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Part Two
Part Two
    The Shakespeare class was perhaps the best thing that had happened to me since the invasion of the Toast colony. I was happily occupied much of the time, pouring myself into those delightful works. Though I missed my brother Bright (with whom I corresponded through daily letters), without him in the limelight, I realised I was quite talented academically, myself. Not a genius like he was, not a “prodigy,” but I was in fact very intelligent. My teachers looked on me favorably and never complained that I “wasn’t as brilliant” as my brother.
    My gift for reading Shakespeare earned me respect amongst my peers, and eventually I was appointed to the role of tutor. I’d never had to teach anyone anything before, except perhaps helping Bitty with simple math. This was a surprisingly enjoyable experience for me, as well. I told my brother all about it, and he was very happy for me. Likewise, I applauded his smashingly extraordinary achievements—he was entering college at the age of twelve.
    When I was fifteen years old age, three years after arriving at the Toaster, I received some shocking news. I was told someone named BenevolentToast had come to see me. He looked very disheveled and distressed when I met him.
    ‘I was told you wanted to talk to me, sir?’ I asked.
    ‘Yes,’ he answered, looking surprised at my very appearance, as though he hadn’t called for me. He listed some names, then asked if the first one belonged to me—I answered in the affirmative—if the second and third belonged to my parents—I answered in the affirmative again, hesitating a little. Then he asked if my parents were ‘doing quite well.’
    What he expected to hear, I could not imagine. Why was I in a State Toaster, if my parents were ‘quite well’?
    ‘No, sir,’ I said.
    ‘Don’t call me sir, it’s odd.’ He hesitated. ‘Where are they?’
    I stared at him. ‘They died three years ago, sir.’
    ‘Oh! That’s horrible to hear.’ He collapsed into an armchair. ‘Terrible. Terribly unfortunate.’
    ‘I…I suppose so, sir.’ I knew this wasn’t a proper response as soon as I said it, but the stranger known as Benevolent didn’t seem to notice.
    It was then that I learned the whole strange story: and how, exactly, my parents had come upon their fortunes.

I'm so sorry for your loss. :'(

Now as to the story, either I am going crazy, or everything is themed on toast. Why is this?

I recently heard news of Butter's unfortunate demise spreading around my part of the commune and decided that I would write a eulogy in honor of such a great toast.
So without much inspiration I have written my story of how I came to know him and what he means to me.
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I was born in 1970 and had grown up under harsh conditions. While not to stray off the topic of the departed ButterToast, smashing accomplice that he was, I find my own part of this tale rather heartwarming as well. Now, as I was saying, I was in very harsh conditions growing up. My family rode the line of poverty carefully, barely scraping up enough to survive and often in unemployment. Times were miserable for me until I grew up. That's when the hard-working life I was accustomed to paid off. I rode my way to the top of the economic chain and could afford me and my parent the good life.
    Now after about 5 years of some hard-work at the top as well as some fun-times to go along, I had started to be included in some exclusive investment opportunities. Now, when I heard there was a time machine in the funding, I jumped on the offer. Everyone else with enough wealth to invest supposed that such a smashing endeavor could only be impossible! A toast! Travel in time! It was absolutely preposterous to most and perhaps blasphemous to a few. But I was a believe in the idea, and entered 1 billion dollars to the cause.
    It definitely took a while to come about and I was very impatient during the process, However, 7 long years later I had gotten it. I, due to my significant financial donation, would be the FIRST to travel in time! Experimentally, though, which meant that I would have no idea where I may end up. This didn't particularly bother me as I had grown up being a survivor at heart and knew I could tough it out in almost any conditions.

    As it so happens, I was lucky. I landed in 1936, a calm and relaxing time amongst the toast commune. Now, I was indefinitely stuck here, for the machine traveled with me but would need quite a bit of warming up to use properly. The one they managed to make safe on the experimental product was going back to where you came from. Bored with living a simple life in a small house I had bought for temporary purposes (and intended to resell before leaving), I decided I could afford to be a bit more fraudulent. I'm rich, I'm time travelling, let's make someone's LIFE! Assuming the way I time was true, that the Universe works everything out and any action I do now has already had it's effect on life in the future, I went looking for potential candidates to inherit a bit of money.
    Many in the then small community were instantly discounted. Either idiotic or uneducated, money for them would be no good. Quite a bit of searching through names ensued but eventually I found those who I trusted to use the money wisely. The sweet BriskToast and her husband BrittleToast were newlyweds dedicating the rest of their life to scientific researches. Inspired by their dreams, and in admiration of science for the time machine,  I gave them a sweet million to invest and save with.

    I went back to my own home in the times I was used to eventually, and lived a now even more publicized life as the first successful time traveler, billionaire, and science lover extraordinaire. Sometimes I found myself wanting to get away from it all, but I knew I was blessed and wouldn't trade anything for it. However, I always did wonder what came of the couple I had given money to, as I never told people from my time what I did so this caused them to be entirely boring citizens of the community with a bit more money than normal. I eventually decided to have the refined time machine that people had been working on which could allow you to choose your destination to see them in the future.
    I went back to around the time I was born, 30-more-or-less years later, and rang on their bell where an enthusiastic young teenager greeted me. After inquiring where the smashing Brisk and Brittle were I was answered with a small pause then had the situation of their death explained to me. I was saddened but spilled the story of my adventures to the young boy, who swore to secrecy until the true event happened. This boy was the ButterToast who has now met his sad end here in 2012 (a part of my linear timeline, and therefore carrying great weight).
    Reassured by my confession, me and the boy became good friends and I would meet him in the future when I returned. We became very close and I led and mentored him through his life. I don't want to bore you with the details, and I don't believe the immense respect and friendship I had for the boy can be described easily. To me he was youth, and adventure, and one of the only friends I could truly count on. I'm finding myself crying as I finish this sentence, and believe I must end the story somewhat short, though the what this toast truly meant to me is almost unexplainable.

