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Open: The Evil Kitchen of Evil
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laceandcarnageMuch of Istas's time in this lair of Kuk's was spent alone. She had no real desire to mingle with the others in his employ - although that was not because she had anything against them. Istas just had a very, very limited tolerance for sociability.
But she was willing to put aside the pleasantness of only having to deal with her own company in exchange for the glorious, magnificent room that was the kitchen.
Not only was it much larger than her own - larger even than her own apartment, really - it was filled with sleek, elegant appliances and always seemed to be fully stocked with delicious, sumptuous foods. This was a kitchen that could supply her bottomless stomach.
Although she had been told that as a myth, she now no longer needed to eat. Istas was dubious of this claim. After all, she still felt the Hunger. Even if she didn't actually need to, she still felt like she did. Therefore, better to constantly gorge herself anyway.
So, she sat at the large table in her white button-up blouse and blue petticoat skirt, methodically and with great enthusiasm making her way through enough food to feed five people. Five large people. Five large people who liked to eat entire chickens and chocolate cakes all on their own.
But she was willing to put aside the pleasantness of only having to deal with her own company in exchange for the glorious, magnificent room that was the kitchen.
Not only was it much larger than her own - larger even than her own apartment, really - it was filled with sleek, elegant appliances and always seemed to be fully stocked with delicious, sumptuous foods. This was a kitchen that could supply her bottomless stomach.
Although she had been told that as a myth, she now no longer needed to eat. Istas was dubious of this claim. After all, she still felt the Hunger. Even if she didn't actually need to, she still felt like she did. Therefore, better to constantly gorge herself anyway.
So, she sat at the large table in her white button-up blouse and blue petticoat skirt, methodically and with great enthusiasm making her way through enough food to feed five people. Five large people. Five large people who liked to eat entire chickens and chocolate cakes all on their own.
