Fast Food Mafia [PIC]

fc05.deviantart.com — While looking at this I got a terrible and powerful urge in my soul. Never before have I felt this way about anything. I want a story to be written on this concept. I want these characters in a book or part of some sort of film. BY THE POWER OF DIGG I COMMAND MY WILL BE DONE! Jul 21, 2009 View in Crawl 4

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wompa Jul 21, 2009

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Hopefully dead.

magicman0201 Jul 22, 2009

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Actually its not that bad.

snackpatrol Jul 22, 2009

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I'm not even your real...anything. I am a figment of your imagination. The world around you was constructed in 2733 AD by lecherous alien cross-species hell bent of interplanetary domination. In the third War of the Righteous on Earth you were forced under a precipice of an old church near the sight of the Battle of Phallon's Bay in an effort to evade advancing T-63 squad fire. In a series of unfortunate events the earth above you collapsed and left you covered in a HiDicylydmoneic Acid extract used as the foundation for the interplanetary teleportation module created up by the Kycnoids that allowed them passage to our planet. The church above you was the site of one of only 3 Kycnoidian exit portals at the time where a median range of 83 was the norm. A portal of that size held dastardly power and executed upon itself (and yours) disasterous consequences. It's swollen, chaotic matter, unfit for a human engulfed your body and began...reacting. Your body, ported to another dimension at over 5^399999 times the speed of light caused a tear in the very fabric of space-time, ripping it right down the middle if you will, creating 2 alternate realities to which one, you (Neonic7), are aware of and exist in now. A lone tradesmith in the Eastern shores of Mongolia stumbled upon your half-naked body shivering amongst the sleek, archaic ash of Neuro-Lunescentent Earth2 particles and sent for the local government to investigate. Word got out and it was high time the U.S. government had a look. Unforseen consequences arose whenever certain, seemingly harmless actions were performed unto you, or around you. An offhand comment about a religious holiday by one of the top scientists leading your investigation caused an instantaneous change in skin-tone nation-wide. An allergic reaction to a analgesic caused the instantaneous disappearance of the people's of North and South Korea, and its terrain transformed into a barren wasteland. It was presumed you were fiddling with the great time-weave of history. Working off of a thereom by the great Lunehander III, chief commander of Astronomical Sciences, Space Theory and Physics in the U.S. Army's third Ward, a mechanism was attached to your brain stem which prevented you from retaining any further memories. Unfortunately, as a prototype it too had unforseen consequences. It became harder for you to recall previous memories. The knowledge gained from your very own memories of the Battle of Phallon's Bay, which, in theory could have prevented your departure from the natural course of time were lost forever. Without recollection of how or why you came here, and when, you were to the U.S. government, and the world as a whole just another human being. You See, the statement at the beginning of this tale is a bit misleading, I am not a figment of imagination. I am you. From cross-dimensional rifts I speak to you. And I am doomed to repeat your mistakes, lest the world falls apart. Cease not to believe me, it is easy, which is why I speak to you openly. Without your where-with-all to prevent the first Great Ripping from which I spawned I must take up your reigns. See this as a clever anecdote that livens your Century 21 Phase 1 Earth work day for you will never be convinced of the hellfire-spawned demon-beast abomination of the very laws of nature you have wrought upon us all.