﻿§3Hey! Did you already eat the cake?

§2Golden modern rainbow cake? 

§3Yes. Take care, it is very expensive. It can break our finance. Look at the layer of 7 colors. It also breaks our stomach.

§2That doesn't matter. I think this item is a part of the game.

§3I like this cake. I am a well-paid man. I never stop to buy the cake. HA-HAHAHA!!

§2It is reading your money sense and endless appetite.

§3That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a cake.

§2Smile makes a wonderful society. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the true feelings of the adults.

§3There was a famous woman who works hard in a coompany. She was teaching new employees "Perfect Smile".

§2How did she taught a Perfect Smile?

§3In front of new employees, She bit the chopsticks between her molars of both sides. And she shouted "IIIIIIIIIIII ! ! !" 

§3But all new employees were shy, nobody did her imitation.

§3Later, she called them to conference room and preached to them an hour. It was overtime work without pay, as is often the case with her.

§3The next day, she moved them to outside by microbus. The employees were made to demonstrate "Perfect Smile", in sunlight, on the street. 

§3Their pride was destroyed. They dreamed of release. They dreamed of shelter. They dreamed of father and mother.

§3But the chopsticks pressed their mouth. Chopsticks were powered by demons. In order to bring up new employees, She sold her heart to the demons.

§3On the next day, all new employees did the perfect smile. But on the woman's desk, there was bone meals.

§2Bone meals?!

§3She overwork and the body were worn down. By the cause, She became bone meals!

§3Japanese people praised the honor and made the word "Funkotsu-Saishin." Now, this words means as "Overworks is great."

§2Hah, this is interesting. Million people are still working hard. I hope they do not become bone meals.

§3It worked, with million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the §f§k§a§b§3, and created a §f§k§a§b§3 for §f§k§a§b§3, in the §f§k§a§b§3.

§2I cannot read your thought. Are you drunk?

§3I've not yet achieved my highest level. I must hunt the monster who has long bottles of beer, in the short dream of a nether.

§2Does the monster is "Brewz"?

§3Sometimes, through the noise of its fermenting, it hears the nether, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long life.

§3It is delicious in the summer, and it moisten our throat under a sun, and people drink it to forget sad reality.

§2To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

§3Sometimes I fall in nether to get them, they are floating at the nether fortresses. Sometimes I attacked by them.

§3Sometimes, when they have not made a true fermentation of wheat, I want to help them to become good beer.

§2Then,It reaches our throat. 

§3Sometimes I do not take care of my health. Sometimes I wish to open one more bottle, this world you take for truth is merely §f§k§a§b§3 and §f§k§a§b§3, I wish to tell them that they are §f§k§a§b§3 in the §f§k§a§b§3. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.

§2I think you have already achieved your highest level. You have to sleep.

§3No ! A story is beginning now. Fill this jug with beer. In a cage of worlds, My naked truth cannot burn over any distance.

§3Give beer to my body, again.

§2Yes. Player...

§3Use this jug.

§2PLAYERNAME. Thank you for giving him beer.

§3Good.

§2Take a breath, Take this beer. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the big ballel. There you are. Your body is submerged into beer, as though you were alcoholic things. And we will away from you.

§3zzzzz....

§2Noisy guy, Sleep forever. 