No one believed him. He gave us fair warning. The sweat dripping from his brow, the
incoherent speaking patterns from him, we should have known he was prophesying from the gods
above. Still, we didn't believe him. Then the memes came, calling him a liar. A delusional
man. "Just the ramblings of a man at rock bottom" some would even say. Then, the straw that
broke the camel's back. His rock, his homestead, his only peace in this world, his wife, left
him. The man was disheveled, broken, he knew there was no coming back. 40 pizzas in 30 days?
Child's play. He was devouring pizzas left an right. Eat, pizza, repeat was all he knew. He
kept trying to get the perfect flavor profile. The better ingredients to make the better
pizza. Then, one day, he did it. That son of a bitch did it. Fire rained down from angry gods
that knew this should not be possible. Time and reality itself started to tear apart.
Civilization was eradicated, while us humans struggled to preserve the shambles of what we
once were. And he, well he stood upon our ruins and laughed, laughed because he knew he was
right. We should have believed him, but we were ignorant. This is the history of the world as
we know it now. This is the story of Pizzamachine, and how he managed to out-pizza the hut.
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