#fress fruits

[widiworld]

don't know doesn't mean you can't, now I try. you want to?

📍Bone

[yellowcry]

A little bit of sugar (and lots of poison too)

Luisa takes unnatural twitchy steps, looking through the deadly silent town. Why was she out? It's so foggy in her head

TW: Blood/gore, Death, Murder, Cannibalism, Body horror

The dove is dead and had rotten so much

The town is conquered by the darkness of the night. The shuffling of Luisa's feet growled around, bouncing in stillness. She takes unnatural twitchy steps, looking through the deadly silent town.

 

Why was she out? It's so foggy in her head. (I can't think)

 

Her muscles are tensed, shrinking from unbearable hunger. It twitches her stomach, pushing the dark pitch black bile up her throat. She bends in half, coughing her lungs out. It feels as if she's stabbed in her chest The disgusting mucus smashes against the rough dry ground. It leaves a rotting smell in her throat, only bursting her unbearable starvation further. Her stomach growled, shaking the surface. The pain in her insides makes it impossible to think of anything else. Her skin crackles, tearing itself apart.

 

Everything is rotting. (Do I rot?) The scent, the taste clings to her receptors, filling her with a sickening feeling. Luisa licks off the blood from her teeth, trying to get distracted in a different flavor.

 

The torn clothes are stuck to her wet, clammy body. Like dried blood between her fingers. Luisa rubs them, scattering them into crumbs.

 

Luisa doesn't think she was injured in the near past. 

 

Her body is trembling. Bile drips from her lips like a coughed-out water, mixing with saliva that she can't stop from coming out of her jaws. It's another way her body demands nutrition. (or maybe to show what beast she has become) Her teeth grind in bare unfiltrated rage. A need to dig into something, drown down an animalistic appetite. It tears her stomach in half, spreading inside of her twisted conclusion. Her hair lies on her shoulders in cluttered brown shreds. Some of the black thing is stuck between the front strands.

 

What is happening to her? Why does she feel so strange?  

 

And so she walks around the empty village. Her mind is hyper-alert, reacting to any sight of grub. The earth is cracking under her feet. She's a predator, searching for dinner. The patience is running low, Luisa digs her nails into her palms, feeling the warm blood congealing in the fresh wounds. Bites her tongue to the salty metal taste. The plaza is crashed, fair tents are destroyed under her inhuman strength as Luisa searches. Where's everyone? Hiding like pathetic cowards. She needs food. It's the only thing she can think about. The vomit rising in her throat doesn't matter. The fact that something is wrong in its core(in my core, what is wrong with me?).

 

She just wants to eat. There's nothing wrong with her.

 

"Luisa..."

 

Her neck clicks as she looks at the source of the sound. A young girl, really small. She probably should go find her parents.

 

Luisa doesn't care. At a speed that is far more than anything a normal human can produce she jumps onto the young woman. The latter tries to pull out without a shadow of success. Her green glasses slipped from her face, breaking against the bare ground of the street. Luisa roars, she can't let her go. Her heart runs at a crazy rate faster than any exercise could ever make it beat. Pulse cannon into itself, crashing like a fruit in a hand. Her eyes are wide open, not blinking. She never blinks now. It's a useless waste of time when she can't see everything.

 

A roar rings in the air. It's nothing human. The sound of a demon, a terrifying being from scary stories parents have told to their little kids. 

 

She fressing onto the girl's small arm. Bone fractures under the pressure, muscles ripping apart. The girl screams, pleading for something that Luisa can't understand. (What's she saying?) Her mind is too focused, unable to do anything except rip the soft gentle meat. The words of her dinner can't stay in her mind for long enough to proceed with them. Unable to care about a pure fear in her victim's eyes. (Do I know who it is?) Luisa bites off huge pieces of other's body.

I'm sorry I'm sorry, stop, stop this, I don't want to hurt her

 

A small, tiny part of Luisa that is still sane begs to stop. She doesn't know what she's doing, but she's not supposed to eat humans. She can't do this! Her essence is curling in guilt that swallows her brain. It's wrong, the fact grosses her mind out. Just for a moment before remorse gets drowned out. It's so foggy, too foggy.

