[24] written by Zeigo Vuantar

YOUR MOTHER, REMEMBERING HER ROOTS OF AN IMPRISONED CHILD IN A
DARK, POOR PRISON CELL, SUFFERING AT THE HANDS OF OPPRESSION, WAS FORCED
TO EAT FOREARMS SUCH AS THIS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS. SHE BITES DOWN, AND
THE BLOOD POURS OUT, FLOWING DOWN HER CHIN, HER NECK, AND COLORING HER
DRESS DARK RED. YOU TRY TO SCREAM... BUT YOU ARE DEAD. FOR NO GOOD
REASON. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!#@#@ THE END.