The Printer

In 2010, a new printer was released to the public by a much unknown company. It looked very sleek, modern, and fresh. It looked revolutionized compared to other printers at the time. It sold itself to hundreds of thousands of people. The buyers would eagerly take it home to see the new printer spiff up their homes. They’d turn it on, and watch it start up, as they filled with excitement. Just to make sure it would work, the owner of the machine would print out a simple document. As the paper would come out, disgust and shock would fill the owner’s faces. What would come out wasn’t the document that was printed, but pictures of their family and friends slaughtered and beaten horribly, covered in their own bodily fluids. Those people weren’t actually dead, but were somehow on the pictures. Most of the owners would vomit, pass out, or be paralyzed with fear at the sight of their dead loved ones. Mothers, Fathers, Sons, Daughters, Best friends. All brutally murdered and some even decapitated. The printer was then thrown away or completely demolished in complete rage and disgust. Strangely though, the number of suicides grew increasingly that year, along with the murder rate.