I'm a monster, am I not?

 

Blood covers her fangs. The taste is driving her crazy, erasing any thread of reality she has left. Her free arm breaks through her victim's body, squeezing her insides, throwing it out. Luisa hisses in pain when gastric juice burns her skin. It peels off, showing the inner parts of her fingers. Senorita is limp. Luisa growls at the realization. Alive flesh is much more tasty. It doesn't mean she won't finish it, but it would be much nicer eating her alive. She spits out the bones, they are crushing to the white calcium dust. Swallows the raw blood, feeling her insides with a smell of dead life.

 

It doesn't stop her hunger. Nothing seems to stop it no matter how hard she tries. She reaches with her trembling hand, scratching the blood off her dehydrated lips. The bright red glitters against her tanned skin. It gets stuck in cracks that are going deep down under her withered skin. Like soil broken by an earthquake.

 

Luisa can't help it. Her body doesn't listen to her anymore. Moving on its own, more like an animal in the best case. A beast that can't be stopped. It pushes down, buries whatever is left from her. Blocks her thoughts until they are crushed inside her mind, turned into stupid nonsense gibberish. Makes her throw up with disgusting black mucilage and twists the air in her lungs. 

 

She can only think about food.

 

LET ME OUT, PLEASE LET ME OUT

[artistsfuneral]

For the tag Game. I would love to hear Something about "definitiv keine Witcher fic " (hi fellow German) and/or the "Warlord abo without siege"

XD I don't know why but it feels so horribly wrong to write fanfiction in german, but I mean it's my Schrebergarten au, which you can find somewhere buried on this blog

definitiv keine Witcher fic which is very much in the pov of teen Lamb

Gut versteckt hinter Vesemirs Rücken zog Lambert eine Fresse wie Hundert Tage Regenwetter als er den schwarzen Gartenkübel aus dem Kofferraum hob. Hätte man ihn nur gefragt wären ihm sicherlich zahlreiche Gründe eingefallen die ihn davor bewahrt hätten seine kostbaren Sommerferien im Schrebergarten seines Vaters zu vergolden. Hatte man aber nicht, denn außer ihm war keiner der drei Wolfe Brüder zuhause gewesen und aus irgendeinem, für Lambert unverständlichem Grund, bedeutete das automatisch für Vesemir, dass sein jüngster Sohn keine weiteren Pläne hatte. Ätzend.

warlord abo without siege was created yesterday and will prooobably never be fully written down because there'd be a looot of OCs (no sieg e-> lotsa witchers) but it's based around the idea that omega Jaskier has been sold to a mean man by his parents who basically uses him as a circus atraction, people come to his cart, pay to draw a fortune and Jaskier sings it - one day he watches as an omega witcher and two/three alpha witchers are on a supply run and when the o witcher wants to have his fortune sung, Jaskier makes up a quick song about "a single rotten apple turning the whole barrel bad" which one of the alphas complains abt, but it turns out the o witcher understood it correctly as the warning that it was and they check their barrel and prevent the fruit from getting spoiled thanks to Jask, then obviously the o witcher wants to help Jask in return so he uses axii to "buy" him, but they give him freedom, take him to KM where he finds his pack/mates in Geralt, Eskel, Lambert etc and starts to live a good life and then stuff I haven't figured out yet happens :D

[croblazeagritech-blog]

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[greyshan]

