Toxic waste filled the land of Avantian, all the doing of one man, the dark wizard. In the centre of all this land was a single edible cupcake. I yearned for a single crumb from that mystical cupcake. I knew I couldn't. But I did. Here is my story: one normal dusk and I made my move, stealing the cupcake, the only food her in the land of Avantian. I tasted it, It was scrumptious but it made my tongue tingle, The final anchor had dropped, that was it..... The anchor had dropped on my life, my soul, my freedom.