Moronic_Toaster @Moronic_Toaster

Nevada, New Mexico 1964

I was a product of revolutionary kitchenware. Built for design, for class, for women across the nation. I knew when "she" looked at me I was gonna go places, and see things only ovens dreamed about. I felt free, like the world was my bread and "she" was the butter knife, my butterknife. On the marble counter, I was the envy of the crowd. Spatulas would give me looks, and the blender would throw some insults here and there. But the worst negativity I was given was this stuck up hunk of metal. The microwave and I go back, way back; he envied me with a passion. Before I arrived, he was always looked upon. His shiny chrome casing, built with convienence in mind. To them, he was a king of kings. At a time the microwave was sensible, and even minded. But all of that changed when "she" held and touched me more than he was even given a glance from her. He always told me that my time was coming, but in my youth and fame, I was naive and ignored his crazy comments.

Then.. one night, during a horrible thunderstorm. The Silverware Mafia known as "The Gleaming Steel" came out of the drawers. Hired by King, they came to me with a loaded water gun. They proceeded to the outlet I was plugged into, and electocuted me. Unconscious, they drove me to the city dump. I was just a toaster among machines. Vowing vengeance I returned, and slaughtered the Gleaming Steel and murdered the King.

It's been months after that faithful night. I now know my true destiny, it's not to cook bread. But to save lives, a vigilante of the night! Now that you know, you understand why I type this on a indie game website. To spread the word, that any act of evil will not go unpunished by Galagus Toaster!