Playinf goose two lines medicineon mymind

Not only would I have my own special turkey-stuffing recipe, I would make my own cranberry sauce. And a big centrepiece with corn and little pumpkins and autumnal harvesty stuff featured and a tablecloth with a turkey-featuring design on it. (No, feh, I don't like Halloween.) I would have little pilgrim salt and pepper shakers that I only used on Thanksgiving. Non-sectarian! Fully inclusive! 4 day long weekend! Crazy good food! And it' all about gratitude and giving thanks! (Duh.) I would carve pumpkins- no wait, that's Halloween. I actually feel a bit cheated that we don't have Thanksgiving in Australia, because that's the festival I really envy. As it is, you can imagine what Pesach and Rosh Hashanah and Succot look like at my place (but they go on FOREVER and at the end of a month of feasting and fasting and fressing, I feel like I'm going to explode, like Mr Creosote.)( WARNING: if you don't know who Mr Creosote is, don't hit the link. I would have a special set of table linen and crockery that I only used for this purpose, decorated with holly and ice skaters and snow and reindeers and all that Northern Hemisphere stuff. If I could arrange it, he would come with a sled and reindeer. I would hire a roly-poly Santa with a real beard to come and give presents to all the kids at the big family lunch. It looks like such fun! You don't have to spring-clean your house with a toothbrush, you don't have to build a little structure to eat your meals in, it doesn't go on for 8 days of fressing, just a couple of days. And then the menfolk will be enjoying a well-earned ale and horsing around, wrestling and falling about with laughter.wait, this fantasy has gone off track a little. And seeing that I wouldn't be Jewish, I would have a husband who could rig all this up himself, (and not have to call a non-Jew to come and do it) with the help of our fine strapping sons, all wearing plaid shirts and work jeans and boots, climbing on ladders with insouciance and laughing heartily while festooning the roof with miles of LED lights. I would put up a whole Nativity sound and light show in LED lights on my front lawn. I would have a big box of heirloom tchotchkes and baubles including a soppy angel to decorate the huge real pine tree. Put up stockings and leave a nip of whiskey for Santa and have a tree-decorating for all the family. (Is that Xmas or Easter? Or both? I would do it for both.) I would do everything. Or maybe a goose, instead of a turkey, because that's actually MORE traditional. I would wear reindeer antlers and dangly tinsel earrings while preparing the massive turkey and roast veggies and aller chazerai, prawns and a big ham, and a pudding (with suet if I could get it, but butter if not, and I would steam it for hours) and brandy sauce. If it was me, I would go to Carols by Candlelight. It is! I would do a superb Xmas family dinner, lunch, everything. There's the kitschy tchotchkes and table decor there's The Tree, which is- let's face this- a thing of beauty. There's just something in the air, along with all the carols wafting around. Hello! Have you heard of Shabbos? I do this every week! And not just twelve! And not just one meal, often Friday night AND Shabbos lunch! Wow! And I laugh when I hear the Non-Jews stressing over inviting family over for Xmas lunch or whatever ('How many are you having?' '12.' 'WHAT! TWELVE PEOPLE! How on Earth will you cope!!?). Not that I'm looking for more things to cook! (although I do a mean Christmas cake Rich Fruit Cake in November which sits in the fridge getting doused with alcohol for our. This time of year, when I venture into the shop or supermarket or malls, I see all the tinsel and hear the music, and I see all the puddings, panettone, stollen, big weighty fruitcakes and I have a tiny bit of Xmas Envy. And they have all taken it upon themselves after being incited by radical Muslim clerics and interpretations of Koranic verses, to attack infidels wherever and whenever they encounter them, Jews, Christians, in Israel and abroad. No cigars for guessing the answer- they are all Muslims. There was one in the Canadian parliament, and 2 who murdered Lee Rigby in the streets of Manchester, and the shrink who shot up Fort Hood and killed 14 US Army personnel - he was a lone wolf too, despite evidence in his email account where he was pledging jihad against the infidel- and there was the plot to randomly behead an infidel in Sydney which was thwarted, and the Arabs who ran down people waiting at light rail stops and bus stops in several incidents in Israel, and the 2 who murdered 4 rabbis at prayer in Har Nof in Jerusalem, leaving 14 fatherless children, and all of these lone wolves - so many that I don't know if the word 'lone' really applies- have one thing in common. Well, all I can say is that there seems to be a lot of these 'lone wolves' about.

