I discovered a way of heating sugar, milk and glucose together to make a powder with all the effects of ecstacy but with absolutely no side affects, I made a batch and took it to a rave to share with friends but they soon told their friends and the bucket of milk was soon gone with hungry mouths yelling at me to make more, I agreed to start making it for a small profit, and the production started.

Went in with a friend and made up a batch and instead of drying it out, moulded it into easy to eat milky chew bars..
we sold the 500 bars in the first 10 minutes of walking into a busy party in the city, shared a glance, went home and started making more.

After the first month, I thought we had reached capacity, we had both quit our full time jobs and were making milky bars in every spare minute of every day. My house had defaulted into primary factory, my friends girlfriend was handling distribution, although we both trusted her, we knew she was eating way to many milkybars, she would come home late sunday afternoon from a weekend of trade with clouded milky eyes

After a year, we hadn't really been out and decided to hit the town and start spending the money that we had been religiously making, we chose a party that we used to go to regularly and took a backpack of milkybars just in case..
when I first walked in, I noticed the floor was slightly tacky, as I walked to the back of the club the floor became increasingly sticky and in the toilet you really had to make an effort to walk.. I asked a promoter why the floor was so sticky, he didn't seem to know, he was young and said it had always been like that, I shook his hand and turned to leave but his hand was sticky as well.
I looked around and finally noticed the entire party was coated in a thin film of milky sugar.. the people had the milky eyes that you develop from frequent use but they seemed to be sweating the bars out.. I told my friend who was equally disgusted, and we decided to stop making the bars.

1 year later, I went for a walk down the street and noticed a tacky residue underfoot.. I remembered the days of the milkybars and smiled.. kept walking towards the CBD. as I got closer the ground started to take on a milky appearance. I started to run.
I got to the first corner and looked around, everyone was sucking on milkybars, even small children had white eyes.. I kept running, I got to the main street and saw a HUGE sign and some sort of construction of a large store. WHITEOUTª with sexy women on glossy posters holding milkybars and smiling invitingly.. someone had got hold of the recipie and was producing it in bulk.. I asked to see the manager.

5 years later, I moved to Island, the only country with a strickt ban on milkybars, the partys are still slightly tacky but the cities and parks are clean and clear. New York was almost completly white, with large crystals of sugary milk reaching to the sky, you had to carry oxygen because the air at ground level was so thick and creamy... I wanted to see the world, but as the whiteout corporation spread across the world I couldn' t escape the glucose sugar coma.. people are numb, they stare at you with white eyes, they sometimes asked if I worked for whiteout because I was the only one with black pupils.