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Kris layed on his back looking at the stars... Looking at the constelations of Orion, Perseus, and Hercules, these great men would be sickened at what has happened to modern men, all of whom were turned into servants... Aquariuses all of them. Kris was once a musician, not famous, but had gained a small fanbase. He was a good man who had respected women for the most part, but with the events of the past he now disgusted the she-beasts. His face was covered in dirt, and his beard grew unkempt, he was hungry, and worst of all he ached, he ached in the place that mattered most. Getting action more than you had ever expected was a dream turned nightmare, and the only men who could enjoy this oppression where those who were feminists them selves... the traitors... and of course the dead. Many of the fellow prisoners felt death would be the better path, and surely it was. But some felt there would soon be light, a day where everything would be as it should. However distant this day was, it would be the dream of all men, and these few men were going to help bring it.
[OOC: Nothing special... and Simon... the right one? I thought for sure left.] |
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