[balvirs-posts]

EXOTIC FRUITS

[erkekadaminmutfakrehberi]

When life gives you lemons... Take a shot! #lemon #lemons #citrusfruit #citrus #limon #narenciye #fruitgram #fruits #fruitphotography #instafruit #meyvefotoğrafları #stilllifephotography #stilllife #stilllifegallery #countrystilllife #hautescuisines_Global #thrivemags #feedfeed #food52 #foodandwine #foodartblog #foodphotograph #foodphotographyandstyling #foodphotography #foodcapture #fressness #freshlemons #freshfruits (İzmir, Turkey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD1pPsggxup/?igshid=lx5j1avpknkb

[chaosdreamslightly]

About Me

Sorry this took so long! I did it once and then mobile ate half the post so I was sulking and then go super busy. 😖😭😖 Rules: answer 18 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better. Name: Danielle 
Nickname: Dani, Red, D, Yelley 
Birthdate: 11 July 1993 
Height: 5'5" ish? 
Ethnicity: White 
Orientation: Pansexual 
Favorite Fruits: Peaches, Nectarines, Kiwi, Watermelon 
Favorite Season: Autumn 
Favorite Book: The Good Earth 
Favorite Flower: Lilies or Chrysanthemums 
Favorite Scent: Petrichor or Fress Cut Grass 
Favorite Beverage: Juice! Any! 
Average Hours Of Sleep: 4 or 10 there's little in between. 
Favorite Fictional Characters: Doctor, River Song, Sam Winchester, Pamela Isley, Bucky Barnes, Harley Quinn, Clarke, Rory Williams. (It's 3am I'm Drawing Blanks.) Number of Blankets: Two! One For Me, One For My Dog. 
Dream Trip: Japan 
Favorite Movie: Secret Garden @dramaqueenlito @cyloran @ghostlygypaetus @kawaii---ness @wisdomw0nderer @not-the-nightmares @jabberbabywocky @famousgirl93 @doekent @aquarius-suggestion

[grosswildjaeger]

TTO @bierrevier @mikkellerbeer yesterday was great! Shared some flights... my favorite beers where Swedish wash and beer geek vanilla shake. Was a Great opportunity to sample many different styles, including many wild spontan brews. Once again I must say I like a bit of sour and a bit of Brett as long as it is very well balanced with wood or fruit, but not the „I hit you with sour horse manure in Die fresse“ kind of spontans. Here’s the sample list we had in the following post: #beer #craftbeer #bierrevier #markthallebasel #spontanbeer #mikkellerbeer #beertasting (hier: Markthalle Basel) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvqnTn6ltbN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=47dy9s5ickbq

[deathinthestorm]

Valentine Blog Aesthetics

i know its a day late, but i had this cute idea. i first saw @aleclightwood do this and i thought it would be fun for Valentins day.

send me a 💝 off Anon for a blog aesthetic. i will do the first 20-30, or till the end of the day.

blog aesthetic:

smell, mist / cherry trees / salt water / peppermint / chocolate / vanilla / old books / rain water / fress fruit / ink

season,   freezing winter night / hot summer day / misty fall evening / fresh spring morning  

things,  star gazing counting galaxies / skinny diping in cool springs / old victorian clothing / screaming on rollercosters / mismached bandaids on scraped knees / dusty librarys / broken glass mirrors / old dead flower crowns from childhood

colors,   mint green / bubblegum pink / lavender / rose gold / rusty copper / midnight blue / pearl / raven’s wings

archetype, femme fatale / chosen one / master / creator / ruler / magician / lover / warrior / explorer / doppelganger 

[naschkater-com]

Für die Eigenmarken, Handelsmarken oder Preiseinstigesmarken der Supermarktketten galt für die früher die klare Devise: Die Verpackung soll schon billig aussehen und dadurch den Kunden, der nach dem billigsten Alternative sucht, in seiner Wahl bestätigen: Der Orangensaft von attraktiv & preiswert (a&p) im weiß-blauen Design des Grauens oder der Käse von Gut & Günstig mit der roten Ecke sehen so lieblos verpackt aus, dass es wohl die günstigsten Produkte im Sortiment sein werden!

