"My sisters and brothers, be thankful. You will be the first. You will have a seat alongside them just as I will in what will become the new world they create for us. Starting now." -Olivia Pierce She’s done it. She’s doomed us all. The promise of unlimited salad and breadsticks brought her to this wretched state. A horrible visage of flesh, metal, and garlic. There will be more of them. I tried to escape before it was too late, throwing gift cards at the staff to distract them long enough to get out the doors. It was hopeless from the start. This planet is dying, the oceans have been replaced with olive oil, mountains are drizzled in salad dressing by horrible creatures to dine upon. The breadstick locusts take more and more of our kind everyday, converting anyone they catch into mindless beasts. I fear I have only survived because they have let me. And still, the waiters bring out more. I cannot take much more of this, there is one thing I haven’t tried yet, there is little chance of success. If this plan fails, we are all doomed. At this point however, a small chance is better than none at all... Execute Operation: Take-Out.