Maplestory Magic, eh? Me making a story is magic. Over the past few weeks, I have tried and tried to improve my spelling and grammar. Surprisingly, it worked. I typed better than I did in my first blog by a long shot. And since I was banned once and one of my blogs has gotten deleted, I decided to make some bloggies that are actually not meaningless junk that you expect from a…muffin . So, here I am with a story. I don’t know how to make one of these, so I’m winging it. Here it goes. Criticism plox And yes, this will be first-person. NOT THIRD, first. Kapeesh? Good.

It was morning. The Muffin Kingdom was under a Code Red. Humans were invading my home. They were sticking their little fat chubby fingers into my friends and stuffing them into their fat, bulging bellies. It was horrifying, seeing my people getting devoured so hungrily. I suppose you want to know how this ever came to happen. Well, I’ll tell you.

It was earlier in the month when we had news of humans invading other food nations near us. Reports of their icky, little children stepping on our yucky enemies, the cupcakes. Me and my family and everyone else here in Muffin Kingdom were ecstatic when we heard of our foes being squashed to death or being eaten by a child or two. There were also reports of waffles getting chewed to death by adult humans, who poured syrup and peanut butter and jelly all over their exteriors. Since the Waffle House and their occupants were friends of the Muffin Kingdom, we knew that waffles enjoyed getting syrup poured onto them. But they certainly didn’t enjoy peanut butter and jelly. They also less enjoyed being eaten. Waffles are known to live a long life inside the Waffle House, which I must mention is built inside an icebox. We mourned over our friends, laughed and joyed over our foes. We had no idea they were going to come our way. I mean, Muffin Kingdom is hidden well. Unlike Waffle House and Cupcake Box (which were placed in an icebox and on a kitchen table), Muffin Kingdom was under huge amounts of vegetables and fruits in the supermarket. My grandfather told me that the Muffin Kingdom was accidentally misplaced by a supermarket employee long ago while restocking the produce section. Well anyway, like I was saying, the humans attacked Waffle House and Cupcake Box. They had unfortunately found us, when a certain little human kid was playing with the vegetables, they happened to find us.

It was odd, seeing my friends suddenly being swept away. Hours of darkness and the Muffin Kingdom rolling around in what seemed to be what my grandfather called an “automobile.” We were then placed on a pale-ish looking table. We smelled that food was cooking nearby. We heard sounds of what would be a “teenaged muffin” talking, only it was a skinny human. I saw him eye me, a look of hunger placed in his eyes. He reached inside our little safe haven, and his long, bony fingers started chasing me round and round my room. I screamed for help, but it was of no use. All of friends, father, mother, brother, sister, cousins, uncles, aunts, and nephews were all dead, deteriorating inside some yucky human stomach.

“What the hell, mom. Are these little magic muffins? I can’t seem to grab hold of this one.” said that teenage human, annoyed. I took the momentary pause to jump out of our little box of delight, and ran and ran and ran, until I fell off the table and landed on what my grandfather told me was “what humans walked on.” I felt some of my body detaching from my exterior. I winced in pain, but managed to go on. I noticed an opening in one of them “walls” that humans had. I heard muffled screams of the teenager, saying something along the lines of “that muffin just walked on out of the box by itself!”

I then heard a women yell from somewhere above, “Shuttap, John. You know I don’t believe in muffins coming to life and walking right on out of the friggin’ box.”

I climbed up a chair, onto the “ledge” or what my grandfather called it, and jumped out, feeling more of my exterior coming off me in crumbs. I ran into a nearby “building” and then hid inside what seemed like an unfinished little black monitor box with what my grandfather called a “keyboard.” The “keyboard” and the little black monitor was then carried over by what my grandfather called it “a robot” over to a moving black thingamajiggy, which I felt then moved me downwards toward another set of “robots.” I then saw a white covering come over where I hid, and I was surrounded by darkness.

I woke up. I don’t know how long it had been. I felt a surge of electricity surge through me. I felt a little jolt, and pretty soon, I saw a little human boy staring at me through the little monitor thing. He had a look of amazement, as if to say “how did a muffin get inside this machine?!” I stared back. I was scared. I hoped that the boy wouldn’t stick his hand through the screen and grab me and eat me. He didn’t. Instead, he left where he was, and returned with an adult woman human. I wondered if they were gonna tear me apart and share my corpse. Instead, the boy and the woman just sat together, and watched me. I just sat there, pretending to be one of those regular muffins that are made to be eaten. Pretty soon, the boy got bored and started playing with his “keyboard.” He then shut off his little monitor thing and again I was shrouded by darkness once more.

I was playing Runescape the other day, and I had managed to get to level 10. Lots of people were calling me “stfu u fgking nub lol ima eat u” I was really hurt by this, since I was only a muffin who had just learned how to use this little box. And learn how to play games. I actually found this game entertaining and addicting, I dunno why, but I know there are other games out there that I haven’t tried, and I’m gonna try them all if I have too. I wanna be exposed to new things!

Anyway, this story is gonna be continued. Sorry if it is short.