Conway Steezy from Sausage Candy by Lucid Dream Collection
Tracklist
1. | Conway Steezy | 2:59 |
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Chapter 1: Conway Steezy
The putrid stench of the factory hit Conway Steezy like a slap in the face as he stepped through the rusted gates. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but he needed this job. Desperation gnawed at him like a persistent rat in the corner of his mind.
Inside, the dimly lit corridors were lined with pipes oozing mysterious liquids and machinery clanking with ominous rhythms. Conway's stomach churned, threatening to betray him at any moment.
He followed the foreman, a squat man with a perpetually greasy smirk named Grubby Gus, through the labyrinthine passages until they reached a massive chamber. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something sickeningly sweet.
"This here's where the magic happens," Grubby Gus announced, gesturing grandly at the scene before them.
Conway's eyes widened in horror as he took it all in. Strange figures, barely reaching waist height, scurried about, their faces contorted in grotesque smiles. They were the workers of the factory, whispered to be descendants of some long-forgotten experiment gone horribly wrong.
But it was what they were doing that truly made Conway's stomach revolt. They were collecting buckets of waste – fecal matter, toe jam, and even breast milk – from a colossal vat labeled "Giantess Zaylor's Bounty."
"This... this is where our food comes from?" Conway choked out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Grubby Gus chuckled, a sound like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, you betcha. We recycle everything here. Nothing goes to waste, not when there's profit to be made."
Conway's mind reeled as he struggled to comprehend the depravity of it all. He had heard rumors about the factory, whispers of unspeakable practices, but he never imagined it could be this vile.
But he had no choice. With a family to feed and bills piling up like a mountain threatening to bury him, Conway knew he had to do whatever it took to survive.
With a heavy heart and a churning stomach, Conway Steezy stepped into the ranks of the factory workers, joining them in their macabre dance of filth and exploitation.
Little did he know, his journey into the heart of darkness had only just begun.