The Perfect Curry

## Detailed Graphic Violence. No Imagery. Do not read if you are sensitive to this kinds of stuff

At first I didn't know what to make.

I could make a pupusa, one of many ingredients and detail.

I might've made gallo pinto, fresh with it's rich inions & Red Beans

These were both unoriginal, yet comforting creations.

And yet, I however did not find any interest in them.

I pondered, walking into the farm.

I began stimming, wondering what was worthy of my skills.

Just as I was about to give up, I looked to my left.

"A goat." I thought. That's when I realized.

There was a meal worthy of my talent, one so great, delicious and edible that I must start right away!

I grabbed my butchers knife and slaughtered away at the herd.

"DIE DIE DIE!" I thought.

All in the name of the curry.

I slashed, and slashed!, and SLASHED!

Until there was nothing left, but pools of blood and the smell of rotting corpses.

All in the name of the curry.

I had obtained the meat, the source to function the curry.

I left, left my house, my kids, my wife.

To go onto a journey. A very, very long one.

I will journey to ever inch, corner, and edge of this collapsing round rock until I find what I need.

Until I find what he needs.

I arrive at a village, an old rundown one.

I hear word, word of an ingredient. One so marvelous, it will help me achieve my glorious Master piece.

I follow the word, I follow His word.

I find it, I find the solution to all of our problems.

It tells me "Shall not obtain me, until one proves thyself worthy"

So I run, run fast down to the village.

I pull out my butchers knife, and Slash and slash and slash.

I keep on slashing with no remorse.

Because after all, this is all in the name of the curry.

But, it's just not enough. Not NEARLY, enough.

I grab sticks, Stack them, rub one against the other. And BOOM

Out comes a flame. A flame that quickly spreads, destroying families, pets, children, people, and consuming everything in it's path.

They may not understand now, but they will all soon understand later.

I go back, to claim my rightful prize. And I do it.

I now have the Powder & Leaves.

I travel, and travel far way back to my home.

I have obtained the pieces required to fulfill my destiny. My glorious purpose.

I grab the knives, stumbs, and of course the Meat, & The Leaves & Powder.

I smash, I mix, I mix, and smash again.

And....Now it has been done. I have done it, I have fulfilled my glorious purpose.

I've created the most holy, glorious, and righteous food of all time.

But just then, he spoke out to me.

I knew what I had to do. I had to fulfill it's holy request, No matter what the cost.

So I picked up our butcher knife. I walked into the room, slowly opening the door to minimize the creeking sounds.

I walk in, and slash and dash and slash and slash and slash. Ignoring all the screaming going on.

When we finish, there's pools everywhere. Pools that don't matter. Bodies that are irrelevant.

He didn't need them to die, and yet, he wanted them to.

He looked pleased after our action.

I looked into it's eyes, his eyes.

I knew my purpose had been complete, I no longer served one and now I simply was a weight.

I picked up my butchers knife, and walked over. I handed it to him as he reached out for it.

"Good job my loyal servant, you served well"

I did it. I did everything he asked for, I slaughtered, I slayed, and I burnt everything I had and will ever known. All for the name of the curry.

As he raised the knife towards me and plunged it into me, as curry gushed out of my wound, where blood normally would.

I thought, and thought, and couldn't stop thinking.

***All in the name of the curry. All in the name, of the GoatCurry.***