Doch der Handel hat dazu gelernt: Diese Billigschiene wurde um eine zweite Reihe von Eigenmarken erweitert, deren Gestaltung hochwertiger ist und die zum Teil selbst aussehen wie Markenprodukte. Bei REWE zum Beispiel heißen sie “Beste Wahl” und bei EDEKA originellerweise schlicht “EDEKA”.

Insbesondere für die jahreszeitlichen Fress-Events wie Weihnachten und Ostern haben ALDI und Lidl zusätzliche Marken eingeführt, die meist edel mit Goldfarben und dergleichen aufgemacht sind, und etwas Festliches darstellen sollen: ALDI die Marke “Gourmet” eingeführt und Lidl “Deluxe“.

Auch die schönsten Eigenmarken haben Schattenseiten

Gerade ein Discounter sticht mit besonders auffälligen und überwiegend schön gestalteten Eigenmarken heraus: Penny! Und das sage ich nicht nur deshalb, weil die Fruchtgummis des Private Labels von Penny auf den sympathischen Namen “Olivers” hören – ich kann es auch anhand der nachfolgenden Produktfotos belegen!

Doch die farbenfrohe, schöne Welt der Penny-Eigenmarken hat auch einen Nachteil: Externe Hersteller haben es hier besonders schwer, sich zu behaupten! Denn sie müssen bei Penny nicht nur optisch, sondern auch in Qualität und beim Preis mit den aufgehübschten Eigenmarken konkurrieren.

Außerdem dürfen sie vermutlich auch Listungsgebühren, Werbekostenzuschüsse (WKZ) und Rückvergütungen an den Supermarkt bezahlen, wie es zumindest bei den meisten Handelsketten üblich ist. Wie soll da noch Geld für die faire Bezahlung von Mitarbeitern, Zulieferern und Speditionen, für Innovationen oder gar Marketing übrig bleiben?!

Schön gestaltete Süßigkeiten von Penny-Eigenmarken

Zu den Penny-Eigenmarken gehören neben dem bereits genannten Olivers für Fruchtgummis und andere Zuckerwaren noch auch Mike Mitchell’s (für alles irgendwie amerikanischen Waren), Covo für Kekse und Chocóla für Schokoladenprodukte und Best Moments für saisonale Genussprodukte.

Kekse und süßes Kleingebäck von Covo

Penny Covo Schokokeks-Sticks Zartbitter

Penny Covo Schoko-Milchtaler 6x38G

Penny Covo Minis Jaffa Orange mit fruchtiger Füllung

Covo Neapolitaner Waffeln mit Haselnuss-Cremefüllung as Österreich 65 Gramm

Fruchtgummis, Kaubonbons und andere Zuckerwaren von Olivers

Penny Olivers Fruchtdragees Kaubonbons farbenfroh

Penny Rewe Olivers Fruchtige Fruchtwürmchen, 200 Gramm

Olivers Softies Veggie 350 Gramm

Schokoladen, Waffeln und Karamellbonbons von Chocóla

Bei Chocóla gibt es neben vielen Licht auch noch ordentlich Schatten: Gerade die ganz “klassischen” Produkte wie Weinbrandbohnen oder Kirschlikörpralinen sind doch noch sehr traditionell gestaltet. Vermutlich orientiert man sich hier auch an einer konservativen Käuferschicht. Oder man will die umsatzstarken Produkte auf diesem Feld von Markenherstellern wie Ferrero nicht zu sehr torpedieren.

Penny Chocola Choco Toffee Kuhbonbons 300G

Penny Chocola Sahne-Toffee Kuhbonbons 300G

Bunt dragierte Erdnüsse von Chocola, der Eigenmarke von Penny mit freundlichem Regenbogen auf der Verpackung. . ©naschkater.com

“Chocola” von Penny mit Stäbchenschokolade in der innovativen Geschmacksrichtung Kokos! ©naschkater.com

Penny Chocola Edle Kirschen Kirschlikörpralinen

Penny Chocola Gelee-Bananen 250 Gramm

Penny Chocola Weinbrand Bohnen 500 Gramm

Penny Chocola Eierlikör Bohnen 500 Gramm

Chocóla Katzenzungen von Penny mit niedlichen Babaykätzchen.

