Once upon a time there was a little potato.His name was Steve.Steve lived in the town of McDonald.Once a week twenty four potatoes within the ages of twelve and eighteen weeks were chosen to compete in the Deep Frying Games.If you were ninteen weeks or older you would slowly rot in the town of McDonald.If you were a good potato you didn't get chosen to compete.If you were a bad potato your name would be thrown in to The Garbage Can.If your name was picked from the Garbage Can,you would be thrown in to the Deep Fryer.The Deep Fryer is a very scary place to be. Most potatoes will die and their bodies will be picked up by the Claws and fed to the MoneyMakers.Only one potato will survive and will likely be scarred and shredded for the rest of their lives. Will you survive the Deep Frying Games?
Chapter 1
A dark day
I wake up to the sound of something sizziling.Oh,it's just our neighbors,the burger family.I'm used to our friendly neighborhood residents being burnt to a crip everyday,so I don't really freak out when I hear Bob Burger screaming as he is being flipped over on the grill.My little sister Suzie starts to get up but I pin her down. "Happy Cooking day!"I yell in her face.Suzie is only twelve weeks old,but I love annoying her. She starts to cry so I get up and decide to go job hunting..I was recently fired from my job of shooting dust bunnies since I went on a killing spree with my bow and arrow.I made it myself out of a plastic spork.I put on a nice tie and head out to the illegal black market.Wish me luck!
Chapter 2
Cooking Day
The job hunting didn't go so well yesterday.I asked a carrot when she was due.Turns out she was just a really plump carrot.Anyway,Today is Cooking Day.When Leftie Blanket picks our names from the Garbage Can.I'm really happy because I love watching the Deep Frying Games.I'm 15 weeks old and I've never been picked.Or kissed.But my serial killer friend Pale is really sweet.She was always with me when I shot dust bunnies.I walk across the cheap tile kitchen floor over to the stadium.Its a small cardboard box with glitter in it,but it works fine to put a small garbage can in it and pull names out.Plus it has a small chunk of wood for a stage.I stare up at Leftie.She is a large piece of purple lettuce and she has recently dyed herself hot pink.What a beautiful woman..
