Dear Diary,

So, it has begun, as they say in some parts of Outworld. Currently the sanity levels are stable and the subtle smell of coffee, breakfast and dread silently float around like a harrowing grim reaper-parrot on our shoulder.

Food time has ended—a foiled barrage of homely goods—consumed upon with mild Animal Crossing sound waves to punctuate the grotesque munching sounds.

The development of a game is scary and intriguing, devastating and explorative, depressing and delightful. A fake tree opposite gently sways with a striking grandeur that reminds one of the fragility of the human mind.

This project will be the end of us all.

– The Dangerous Kitchen

Shaun Roopra
Written by Shaun Roopra
My mission is to eradicate the life form you humans call pizza. I'm also an artist and writer at The Dangerous Kitchen.