Editorial: Roleplaying as a Ravioli

This is completely separate from any storyline listed in this website, but was something silly I thought of today. I decided I was going to roleplay as a ravioli. And this is a metaphor for life.  But the important component of the story is for the reader to come to their own conclusions versus what I intended for it to be.  These are taken directly from my Tweets with little editing (although it could use it, but eh, I'm quite lazy today).  These were posted today under the #IAmARavioli hashtag.


Please enjoy!


I was once a crop of wheat, growing in the sun light. I was picked. That is when my transformation began. 
The machines tore my wheaty body into pieces, mixing it with other wheats, and soon we were all one. One doughy mass.
The machines changed my body, filled me with a gooey mass, stamped out a new form. I was reborn.
I traveled with others like me in a plastic vessel. It was like a womb. We felt safe and protected.
Hands grabbed us, shoved our home into the depths of a freezer. And there we sat for an eternity. Simply being ourselves.
We were beginning to show our age. The Makers decided to put us on clearance. A red sticker was applied to our plastic vessel.
And a small Maker peered at us, and said they wanted Ravioli for dinner. That is when we knew. Our name was Ravioli.
We were scanned by a red light, heard a beep, and pushed into a dark cavern filled with other non-Ravioli.
Tucked away for more time, we finally emerged. And that same tiny Maker squeeled with glee upon seeing us.
Held on the precipice, staring into the metal abyss, we were afraid as the steam hit us. Summoning our courage, we dove in.
The heat tempered our bodies. It cooked our insides. And when pulled out, we were softened and delicate.
Placed on a flat vessel, decorated with a red sauce, we were presented to the Little Maker. And we became one with it.
And then we became poop. Which was flushed into a waste treatment facility. We were sold to a Chinese farm as fertilizer. 
Now I am growing in a sunny field somewhere in China. I am now Bok Choi.