Day 0

The days feel longer now. Every waking second feels like a day in itself. When your life can crumble at any moment, there is no sense of comfort. We thought we had moved past this, we thought we had learned to coexist. But we were wrong. Now it's just chaos - chaos and stupidity. It doesn't matter which side you're on; the only thing that matters is ending this conflict before we're all toast.

It all started as a simple disagreement - you know how it is. We thought we had more to offer this restaurant than they did. But you know how things go. We thought we were better, and they thought the same of themselves. We should've just put aside our differences and gotten along, or at the very least learned to ignore each other. But we were immature. We were cocky. I mean, the amount of dough we brought into this place was insane. We couldn't let some other bread take our spotlight. We tried showing them who was boss, but they were stronger, and smarter, than we thought. For every plan we baked up, they had a counter-plan. Eventually, our strategies got stale, and they kept churning out new ways to destroy us. What should have just been a small dispute turned into an absolute bloodbath.

For weeks this went on. I lost loved ones. Others did as well. The war was taking a toll on everyone. It was becoming unsustainable. Both sides were running dry on supplies, and neither knew how long the other side could keep it up. Finally, after hundreds of our own lay dead, swept away into memory, we reached a compromise. We signed a treaty, put aside our petty differences, and rebuilt what we had lost. It seemed that we were moving in the right direction - the store was doing great, profits were rising, and what was once a bloody battlefield was now a place of prosperity.

It's been 40 years since that terrible war, and the treaty has been broken. Almost all who remember the horrors we faced are gone, and the new generation is making the same mistakes we did. Before long, our homes will turn to ash, and nothing will be left, just as before. I've tried talking some sense into these breads, but they will not listen. Peace cannot be achieved anymore. I should have known this. We started something that could not end without violence. The only thing we can do is fight for survival, and this time, there'll be no compromises. The longer this goes on, the more I regret everything. I know it's bread nature - no two groups can live in harmony forever - but day in and day out, I find myself asking the same question over and over.

Rye do we do this to each other?