#The Story

Damn, it's all over. I'm screwed. Those bastards are gonna off me for sure! I had a feeling something sketchy was going down in my town. Should've stayed home that day, man! I mean, seriously, I saw tanks, dudes armed to the teeth and ambulances shouting through loudspeakers. It was just some protest crap that didn't concern me. Also, there were rumors about a disease spreading like wildfire in the city. Now people are too scared to poke their noses out the door. Those brave enough to work were raking in big bucks. So, like an idiot, I went out too, not taking any of it seriously. And now look at me, stuck with this hefty stapler! I mean, this thing is huge and heavy, feels like it's melded into my hand, oh my god... It even opens up like a freaking jaw when I clench my fist. Haha, I'll never forget that twisted day, cowering behind a dumpster, with brains oozing down this thing. Geez, I had to squish a poor dog's skull while I was hiding from the military. The darn thing started yapping at me. That crunching noise will haunt me forever... And here we go again, that buzzing noise is back. It's the fan attached to my head along with a coffee machine. It kicks in whenever I'm nervous. You know, these new limbs of mine seem to be functioning somehow, although I'm too petrified to give 'em a proper look...