There's so many thing that I like about human, but most of it is because of how they taste. I like their stringy and meaty flesh, that creamy chunky texture of the cerebral cortex, and oh the eyeb.a.l.l.s, those hard and creamy center eyeb.a.l.l.s that just goes down your throat smoothly. Best of all, this I must admit, is liver. Admiteddly the liver can be considered rather unclean but once you washed it throughoutly and make it into pate, it actually go pretty d.a.m.n well with just about anything.

First, you need to grind the some muscles, preferably young one about 18 to 25 year of age, using a meat grinder. Place in a container with Mead or your preferred alcoholic substance, garlic, parsley, onion, ginger, clove, cinnamon, nutmeg. Add your preferred diced livers and blend a cupful at a time. Season with salt and pepper. Mix the ground flesh with the blended liver. After that layer a clean dish with flat strip of flesh and pate mixture: Line with strips of flesh, fill with mixture, and cover with again with the human flesh bacon.

It is important to bake uncovered in a oven with a moderate temperature, 350 degrees F, for about 2 hours. Then cool the pate under a weight so that it will become firm and fine-textured. To do this, lay a piece of cloth over the pâté and set on top of the entire surface a board weighted with a heavy object and voila. After four or so hour, you have a delicious creamy human liver pate.

Humanity have many faults and flaws within them. They are greedy, spiteful, and envious of other. Yet they tend to be confused when other that's not them is doing the same thing they did. Regardless, for all their faults and flaws, they do however taste peculiarly tasty. The one good thing about the human species are that they breed too much. There's just no end to them, an elven couple in an elven community produce one to two offspring once every twenty years, whether a human couple in an human community could easily make three to seven offspring in that same amount of time. I guess in that sense, I probably wouldn't be running out of delectable treats for a while.

I'll tell you a secret, I'm not of this world, truly. No, you see.....I belong to another world, one that is very different from this current one. In my world, there exist a species known as Zombie, not the dead corpse raised up by some dumb newbie necromancers, but an artificial type of zombies that was made by accident in pursuit of narcotic high. There was this drug dealer, a drug dealer is an individual who sells drugs, of any type or quant.i.ty, illegally. They can be small-time dealers who sell small quant.i.ties to offset the costs of their own drug use, or they can be highly organized groups and businessmen within high-organized operations that run like a serious business. This particular drug dealer was one of the latter, a chemist within a organize crime family. He make drugs for them to sell and do experiment on his free time to pursue an even greater feeling of drug high.

This nameless chemist eventually discovered by accident a compound mixture that turn the consumer into flesh eating monster, but somehow, should the infected consume human brain matters, they would retain their sanity and be able to control their aggressive and hungering instinct for a time.

My name, hahaha...name are an important thing in this world, name has magic in them, and I be d.a.m.ned to let someone be in control of my soul. So let just call me Nat.i.tibeb for anonymous purpose. I was a slacker, h.e.l.l, all I ever want to do was to sleep and laze around all day in my underpants. I move though life like a leaf on the water, going whether the breeze take me. One day, a friend of mine got me to this boat party on a lake. Naturally of course, I refused but under the continuous insistence of my pal, I went to the party. What happen next you ask? The party was a blast, one moment I'm drinking beer by the barrel and stuffing my face in the softest biggest pair of t.i.ts I ever seen, the next I'm having a half naked chick riding my rod on top of me trying to rip my face off. There were screaming everywhere, smokes, fires, and what I think was a boat exploding. Last thing I remember was a flag pole hurling at me and my last thought were "frack! I never finish that blunts."

The next thing happen was that I eventually woke up in a stuffy body bag scaring the p.i.s.s outta some dude in medical uniform. They thought I was dead, heck there was even a toe card that said [Deceased] attached to my toe. I was alive but strangely hungry, terribly hungry.