Hello world!

My name is Dan, and I have quite a story to tell.

I guess I'm a pretty average guy. If I would describe myself, it will be average. Think of a generic, black haired, dorky guy with glasses, and you'd pretty much already imagined me. I'm average height, and I'm pretty lanky, with a somewhat slight tan, because I adore walking, aside from other stuff, like video games, books, tv, like I said average. It's getting pretty boring ain't it? Well this thing I have yet to tell you is pretty interesting. It's about my job.

Some guys my age work at retail stores, fast food places, baristas in coffee shops or clerks in movie theatres. I work in a somewhat service-oriented job myself, catering to people's needs, doing everything we can to get by. Earning money, paying bills, saving up for college, you know, usual stuff. I work in this place called "The Chop Shop".

So what do we do in the Chop Shop? Well, my workmates and I, we voluntarily put our feet up on the menu for people with specific tastes. Once our feet are selected, we get them chopped off. Each pair of feet can fetch as much as a thousand bucks per pair, depending on the services requested by the customer.

I know what you're thinking: "But Dan, it isn't really profitable if you lose your feet in the process, and only for a thousand bucks?" Well my friend, let me tell you about our founder, Miss Jean Nakamura, world-renowned biochemist who found a way to regrow lost limbs. I even asked her permission to share this story with you because a month from now, Project Regenesis will be unveiled to the world, the Chop Shop was part of her experiment. Miss Nakamura discovered an artificial cell that can "read" a person's blueprint from his or her DNA and rebuild what was lost from there. These cells are suspended in a special fluid that removes infection from the wound and makes it possible for regenesis cell to work on the body part. Once our feet have been chopped off for the client, we immediately plunge our stumps in a special container filled with regenesis fluid, and in as short as 30 mins, our feet, including the bones within, have fully regrown and can be put on the menu once again.

Now that's taken care off, I can tell you about the place itself. When you enter the Shop, you will first notice the smell. The next thing you'll notice are the feet. Think of it as somewhat of a gallery, but instead of paintings and such, there are feet at face level, jutting off the wall. It's a pretty long corridor, the east walls full of male feet and the west walls are full of female feet. Each wall can hold 24 pairs of feet, so that's 48 feet in each wall, and 96 feet in total. Below the feet are information about the owner: Their name, their picture, their shoe size, their age and ethnicity. The donors range from 18 - 35 years old. Some are calloused, some are smooth. Some smell sweaty, as if the feet spent a day inside shoes, and some smell clean, as if the feet just came from the shower, while some smell neutral, neither smelly nor clean, just the smell of feet (if that makes sense). Some are tanned, some are pale. Some are black, some are white. Some soles are pinkish, while some soles are yellow, while others are plain pale. Every kind of feet imaginable are inside this long corridor. This so called "Hall of Feet" is where the clients inspect, taste and choose which feet they want. They will then be asked if they want to saw the feet off themselves in a private room or let the wall drop a blade, guillotine style, on our legs. After that, the feet will be placed on a platter, which is given to the client as they walk to the end of the hall toward the dining area.

Once they set foot (hehe) inside the dining area, the host (or hostess) will ask them if they want to spend some.. *ahem* private time with the feet in a room. Stuff like chocolate sauce, whipped cream, maple syrup, barbecue sauce, as well as lube will be provided if you choose to play with the feet before ultimately having them for dinner.

The chefs in the Shop know a variety of cuisine, some have trained with the finest secret cannibal chefs specializing in dishes made from feet: Sole fillet with roast toe salad and ankle soup, roast feet, feet curry, feet noodle soup, heck you can even eat the feet raw with a variety of spices and sauces to accompany your meal. The clients enjoy the feet as much as the atmosphere. Sometimes, we donors even hang around the dining area watching our feet devoured with such relish that we can't help but feel pride. The diners sometimes see us and ask us to dine with them, offering us half of our own feet and talk about them. Some generous clients even let me have a whole foot to myself. One time, a girl my age requested my feet to saw off herself and even asked me to eat with her afterward. She told me she liked the fragrance of sweat from my feet and even reserved a pair for her to take home inside my work shoes, which I wear barefoot without socks. She even gave me a new pair of shoes and told me to stink it up 'til she returns, so we can enjoy having my feet on the menu again next time.

Well, that's basically it. The whole gist of the Chop Shop. Stick around and maybe I'll tell you specific experiences about my time in the Shop. And if you ever do visit there, be sure to check out my feet! I'm pair number 9 on the east wall. See you there!