Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25623211-20141125133145

"Crispy flesh seared in flame until the skin blackens. Tear and devour it with extreme delight as all that crimson juices squirts out. Don't forget to douse it in our signature secret sauce. Visit Steve's Bar-B-Cue today!"

I turned the television off. bar-b-cue sounded delicious right about now.

"What do you think, Steve?" I yelled into the other room. No response came back. I realized it was dead silent without the steady stream of a television set on. Creeping silently, I ever so slightly open the door to find his dead body impaled on twisted metal bars.

Blood had pooled in the pit he had fallen into. He looked like a pig ready for roasting. The sick, grotesque scene brought horror to most.

"AWW? You died already? You didn't even make it to the really fun parts." I said and kicked the body to make sure. He had been a bodybuilder, very strong, fast, and supposedly a good playmate. The stupid shit fell into an obvious pit trap. Even before that he spent hours crying like an eviscerated puppy. I never even got to touch the shit.

Thinking about it, his name wasn't Steve. Guess that should have tipped me off. A Steve should be the next playmate. Guess it really was bar-b-cue time. ~ The hours led me to a family owned diner specializing in so,e of the best vr 