Topic: I hid the evidence in the banana factory
Anonymous A started this discussion 1 year ago #122,785
So I was a little careless and accidentally dumped some peels into the plastic hugger. So to save time, and possibly not have all my efficiency efforts go to waste by spending time on shoveling it back up, I just dumped a lot of plastic over it.
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 5 minutes later[^] [v] #1,339,571
What about the bodies?
boof joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 26 minutes later, 31 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,339,579
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 18 minutes later, 49 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,339,581
You played...hide the banana?
Mora the Explorer !hb3YTldzvs joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 3 hours later, 3 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,339,669
Oh for sure, time wasted would have been the real crime. Well done.
Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 13 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,339,675
No joke, I used to work at a warehouse and some guy spilled a bunch of oil on the floor. One of my coworkers, trying to be helpful, brought out this giant mop and ended up spreading it all over the place.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 50 seconds later, 4 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,339,676
@1,339,669 (Mora the Explorer !hb3YTldzvs)
It was a matter of safety that I instead soldiered on with my duty. We cannot have trash overflowing, it's a hazard.
It was a matter of safety that I instead soldiered on with my duty. We cannot have trash overflowing, it's a hazard.
Anonymous F replied with this 1 year ago, 7 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,339,678
In the belly of the city, a forest of rust-colored banana-boxes rises like a twisted-ziggurat, its peak shrouded in a noxious mist that clings to every surface. The air is heavy with the stench of rot & decay, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. Trash cans overflow with a living, seething sludge, while plastic bags snag on fences like skeletal fingers. And at the heart of this maelstrom, the banana boxes seem to pulse with a malevolent-energy, their corrugated walls bearing witness to humanity's-darkest-fears: that we are consumed by our own waste, and the boxes hold fast, waiting for us to succumb.