Creation was such a strange Person. Why would they make bananas curved? So they could fit down our throats easier? And grapes, why is it that their skin was so disgusting yet their innards were so good? And why would nature make all Berries look the same? From cloudberries, to Virginia Creeper berry. From Buffalo Berries to Pondweed Berries. If I told you there was such as a Choker Berry, would you immediately assume it was not poisonous? How about the absolutely poisonous Jerusalem Berry that provides you with stomach infections and tachycardia?
Well Karl had always been a swishing Belladonna. In his time serving in the front lines, he learnt about Nature. That backstabbing bitch, he would murmur to himself. And the humans she had Created, were just her envoys to destroy themselves. Karl had been sent out by his mother to the World with a backpack full of tropane alkaloids, and a noggin full of acidic propaganda.
"Hey Atropa! Pay attention!" shrieked Karl Atropa's commander. "Remember what we do! We the suicide bombing squad, must feel the responsibility of our comrades wen we give it our all. Is that understood?"
Karl could hardly remember that day. He could hear the frantic plodding of the men around, half then did he remember.
"Eat Me!" he heroically cried.
And they did. He caught the last glimpse of Mother nature through the sky, and remembered murmuring: that bitch. Inside, ye could feel his backpack being unzipped by the ivory pillars surrounding him like a prison. He saw his fellow belladonna with faces like radium dials, being undressed as he. He watched as his books spilled out of his bag, and killed the people.
rip ~ atropa belladonna Karl
AN: Did you expect more?