I can't believe this. I didn't give my "master" "spices" so he almost FREAKIN' KILLED ME! What if I tried to cut the cords with my swords? Why does that rhyme?! Nope. The cords just painfully soaked into my now slightly green and purple skin. Well great. Of course this isn't the virus, but it seems like it. The Destroyed screwed large peaches of metal to my skin. I felt heavier because of this crap. Ugh, I'm mad. I want to get back at him. Well, I tried stabbing him with my swords, but he blocked the thrust with his hand! I think I'm glitching out. He then banned me from Planet D354 forever, if I came back, he would kill me. I'm scared. I'm now stuck here as I write this, in this weird world that is somehow toys. I might go to Overwatch or Undertale next. I don't know, I just want to go home. This is unbelievable.
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The Story of Planet D354
PertualanganThis is a story that my friend Corey Muenzenberger and I wrote. So he helped me. I edited some of the original story we wrote to make a little more sense. He's a great friend of mine.
