what we have so far: There once was a young woman who owned an abnormally large house filled with many pots and pans piled in her rather creepy basement. She collected utensils and silverware too but then she tripped over her collection of utensils and stabbed her. The police arrived and immediately began transporting her to the police station but then suddenly three chickens arrived, removing her liver and begin to summon more chickens to help aid the woman’s liver, obliterated by vicious blood thirsty chickens. The woman decided to cook them, converting all the chicken into soup to eat for her son’s birthday who also lost an arm and a leg because of chickens. The chickens hunted day and night, tirelessly searching for more young boys to break their endlessly persistent blood-thirst. The chickens began scrambling towards the entrance of the gold course to search for young boys to each them alive. The packed some sharpened swords and got prepared to scavenge a box filled full of kids who were forcefully recreated during the second-coming of VCAA, mache’d with exams and student stress from endless curriculums and pointless hours accumulated from studying and academic validation from atarnotes member, because they rule the operations system. They began to threaten them with their sharpened swords and more exams to brutally harass the children to revise for exams about extracting livers and performing autopsies on pot-owning ladies. In order to collect more livers, to create potions, to summon Gods, to destroy the pot owning ladies who fight with chickens who stole their pots and pans. They clucked along on their way to the enormous utensil producing factory, carrying the livers of the fallen pot owning ladies in order to build a kingdom to house their collection of rotting old lady corpses, decayed and smelling and maggot infested earlobes and nostrils. She created a chest to store all her… things… and then began to collect from the young boys, all of their utensils and cutlery to create a liver feasting party to celebrate their ownership of the collection of livers which was rapidly piling upon couches and leaking onto a $20000 rug, lowering it’s value to just $2, spoiling their investment to buy a 2 story house to store more assorted body parts.
I add: Sirens flickered brightly
