No More Cuddles
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Huling na-publish Mon, Dec 21, 2015
Let's get one thing straight, this is not any warm, fuzzy-feeling Toy Story. When they talked about toys coming to life, they assumed they were going to be nice... can I tell you something? They're not.
I remember when I could wake up in the morning and take time to think. When I was not always looking over my shoulders. I was lucky, I wish I had known it then. Imagine if you could no longer do simple things; like use a proper bathroom or watch Netflix and eat ice cream after a hard day, God how much I envy my former boring life. Well, I don't have the luxury of those things anymore. Hello there, I'm Kasen, and my sisters and I are on the run from bloodthirsty stuffed animals.
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Toys, who would have guessed it. They were always the things that brought little children artificial comfort and a false sheet of protection in their hardest times. Now, they're out for some sort of blood thirsty revenge. Is something possessing them to do this? Have they had enough of listening to people bitch and cry all the time? Is this some kind of ironic fate for humans?
Come on in and find out...
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