Chocóla Jahrmarktsallerlei Schaumwaffeln 600-Gramm-Eimer

Gebäck, Popcorn und Müsli von Mike Mitchell’s

Penny Mike Mitchell’s Mini Muffins Blueberry 210G

Penny Mike Mitchell’s Mini Muffins Chocolate 210G

Penny Mike Mitchell’s Mini Brownies Schoko 270G

Neu entdeckt bei Penny: Ein eigener Müsliriegel von Mitchell’s mit Brownie-Geschmack. ©naschkater.com

Neu entdeckt bei Penny: Popcorn-Karamell-Müsli von der Eigenmarke Mitchell’s. ©naschkater.com

Erdbeer-Popcorn von Mike Mitchell’s (Penny), zusätzlich mit weißer Schokolade aufgepeppt: Unfassbar klebrig und süß. Nicht mein Fall. Aber eine schöne knallige Verpackung mit Metalliceffekt.

Penny Mike Mitchell’s Pancakes Schüttelteig 210G

Penny Mike Mitchell’s WafflesSchüttelteig 220G

Penny Mike Mitchell’s Peanututter+Choco Swirl Brotaufstrich

Sonstige Süßigkeiten- und Snack-Eigenmarken von Penny

Penny St. Michel Mini Brownies mit Schoko-Stückchen 8er

Penny Bäckerkrönung Kinderhörnchen Nuss-Nougat-Creme 6er Eichhörnchenmotiv

Chocolate Fruits Erdbeere Schokotäfelchen gefüllt mir Frucht, 165 Gramm, gesehen bei Penny.

Penny Zipfelmann in Regenbogen-Farben für Liebe, Respekt und Toleranz.

Halloren Schokoladenfabrik “Best Moments” Mozartkugeln bei Penny, 200 Gramm, Fairtrade. Kurios: Während oben auf der Verpackungsrückseite 25% Pistazienmarzipan angegeben ist, steht in der Zutatenliste: Pistazien 1%. Offenbar ist kaum Pistazie im Pistazienmarzipan enthalten! Normalerweise besteht etwa die Hälfte eines Marzipans aus Nusskernen und die andere Hälfte aus Zucker.

Penny Best Moments Shortbread Fingers Schottisches Gebäck mit Buttergeschmack

Penny Farmer’s Snack Studentenfutter Pina Colada exotisch-Frisch

Penny Hearts TypEiskaffee Instantpulver

Penny Best Moments Mandelcreme 200G

Penny Best Moments Schoo Duo Mousse 160G Nuss-Nougat-Creme

Penny Rios Eiskonfekt Bourbon-Vanilleeis mit kakaohaltiger Fettglasur 4x10Stück

Penny Ready Flamingo Smoothie feeling tropical

Grün-weiß gestreifte Trinkhalme aus Papier, 20, Stück, bei Penny.

Übrigens habe ich auch schon über Nachahmerprodukte bei Discountern geschrieben, über das Haifischbecken Süßware mit dem Marketingberater Thomas Andersen geplaudert sowie über – nach meiner Meinung – besonders missglückte Verpackungen.

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Penny-Eigenmarken: Die schönsten Süßigkeiten-Verpackungen Für die Eigenmarken, Handelsmarken oder Preiseinstigesmarken der Supermarktketten galt für die früher die klare Devise: Die…

[thehueofprose]

Aperturestock Ch. 1

Here’s chapter one of my new crossover fic, Aperturestock! In this chapter, Wayne Campbell has a dream, and plans on doing a Waynestock 2. However, things don’t go out as planned...

