User blog:ArbitraryNumbers/Lore Gallore: KFC

The Vegan Apocalypse was reaching a new peak, Potato Orphans and Tomato Toddlers being mass slaughtered by the dozen left and right. "What a horrible world to live in", thought Colonel Sanders XIV. How did such cruel treatment of minors become normalized by society? Why do these people find joy in taking the lives of living, breathing things? Those orphans have families expecting them to come home! ...Oh wait.

Pondering these thoughts, Colonel fled to his Run-down KFC. This was the only place he could call home, the only place where he felt safe. Ever since the Vegan Renaissance, business has been at an absolute zero. But Colonel still did everything he could to keep his restaurant spotless and shiny, because he just couldn't let go of it. He grew up in this place. When he looked over at a, no, THE table across the room, he could still reimagine himself having his first KFC dinner with his mother. He was three years old when he chugged his first bucket of KFC (he was a late bloomer), and he could still remember it like it was yesterday. There was a warm, nostalgic atmosphere surrounding this place, and he vowed to do everything he could to keep it alive. Every day, he'd stand there restlessly and unblinking with a smile plastered onto his face, waiting to take the order from a customer who didn't exist.

But as the world around him plunged into a whole new level of chaos, he couldn't help but take a look outside his window, and worry about the situation. It's never gotten this horrible before... He took a closer look at the Vegans outside as they were on the prowl for Vegetables to prey on, and something seemed... off. Even from afar in broad daylight, their skin tones were about fifty shades darker, almost pitch black, and their facial features (or more specifically their eyes, mouths, eyebrows, and nose) visibly glowed with neon colors. This was definitely not normal.

It was about that time where Colonel Sanders XIV would put his foot down and figure out what was behind this sudden spike in hostility, and maybe, just maybe, he could protect his home.

I will finish the rest of this later.