Soupy is risen!

The Soupy Toasterson Show has gone live! You will read it and you will love it.

The sun was warm. He could feel it touching his skin, warming it so carefully that he didn’t realize it had started to turn red and burn. The wind was blowing lightly, brushing against him, making his hair twitch and the green grass surrounding him bend. The sky was blue – an amazing shade, pure and unblemished.

The day was perfect. In his mind, it always would be.

Accept no substitutes.