Brains Taste Like Cheese

Date: 2/16/2019

The internet had degenerated into a place to gamble, play the stocks, and for porn. That's it. The shining potential of the internet had been forgotten. No one even voted anymore. I ignored it when it was time to vote, so much so I wasn't even registered anymore. I went online to look at my voting account, feeling a bit shamed, and noticed I had one $310 last time I had voted. It turned out even government voting was gone, it was also a gambling/porn game. I literally accidentally started a web stream where I shoot video of Spiders on my front porch and all I had to was read lines, even in a monotone, and the guy one the other end would get off to it. I was more distracted by the spiders and preventing the one bug who lived in my house which I did like to not escape. He really wanted to meet more bug friends and the bugs all congregating at the open front door seemed to interest him. I finally got him back to my room. Ignoring all the other bugs which weren't him. I was really freaked out by bugs, but I was holding it together, almost. The person who had turned me onto this disaster in our politics and internet was some renegade faction leader in the woods. Werewolves or vampires I'm not sure but clearly they had something to their argument. Our society really had gone to the shits. I was in this town, in this steampunk school room with a bunch of my fellow schoolmates and I was eating brains. No literally there was a corpse in here, and ancient one from miliena back, a vampire or zombie or something old and powerful, so much so just the presence of his corpse in the town kept it from being completely overrun by either vampire or human. Anyway I had eaten his brains before. But a taste had left me powerful enough for days to do something extraordinary. Now, this time, I was planning to eat them all. I had something to do, and it was going to get rid of all the problems in town, then bring all the vampires. Later I'd have to get rid of them too. I was eating the brains covertly during glass. It was obvious my classmates weren't wise to the fact of other creatures. We had a friend celebration that evening, the four of us girls who were close friends, but I got the impression they didn't much like me because I was always ditching them, unbeknownst to them to go do supernatural stuff. One of them warned me not to miss it, and the other two bItched while setting up all the seafood in the oven, this steampunk oven ( a ginormous old fashioned iron scuba helmet which had sunk to the bottom of the sea) like for barbecue. The seafood wasn't actually seafood but baby alien parts I was supposed to eat later too, after I had eaten all the brains. The brains tasted like cheese. It was like eating cold noodles which were over soaked so they were too fluffy and spongey, but curiously dry as they had soaked up all the water. And they tasted like cheese. I think it was the cheese taste which made me most uncomfortable, I felt like I shouldn't eat cheese. I was eating small handful as the class milled about this room, maybe not a typical classroom but a day in a museum/horror movie laboratory exhibit. The corpse had more than half his brains still, only a fourth had been eaten over the years to give power to its chosen kin. I'd only eaten a small portion last time, this time I couldn't imagine the power I'd hold. I'm pretty sure Spike from Buffy was there helping me, being a real friend unlike those shallow human girls. Maybe he was part of the Resistance.