All of the members of the toaster gang hated bread. The gang
war is already in its second year, with no end in sight. The origin of the conflict has always been
unclear; Toasters say bread made the first hit, and they were just retaliating—others
doubt this claim. Marcel the shell was a kitchen decoration. He has witnessed
the gang violence in the kitchen from the very beginning. His turf is often
used as neutral ground for the two sides to negotiate. But there have been no
negotiations in over six months, and the violence escalates every day. It
started off as a symbiotic relationship, where the toaster would toast the
bread. The toasters believe the relationship was more parasitic than mutually
beneficial, and began trapping the bread within themselves, torching them until
they were spit out onto the kitchen floor, charred, mutilated, and
lifeless. That’s when the real war
began: automatic weapons fired across the kitchen table; bullets exchanged,
bodies upon bodies received. Even Marcel the Shell, gave up on his own
once-immense powers of influence that he use to have as a third party before
the heavy carnage began…everyone wishes to stop finding the corpses of their
loved ones in the streets, but nothing changes. It just gets worse.
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