Monday, April 4, 2016

In the Temple of Blackest Hate

The doors creak open and the smell of coffee greets you as you walk in to the temple. A being detaches from the shadows, a streaming mug in its clawed hands.
It hisses at you and it takes a moment for you to make out what was said.
"Black or with cream?"

Sunday, April 3, 2016

A Reminder Posted on the Doors of the Abbatoir

Your life has been a lie. Everything you have been taught. The insidious whispers that calories don't matter, that fat burns fat. All from someone who wants your money. Someone that wants to sabotage your goals. Don't listen to them.
The lies come from every side. From well meaning bloggers to robots in Facebook groups.
This warning is written in blood on the doors of the Abbatoir.
Heed this warning.

The Macro Requirements for Entry.

Before the gates of Ketogazar will open for you, and you can be bathed in the hellish glory of Keto'nor, ye must first solve the riddle of the macros.