Your mother always warned you not to eat too many sweets as a child. You just couldn't listen, could you? She told you about the way your teeth would rot and you just chuckled and went about your merry way, stuffing your gleeful face with the delectable sugars and candies. You laughed at her stories about ... about the Evil Pie.

Until one day the Evil Pie showed up. Until it showed up and ... and ...
... we don't talk about that.

And now you sit up at night, flinching at every sound, crying out every time something round and flakey-crusted and delicious moves in the corner of your eye. You haven't eaten sugar in weeks, but it just keeps following you. You see it everywhere now. It's even infiltrated your <a href="http://www.subeta.net/shop.php?shopid=37">stickers</a>, your <a href="http://www.subeta.net/shop.php?shopid=6">beanbags</a> and the <a href="http://www.subeta.net/shop.php?shopid=24">cookies</a> you shakingly buy for your wizened, bitter old mother, now ...



They're everywhere.
Be on your guard. D: