papapaczki’s Profile

I began life at a very young age. When I first entered the world, I was not able to write. I had to first grow a little bit, then my mother put me in school, where I spent 15 years learning how to properly use my pen and paper.

When I was 18, I decided to flee every day life and ride the rails. While travelling on the rails as a hobo, I found my love for Paczkis, as it was the only non-bean food that was available.

By the age of 22 I was a full fledge hobo. I had a stick with a sack on it that I carried my Paczkis in. I had given up beans, and turned to them instead.

At age 25 I was give a chef's outfit, and brought into a bakery by a man called "Dr Jack". He taught me bake Paczkis, and live the life of a normal human being again.

Age 30 came, and I was a the ninja of Paczkis. I would compete in and win every baking contest in town. The town was quite large. We had 57 people.

At age 36 I find myself still trying to get out of that Bakery, but I can't seem to find my way out. Its strange about this town. Most of the rooms are padded. Everyone wears white. There are nets hanging around. I don't quite understand it. Or understand why they make me wear this jacket when I try and leave for a new town. It doesn't fit. I can't even move my arms.