Rich Milk Chocolate with a kick…

The room is dark. I am alone. I am about to test the urban legend. Will Pop Rocks and soda truly kill a man? Only time will tell. As my childhood nightmares play out in front of me like silhouettes from a back lit candle, I can only pray that my life will not end here. Growing up you are told old wives tales that make for fun late night pranks you play on the new kid spending the night. But this time, you cant help but wonder, if tonight is your last. I tear the bag. A lump runs down the back of my throat like swallowing a rock. The smell ignites a fear long past. The hour is upon me. I must face my destiny. I get my footing on the diving board of doom, about to plunge into the black abyss of the unknown. And all I can do is close my eyes…

3,

2,

1…

I’m alive! It’s amazing! And it’s good! It tastes like normal crushed up pieces of leftover chocolate. It’s not like the usual sour sugar coat you find in other Pop Rocks in any way shape or form. You take a few bites and then it hits you. It does a little popping, a lot of rocking, but ultimately it is exactly what you expect. Chocolate, Pop Rocks. Death, not included.