It was a balmy summer day in Aurora, Illinois. Wayne and his buddy Garth were with their friend Terry, engaging in a jam session. Practicing their skills on rock songs from the seventies through nineties, it was only time before they had to work on their show, "Wayne's World", at dusk. But due to current technology, public access shows were fading into obscurity, and they soon had to change their format to an online show. This transition was arguably difficult for the crew, as they had to set up more equipment and edit their videos in post, which was quite a step up. Once dusk rolled around, the three headed to their recording den from their music room. "Okay," said Wayne, "it's time for this next session then! Garth, may you supply us with popular video games from our EXQUISITE catalog?" "Uh, sure, Wayne," replied Garth, "Which ones should I get?" Wayne thought for a moment. "How about the ones we thought were excellent the past year, then?" he said. Garth beamed. "Excellent idea." He then darted to their video game catalog to quickly, but carefully choose ten recent games. He then toted them back to the den and placed them on a table, splaying them out like a hand of cards. "Garth, my dude!" Wayne belted out. "Excellent choices!" Garth nodded in agreement. Wayne picked up a few of the cases and pored at them for a few seconds. "Aw man, look at these picks! Deltascape, King's Cry, Thunderrun! This makes for an awesome episode!" he said. "Alright, let's get to ranking these puppies!" "Yeah, let's rank 'em!" Garth chimed, albeit a little awkwardly. Wayne and Garth went on to discuss the rankings of the games and why they would be in that ranking, with Terry helping them to point out the pros and cons. And sure enough, they had a opinionated, but fairly positive list. Then they went ahead and set up for the episode, setting up cameras, hooking up the computers, and went to filming. After they had finished, Wayne huffed with a mighty exclaim, "Whooph! Man, that was a list! I think we did a mighty fine job, now didn't we, boys?" "We sure did!" Garth replied. Wayne heaved a great yawn. "Oh, man, I'm a little bushed!" he said, drowsily. "Garth, can you help Terry edit the video this time? I think I need a little snooze." "Oh, alright, Wayne," said Garth, dejectedly. Wayne sauntered up to his bedroom, came to his bed, and promptly flopped on it. He pulled his blanket atop of him, embellished with the logos of his favorite bands. He quietly drifted off to sleep while Garth and Terry edited the new episode. Then, it happened. Wayne had a dream. He was in a lab. He heard a synthetic voice. "Wayne," the voice called. In his dream, Wayne turned around to find a gynoid robot standing in front of him. Wayne gasped. "Are you..." he asked in hesitation, "a robot babe?" The gynoid slightly scowled at Wayne, her yellow eyes flashing briefly. "Why, yes I am, Wayne," she replied with a slight edge to her voice. "However, that's not why I'm here." From behind her, a blue robotic orb came to her side. "Then what is it then?" Wayne asked. "Do you remember Jim Morrison communicating in this realm?" the gynoid asked. "Now that you mention it, I do!" Wayne replied. He thought for a few seconds, then came with a sudden realization. "WAYNESTOCK TWO!" he promptly blurted out. The gynoid rolled her eyes. "You didn't let me finish, but yes, that's what I meant." Wayne formed his mouth in an ear-to-ear grin. "Excellent!" he exclaimed, while giving a thumbs up. "Thanks, robot babe!" "You're welcome," replied the gynoid. She and the orb faded along with the dream. The next morning, Garth was rudely aroused from slumber. "GARTH! GARTH! GARTH!" Wayne yelled. "Awwgh, gee, what is it, buddy?" asked an oscitant Garth. "Garth," Wayne excitedly shouted, "I had a dream again!" "Was it that recurring dream where you ate the world's biggest doughnut again?" asked Garth, drowsily. "What? No!" Wayne exclaimed. "It's better than that!" "What could be better than a fifty-foot jelly-filled doughnut?" Garth groggily mumbled. "A robot babe, that's what! Scha-WING!" Wayne replied while thrusting his hips forward. "Although, there's more exciting news in store, my friend." "There is?" Garth asked. "Does that mean we'll have a reality of robo-babes soon?" "Maybe someday," Wayne