....someone died. The impact of the pink fleshy parasite affected a great number of Birthders, some even who only had just emerged seconds in from the fiery inferno. One half chose to don masks over their breathing areas (assisted via Marsheap), others chose to isolate themselves, either close to the island they originated from or the pig house's infinite dance floor. Unfortunately, though a great number survived, there are those who perished under the pink one's pride. Case in point; Paker. Whom, you may ask, is such? Paker is Jamming's dementiated grandfather, whom he snuck onto the flaming isle straight after his father, Indossum, had kicked them out. Jamming and the rest returned to the cake homeland shortly after learning he had passed. Cake Island is the true definition of bittersweet. A black-tie affair funeral filled with lollipops and rainbows. Truly, the only thing keeping the group together would be Mccheesy. Life of the party, baked with real cheddar cheese, Mccheesy knows exactly how to liven things up. He's truly a blessing, it's a miracle that even through his caprisun addiction, he hasn't- OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! SOMEONE! HELP HIM! PLEASE!
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