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FACTORY DEMON FORKLIFT BATTLE by AntiMach uses sleek imagery and cunning description to tell this humorous tale of a blue collar factory worker.

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Published: Jun 22, 2011

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A few factory terms for you:

To paraphrase "5S," it basically means to keep your work area consistently clean and organized.

"Lock Out Tag Out" means cutting off a machine's power source with a lock (so random jackanapes don't accidentally turn it on while you're working on it).

Oh, and to enrich your reading experience, I highly suggest the following links:

Blumchen's "Heut ist mein Tag": www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd_W-b…

John Longmire's "Turkey Trot": www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBaHVd…

Evard Grieg's "Anitra's Dance": www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJ75Ys…

Unfortunately, YouTube failed me by not delivering Sam Fonteyn's "Happy Families." This, however, will do: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g64Y6r…

Now that I've finished that, it's now time to summarize this 3501-word blue-collar supernatural extravaganza! By the way, there will be naughty words (it is a factory setting). A lot of them. You have been warned. Anyway...

Sometimes we need to getaway from the everyday drag of work. But usually our fantasies take us to happy places. What begins as a momentary respite from work suddenly evolves (devolves?) into a supernatural conflict between demon versus factory workers. The reasons may astound you...

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