Part Three
           BenevolentToast was discontented as a young Toast. He was very interested in science, and found it the most smashing thing in the world, but hadn’t the means to do what he loved best. Thus, he worked hard, and became very rich. He didn’t go into incredible details describing this part to me, I suspected for the sake of anonymity.
           Being incredibly rich, almost obscenely so, Mr. BenevolentToast had joined a project. A time machine was in the works. He was one of the only ones on the planet who could have afforded to risk the loss of so much money; he was also perhaps one of the most gifted scientists of the age (being an excitable teenager, I kept asking what age he was from, exactly—what point in time? The year 1790? 6023?). With this lucky combination, a time machine was finally created, and it was smashing to say the least. It was experimental at the moment, he told me, but still probably the greatest scientific achievement of all time.
           His story twisted and turned and backtracked very confusingly, but this much became evident after some time. Before Bland was born, my parents were actually quite poor. They were worried that they wouldn’t be able to support a family properly. My father was unemployed, and my mother’s job didn’t bring in a very good income. They were desperate.
           This was where BenevolentToast ended up on the first try using the time machine. The friends he made in the past—or the future, he would never say which—were BriskToast and BrittleToast. My parents.
           He took a liking to them, and though he wasn’t sure whether interfering with time, he loaned them quite a lot of money in order to get started. Then they were happy and wealthy—‘weren’t they?’ he asked me anxiously, interrupting himself. ‘They were successful, weren’t they? I’d hate myself if I set them up for an awful disappointment.’
           ‘I don’t know,’ I said sullenly. At this point in the story I resented Benevolent, I must say. Maybe if he hadn’t helped my parents, my life would not have ended up like this. Perhaps we would be poor, but my parents would have had time for Bland, Bright, Bitty and I. And maybe we would have lived somewhere else when the Toasty colony raid occurred.
           ‘Did it go well?’
           ‘They were certainly successful, sir.’
           ‘Smashing.’ He smiled for the first time. ‘Listen, I’m sorry this had to happen, but how was I to know—?’
           ‘I know. You didn’t.’ Suddenly I felt rather tired. Had he just come to tell me the story? I appreciated it, but all the same, I might have been more lighthearted if I hadn’t known. Those were the days I didn’t yet hate the saying “Ignorance is bliss.”
           ‘I just came to see how they were doing,’ he said, ‘and in trying to find them, I found you.’
           ‘Me? Bright,’ I said, ‘is famous. How did you find me first?’
           ‘Well, I found out about your brother first, but he gets enough attention already, doesn’t he?’
           ‘Yes,’ I admitted.
           Somehow, I found it very believable that this gentleman had arrived in a time machine. He seemed so odd.
           ‘Can I come with you?’ I wanted to know. Despite myself, I wanted to see the future. Had I seen then the predicament I am in today, I would likely be horrified. So it was for the better that Benevolent refused. He was a kind Toast, but he didn’t want to make any more changes in time, not when he saw the ill effects that had resulted in Bright and I orphaned. He told me he would visit again sometime, and with a tip of the hat he was gone.
           That was the last I saw of BenevolentToast for a while.

Buttertoast? Gone? Why this is the most un-bashing day of my life 
I can't even bring myself to end with, "Haha!"

Butter died? I
I'm sorry
I loved his presence on these forums, and I'm sure the loss is harder for you, knowing him personally. He was a jovial soul, and always cheered me up. I can only be glad his fascinating life is recorded on these forums

omg is the toast thing continuing again where was i in all this

Wickimen wrote:

sonatina wrote:

omg is the toast thing continuing again where was i in all this

You're on! 
I was going to show you the real paper at school, but like
go to stupid school assignments and excellent answers under reading and playing

oh i saw it!
haha it was cool. your brother is a real genius.
yeah i'd participate in the toast thing except i have no idea what's going on and i'm too lazy to read the entire thread and i'm also too lazy to log into that account.
actually i only came on here because.
actually.
what possessed me to.

Wickimen wrote:

sonatina wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

You're on! 
I was going to show you the real paper at school, but like
go to stupid school assignments and excellent answers under reading and playing

oh i saw it!
haha it was cool. your brother is a real genius.
yeah i'd participate in the toast thing except i have no idea what's going on and i'm too lazy to read the entire thread and i'm also too lazy to log into that account.
actually i only came on here because.
actually.
what possessed me to.

No man
You didn't actually find it funny
I can tell
YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIE!

okay i
fine
it's like when you laugh at a joke and you secretly have no idea what's going on
i'm sorry sobs

Yes

BitterToast wrote:

I apologise for the typographical errors, I am trying to type this up quickly!

*rolls eyes* Don't we all love toast spam?

BeautifulToast wrote:

Cozyhut3 wrote:

And I'm sorry if this sounds insulting, but did you really have a friend who died, or is this just a story?

Yes, dear Butter has died. He was the one who introduced me to Scratch.

Cozyhut3 wrote:

And Benevolent only has two posts.

He hasn't been able to be on often, due to... Family problems....


And one other thing- Bitter, do you know this fellow, WrongToast? He seems to be an imposter!

What! Why would you ever think that! Of course im not an imposter! How un-bashing of you to assume that! Why it's so silly it's funny! Yeah! Haha! Ha!