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by You Killed My Father

In 1992, Sage Dining killed my father. It was a stormy night in late October. My family was driving back from the county fair on a winding road through the forests. I could tell my father was stressed by the wet roads, but when he cursed and pulled over I grew concerned. Blocking the road was an entire Sage Dining buffet. Sage workers were standing motionless in front of the car, dressed in their ominous all-black outfits. A Sage Dining employee stepped forward. My dad got out. He told my mother and I to stay in the car. Through the window, I saw a Sage employee offer my father a single whole-grain roll. When my father did not take the roll they offered him some damp, cold chicken, which had been sitting on a hot plate for hours. Seeing that the chicken was gross and damp, my father refused this too. The Sage Dining employees became angry at his refusal to ingest their Organic Locally Sourced food and shot him with an Organic Locally Sourced gun. My father bled to Organic Locally Sourced death on the Organic Locally Sourced ground. I do not remember how my mother got us out of here, but when she too died tragically a year later, I was left an orphan. I swore revenge on Sage Dining, and now, years later, I will have my revenge. Like they always say, revenge is a dish best served cold yet over cooked and inexplicably wet after sitting on a hot plate for three hours.

by InternalTitan789

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a cold day, the school lake frozen over from the piercing cold. Everyone was freezing. All we wanted was some hot food to warm our bodies. I have been a vegan for about a year and a half now. Sage usually just gives vegans some potatoes and tofu and calls it a day but no, this time… this time was different. Lunch started out normally, I got there early. I started crossing the field and opened dining hall door to the warmth of the AC. I went over to my table and set it up. I waited and waited for other students but nobody came. It was almost time for lunch. Usually the dining hall is crowded by now. I thought nothing of it at the time. I filled up my glass with water from a pitcher and accidentally spilt a bit on my shirt. I went to the restroom to get paper towels then I heard something: The Wind. I opened the bathroom door to see my dining hall massacred. The ceiling was gone and the walls were as brittle as a cracker with bricks falling off. Ash was descending from the fiery sky. The campus was a wasteland. No human in sight. There was only one table in the dining hall now. One plate: tofu and potatoes.

by SlurpySlosh445

After 3 years of getting food from the sage dining service, I never knew that this food would change my life, literally. On a Wednesday afternoon April 8th, I walked into school unknowing that it was almost my last time. After 3rd period, I was STARVING! My stomach was like a volcano erupting. My friends and me walked down the hall to the cafeteria where I waited 15 minutes in line, for some grub. While waiting in line, I noticed the marinara sauce was bubbling like crazy. All of the sudden, the pot exploded and marinara sauce burned the skin of my peers. Then!! The pasta grew arms and used the garlic bread rolls as weapons!! Kids were dropping left and right, and because i was so smart, I decided to rush put the fire exit, just moments before the pasta could get me. That day there were 142 casualties, many of which were friends and family. I was furious to hear the number of casualties, but I had to except what happened and move on. In conclusion this tragedy is why Sage gets 1-star.