the land from the ever-growing mass of bread. Forced into action, the Intergalactic Bop Federation (or, IBF) takes drastic measures in order to save the rest of the universe. As Earth is shelled with explosive rounds the size of skyscrapers, your body sits in the bakery - sad, alone, rotting, and covered in bread. This is the last state you will ever be in before your body is completely destroyed by the IBF's shells.
You died.
Without Ysir's patronage your store begins to slowly lose money. Eventually you lose everything except for the bakery. Your house, your car, and even your pet bird - Drammakelsteinbergshkastanislavskyslav - who you had to eat in order to stay alive. You start to slowly lose your sanity, and you begin to hear whispers coming from the bread shelves. The bread you are making now is more monstrous and deformed than ever before. Those few citizens who do still buy your bread are becoming ill and tired. Rumors begin to spread that the new bread you are making is somehow demonic, though you ignore this and continue to bake. The whispers get louder and louder, the people get angrier and angrier. Those few that did once buy your bread have all gone missing as the whispering becomes even louder.
In the end, you lose all hope, and are devoured by the bread in your sleep. Soon the bread tears through the rest of the small town you once called home. In 1 week Russia has been taken over by the bread, all of the countries military might serving as no match for the might of the bread. The bread doesn't need you to bake it anymore as it multiplies faster than it can be killed. In slightly less than a month the entire planet is consumed by the bread, and from space, someone could not distinguish the land from the ever-growing mass of bread. Forced into action, the Intergalactic Bop Federation (or, IBF) takes drastic measures in order to save the rest of the universe. As Earth is shelled with explosive rounds the size of skyscrapers, your body sits in the bakery - sad, alone, rotting, and covered in bread. This is the last state you will ever be in before your body is completely destroyed by the IBF's shells.
You died.