answered, "but that's not the main point. You see, the robot babe told me we should hold a SECOND Waynestock." Garth sat up in bed. "Wait, you're telling me that you had a dream where a robo-babe told you to hold a Waynestock Two?" he asked. "Mmm-hmm," affirmed Wayne. "But wait, don't we have to find a place where this can happen again?" said Garth. "Of course we do," answered Wayne. "We can make it happen. We can just set up shop in Chicago, and find some bands." "Yeah, but how?" asked Garth. "Simple," replied Wayne. "We live in an age of technology. We drive to our designated spot, then we look up the local bands. We have them play their songs, and then we start selling tickets as well as advertising! It'll work, Garth!" "If you insist," Garth replied, unsure. "C'mon, Garth, let's have breakfast and tell this to Terry," Wayne said. "Alright," Garth mumbled. Wayne and Garth then walked to the kitchen. "Alright," said Wayne, "what is it we'll have for breakfast on this fine morning?" "Uh, Choco-Spheres?" Garth suggested. "Garth, I think we had Choco-Spheres yesterday," Wayne replied. "How about... umm," he said as he pored over their cereal shelf, "uhh, Crunchy Rice Squares? Or Honey Oat Rings? Uhh, Magic Mallows? Fruity Fruit Tori? Take your pick, Garth." Garth thought for a moment. "Uhm, I think I'll take Honey Oat Rings," he said. "Honey Oat Rings it is then," Wayne replied. He then took out two bowls, poured the cereal in both, added milk, and stuck a spoon in each. "Bon appetit," he said, as the two began to dig into their cereal. Once they were done eating their breakfast, Wayne and Garth headed to their rooms to get dressed. After they dressed in their usual attire, they headed to their music room. Wayne then called up Terry on his phone. "Yeah hello, Terry? I've got something exciting to talk to you about. Do ya mind being picked up? ...No? Okay, we'll come and pick you up. See ya." He hung up the phone. "Alright, Garth, let's go pick up Terry in our Mirthmobile," he said. And so they went along driving to pick up Terry, munching on a few licorice pieces along the way. After the two picked up Terry to their place, the three sat down in their recording den. "So," Terry asked, "what's the big news?" Wayne smiled. "Well, I had a dream last night," he replied. "I was in a lab, and this robot babe was there. And she told me..." He paused and leaned in for dramatic effect. "...that I, Wayne Campbell, should hold a Waynestock Two." Terry opened his eyes wide. "You really dreamt that?" he asked. "I sure did," Wayne confirmed. Terry shook his head slightly. "Well, s***. I mean it happened with Morrison the first time, and now a robot lady? Huh," he said in awe. "We can make it happen, Terry," Wayne said. "We just gotta pack up our equipment and stuff, and we'll head to Chicago." "Fair enough," Terry said. So the three spent the next ten minutes discussing plans to travel to Chicago. After much considering, they started to pack up their equipment, including their guitar, amp, cameras, mics, and laptop, as well as packing up clothes to wear. Then they went to the Mirthmobile. "Alright, men," Wayne announced, "for our trip to the bustling city of Chicago, which navigation method shall we use?" He pointed to inside the blue Pacer. "The advanced GPS, or the robust map?" "Um," Garth said awkwardly, "how about we go with the map? I don't think I'm comfortable with the GPS yet." "Alright, Garth," said Wayne. "We can make it to Chicago with it." Then, it was time to go. Wayne and company got in the Mirthmobile, with Wayne driving, Garth riding shotgun, and Terry in the back seat. Garth pulled out the paper map, and they started heading to Chicago. Along the way, the three fressed on the licorice rope. Then, somewhere along the way, Garth made an error reading the map. Soon, they were headed up past Chicago on highway 43, and then 41. Finally, they found themselves lost in Upper Michigan after five hours. Wayne had finally parked the Mirthmobile near a science facility in despair. "We're lost," he said with a somber edge to his voice. "Maybe I should've chosen the GPS," Garth said, bleakly. "Yeah, maybe," said Wayne. "Truth is, where are we?" "Somewhere in Michigan, I think," answered Terry.

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