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'A long time ago in the past year of 1990 a great war seiged.

It wasn't a war with any known world power, in fact it was a fight that went completely undiscussed, until now.'

 

It all started February 15th, 1990. It was a nice little Thursday morning in small town North Texas, the sun was shining just right with a cool breeze behind it. Everyone was outside when the small town was about to be turned over on itself. Inside a humble local family's kitchen came the mutatious spawn of demon seed. It was a lowly grape, chosen by some force to fight off a dreadful force that was about to return.

Friday August, 31st, 1990

It was about noon, and the Grape Demon had found himself a weapon and has been training to fight this evil force that would come. They would be coming in September, he had plenty of time to finish preparations, perfecting his technique. He would soon find himself up against his greatest foe since The Harvester.. He had made his way through the produce in the refrigerator, severing many tiny artichoke hearts. This would be his final week, he must prepare himself through meditation, prepare himself for a bio-chemical attack. He practiced ancient arts of vision quest. Exploring what the world had to offer in it's sacred plants. After which he built himself a new weapon of great fury. Using scraps of kitchen utensil, he forged himself the perfect form of his earlier weapon. In the morning, he would be a defender the world had not seen before, nor will it likely see again. Hopefully, he will succeed.

Saturday, September 8th, 1990.

The scourge had come, there lay before us a sea of red. The spill of many tomatoes, the Killer Tomatoes. For our citric friend has found himself the hero and protector of Earth in, The Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.

After many brutal hours of fighting, our hero had looked weary. An eye missing, Bloody Mary in his eyes, our friend fights on slashing away at the tomatoes, where he made his way to a general Tomatoe. Letting out a vicious warcry he stormed forward with his blade drawn forward. He pierces his enemy, immediately draining him of his fluid.

picture.php?albumid=194&pictureid=1952 The Tomatoes surrounding him withdraw for a moment, as if caught in awe of a miracle itself. “Had our leader truly been slain before us?”, indeed he had, and with his acidic blood running off the edge of the television slowly dripping into a fine water-pipe with a double percolator our hero stands with his weapon ready.

9:00pm

After a long stand still the Tomatoes had agreed they would surrender, but warn our hero, there may be others that come to seek him.

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