Night 4

The sun has barely risen when we hear shouts coming from across the kitchen. We all jump out of bed and see what's going on. As we run across the kitchen, we notice the state of our surroundings. The kitchen is dirty, unkempt, and an overall disaster. The crumbs of our murdered are scattered across the floor, and the ashes of our executed fill the oven to the brim. Things are not going the way we had hoped, and it doesn't look like they're going to get better.

We go to where the shouts originated and see a small group of breads standing in a circle. In the center is a body, crushed to bits. Most of it has been eaten. It's horrific. As we try to figure out who it is that's been killed, we realize that it's not just one bread.

After many hours, the identities become known, and the families are alerted. They rush to the scene of the crime and weep. It is time to vote for the execution. It is time to end this. As we all make our way to the kitchen counter, the husband of Fire_Kame and the parents of payne stay behind and mourn their dead.

Votes:

CecilSunkure - Apos (1)
Apos - Corbo (1)

Day 4

We gather for the execution. The crowd has gotten smaller. There is little deliberation this day. We've suffered heavy losses, but we're still hopeful. I'm still hopeful. We survived this once. We can do it again.

Our leader walks up and motions to the large breads to bring the chosen one forward. They do, and the oven is turned on. Once it's hot, Apos is thrown in. Afterwards, everyone just walks away in disappointment.

Things are not looking good.

Night 5

Night comes, but our leader calls us for an emergency meeting. Things are now dire, and we can't sleep and hope for the best in the morning anymore. Whoever's left gathers on the kitchen counter. There are so few left. We thought we could win this war. We had the numbers. Everything was on our side. Where did we go wrong? Things aren't looking good for us, but maybe we still have time to change that. Our leader, looking old and haggard now, slowly walks up to the center of counter and looks at us with defeated eyes.

"Our homes are destroyed. Our counters in ruin. What have we done? How could we have been so foolish?"

Nobody in the crowd says anything. Everyone stands silent with their heads down.

"Nevertheless, with all odds against us, we must continue on. We cannot give up now. This great kitchen will endure."

There are no large breads in sight. There are no child breads. No families left. Maybe they skipped kitchen. We stand there, I and a few others, with our leader. We don't know what to do anymore. Our leader opens his mouth to say something when suddenly, a knife juts through his crust. He falls to the ground, and standing behind him is the executioner, Corbo. He smiles and laughs, pointing behind us. We turn around and see Bar Refaeli standing there with a knife. He walks up to CecilSunkure and cuts his crust off. The body falls apart into a pile of crumbs. Corbo jumps towards FaRTy1billion and chops his head off. He cuts through the remaining breads, one by one, until only I'm left. Slowly, he walks towards me.

I knew this would happen. I tried to warn everyone. They thought they knew better. Now our kitchen is destroyed, and the restaurant will soon fall to those disgusting non-garlic breads. We should've made peace when we had the chance. We should've--