When I was a young boy, I was abandoned the streets. No one to love me. No one to care for me. Nothing. Until the baker family found me. They showed me kindness, responsibility and most importantly love. With them my life was amazing.

They weren't rich, but that's okay. Money isn't necessary for happiness. They made a small living through making bread, a skill which they taught to me. Making bread is hard work, but it's very rewarding watching a satisfied customer rip open a loaf of fresh bread and eat the most delicious morsel of wheat they've ever had.

Then one day the bread struck back.

Turns out that all the love we baked into our bread turned them into living, breathing, sentient creatures that screamed in agony every time they were bitten into. They waited until we were about to open the bakery and rose against us. The battle was horrible, and I am ashamed to admit that I was a coward. I ran from the bakers who adopted me and hid.

When the flour had settled, I went back. My family lay dead on the ground, slain by bread. On that day I made a vow to avenge them. Together I need your help to destroy the abominations that killed my entire family and ruined my life.

Let's get that bread.