SirWhiteBread (Character)

Day 90- The salty sea has begun to stale the corners of my supple breading. The unrelenting sun baking my bread beyond gold brown perfection. Food is scares thoughts of eating the younglings of wheat growing. A wave like no other growing from the south consumes my vessel. Quickly taking on water my boat begins to sink. My lettuces quiver. Then there is darkness, water soaking into my bread. The last bread of my tribe and all I can do is drown. I won’t be long now fish began to nibble on my crust. I have failed…

From the north a voice like no other brings peace to this poor sandwich. As I sit at the bottom of the ocean it speaks of great tragedy. Of the southern wave which will come for all but once the southern wave has cleansed the earth the north wave shall come forth and bring peace and love to all.

“YOU MY MAN OF BREAD YOU ARE THE ONE TO WAIT AS AGE STALES WHAT IS LEFT OF OUR ENRICHED FLOUR BODY. YOU MUST WATCH FOR THE SOUTHERN WAVE AND WARN MY FOLLOWERS OF THE DOOM. GO EAST UNTILL NO LAND IS SEEN AND FIND A SACUARY FOR MY PEOPLE. A BOAT APON A STONE MAN IS WHERE YOU WILL BUILD A LIGHTHOUSE TO WATCH FOR THIS WAVE.”