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I wrote the final loop of the code. Nothing

  • I wrote the final loop of the code. Nothing to do now but wait until the Reality Forge processed the incantation into a new world. This was my best yet. Filled with
  • lines of code that could modify themselves. I expected the code to evolve and had no idea where it would end up. When Reality Forge booted it up on their central server
  • and then the server said, "smell my mommy."
  • The customer was taken aback. "Oh, I mispoke. The special is Somalian Anchovy, braised in a delicate blend of herbs and spices imported by pirates off the African coast." He waited
  • as the server explained how the anchovies were prepared sous-vide, confit in bear fat, freeze dried in liquid nitrogen, ground into a powder, and creamed. OK, he said, that and a
  • fuckin corndog would be great at a ballgame but I want something really unusual. Surprise me. So the server went back to the kitchen and told the chef to
  • make some thing surprising. The Chef looked for something unusual and spotted the chicken feet. He quickly make chicken feet corndogs! His first! -He should have removed the spurs!
  • Eating spurs is generally considered unhealthy although they did add a certain ambiance to the chicken foot dish. "Maybe a honey glaze on top?" he inquired of his magic mirror.
  • "Most certainly," his magic mirror replied. "But not these spurs for they're part of an ancient prophesy that the cowboy would die by ingesting his own. Don't fulfill the prophesy!
  • "That's a shame, I was really looking forward to have these spurs rip through my throat and down the esophagus." Oh well, I had to find another amusement. Thats how I became a man.

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