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. Sirens flickered brightly as the police came to join the hunt for the pot-owning lady but then suddenly, the police betrayed their duties to instead support the feasting of livers because they secretly were chickens disguised as police men who uphold the laws and morals of eating livers, as it’s a necessary act under organ related legislation enforced by the organ division of pots-and-pans r us!, a speciality store that is dedicated to assorted kitchenware run by chickens, because chickens are the core social player within the liver industry. The industry is blossoming with many money seeking entrepreneurs destined to sell pots worth millions, filled with livers and other organs, decayed with many years of wear and tear, smelling like high school toilets from Victorian schools which absolutely reek like vapes and are covered in concerning damp amounts of perfumes and toilet paper. The pots seemed to resemble the toilets, almost sickeningly identical, filled to the brim with other flowing filth and utensils in never ending piles, stacked against cubicles nearly toppling over onto poor students. The students carefully avoided the utensils, fearful of the deconstruction of society which was approaching the chicken police to destroy them once and for all. The students ran away from the schools because the chicken police were coming to arrest all the teachers and principles who were not adhering by VCAA guidelines of strict conditions and unnecessary stress, outlined in their long study ensigns which no-one reads. Occasionally, nerds will obey these rules like a puppet, afraid of the consequences and repercussions of disobedience in any and all non SEAS applied studies across subjects student’s don’t care, or care excessively about, like massacring helpless potatoes or simply, maths. In order to stop the chickens, the mathematic nerds and the potatoes convened at the local grocery store to buy some fruit and vegetables to feed the very hungry potatoes as a bribe for the chickens to convince them to stop stealing and committing crimes of feasting livers and other organs. As the day slowly dragged on, the chickens made sure to begin massacring little boys and hungry potatoes to make soup to strengthen the cooking skills of the chickens to boil livers religiously. These cooking lessons sanctimoniously allowed for the cultivation of a soliloquy to chicken food culture similar to Shakespeare’s, yet superior in culminating chicken faeces and the use of liver extracting devices. They began to plan their takeover, plotting and chewing on the world to create anarchy and devastating bloodshed, spilling across streets around the world. The world began to darken, bleeding, spreading its evil of pot-owning ladies and murderous chickens globally. Gloom suffocated the cities, creeping ever so slightly towards the end. The end of the world and chickenkind and mankind, united under the collective liver-collection order to create a weapon of livers to overthrow the anti-liver coalition to create a new dictator government to control everyone into becoming livers and being eaten
