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Look, most of what I post these days is friends only and I felt like positing something public to let people know I'm still alive. Consider this a preview of coming attractions. I've got like a million stories you guys don't see.\n\nStill working on the next chapter of Everybody Yiffs.\n\nIf pedophile terrorists aren't your thing, I've got a story about dominos and retarded children in my friend's gallery...\n\nThis is a draft chapter with zero editing. Also it takes place significantly further into the story than the last chapter. You have been warned.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Yeah I know it's out of order. Look, most of what I post these days is friends only and I felt like positing something public to let people know I'm still alive. Consider this a preview of coming attractions. I've got like a million stories you guys don't see.

Still working on the next chapter of Everybody Yiffs.

If pedophile terrorists aren't your thing, I've got a story about dominos and retarded children in my friend's gallery...

This is a draft chapter with zero editing. Also it takes place significantly further into the story than the last chapter. You have been warned.","writing":"\"What if we killed people?\"\n\n\"What?\" Tom laughed. But the Josh's expression was serious. Tom looked down, playing with his vape. \"I don't want to kill people...\"\n\n\"That's exactly my point. That's why we'd be good at it.\"\n\n\"Come on, be serious.\"\n\n\"I am serious.\"\n\nTom looked up, waiting for the joke to land. But it never did. The rabbit kept staring out the window, occasionally smoking his cigarette.\n\n\"You ever think about the good that we could do if certain people were eliminated?\"\n\n\"'Eliminated', you mean like MAPs?\"\n\nJosh glanced over and rolled his eyes. \"Not MAPs\", he said, returning to the window. \"Politicians mostly, certain lobbiests, people who have influence in current affairs. People who's death could mean the difference between a better tomorrow for our children.\"\n\n\"We don't have any children...\" Tom said. \"At least not of our own, and I doubt the ones we do have would exactly be a role model in the eyes of mainstream society.\"\n\n\"Fuck society.\" Josh said. The rabbit seemed to suddenly turned bitter. \"You never hurt Zack, even if the rest of our the world wants you to think so. He loves you and Cody does too. You've been a better parent to him than his own mother three times over and you know it.\"\n\nJosh was staring at him now, that old gleam in his eyes again, and then he turned away, watching the streets below. \"These fucking people have no idea what we are. What we can become. They should thank their lucky stars we're not the monsters they think we are.\"\n\n\"Is that why you're talking about murdering people? Some misplaced sense of vengeance?\"\n\n\"Not vengence.\" the rabbit said, taking another drag of his cigarette. \"Justice.\"\n\n\"There's no justice in the world, Josh. You should know that by now. Not for MAPs.\"\n\n\"I'm not talking about MAPs I'm talking about the good of the human race. I'm talking about strenghtening democracy.\"\n\n\"And how the fuck is assassinating politicians compatible with democracy?\"\n\n\"It isn't.\" Josh chuckled. \"But we don't live in one anyway, do we?\" He glared at Tom, that familiar gleam again. \"America isn't a democracy. Two parties isn't a democracy. Oh sure, we pretend it is. We cosplay it. It's all we ever talk about. Jerking ourselves off as we ban ranked choice voting in Florida, as our district lines steal the voices of millions of people, as our politicians argue about abortion and wokism and what the definition of a woman is while a climate apocolypse is knocking on our doorstep. A country where money equals votes, where a CEO's yearly salary is three times as much as we'll ever make in our lifetimes.\"\n\n\"You can bitch all you want about how much you hate people. You're still a part of the human race, a part of the system that caused all this. We all are.\"\n\nJosh looked Tom over, nodding slowly. \"You're right.\" he said, glaring back ar the streets below. \"People get the politicians they deserve. I think people deserve better than that.\"\n\n\"What you don't think we're making a difference?\" Tom said, suddenly feeling strangely insecure. \"We're making a difference. Isn't that why you brought us together? To make a difference?\"\n\n\"We pull pranks...\" Josh said, shook his head, like he was embarrassed. \"'MAP Rights...' As if they really care about us. We're a scapegoat. A way for them to get their way, while the further erode the privacy of children and everyone else. Next year you'll have to sign up with an ID to look at porn, how the fuck is that moving in a good direction? Every day I loathe opening up my phone, seeing the inane these retards pass...\"\n\n\"Take a break from Google News.\" Tom said.\n\n\"We shouldn't be afraid of our politicians they should be afraid of us!\" Josh snarled. But he wasn't snarling at Tom. His anger was palpable, it made the air vibrate.\"\n\n\"Imagine if instead of shooting up schools, suicidal teens shot up their local congress building? How many massacres in the name of climate change would we have to see before the republican party starred taking it seriously?\"\n\n\"So you want to be a martyr?\" Tom asked.\n\n\"No...maytrs get caught. They won't even know we exist.\"\n\nTom turned away. \"You're scaring me Josh...I know you're angry, we're all angry--\"\n\n\"Then fucking do something about it!\" Before Tom knew it Josh had grabbed him and flung him against the wall, pinning him there. Tom stared at his shoes.\n\n\"Look at me Tom.\" Josh ordered. Tom did not obey. \"LOOK AT ME!\" Tom glanced up. Not afraid of Josh, Josh would never hurt him, afraid of what he might see. The rabbits red eyes burned like embers, the anger and vindiction seemed to be a force all this own, like Josh was just a conduit of it. An entire lifetime of expressionless rage.\n\n\"You've been running, Tom!\" Josh said. \"You've been running your entire life! From your parents. From your friends. From that fucking insitition they sent you to as a child. Why? Because you're different!\"\n\n\"Why are you saying this?\" Tom muttered. He looked away to hide the tears in his eyes.\n\n\"I said look at me, dammit!\" Josh shouted. And Tom obeyed. \"It's time to stop hiding. At what point is violence justified, huh? At what point? We hide in the shadows, jerking off to self-hatred and shared trauma and our child pornography. How many years has it been this way? Have we had enough yet? When are we gonna fight?!\"\n\n\"I don't wanna fight...\" Tom kept muttering. \"I don't to fight...I just want to be left alone... I just...I just want people to leave me alone...\"\n\n\"Stop being a fucking coward!\" Tom could feel Josh's spit on his face. \"I thought you were chemically castrated, did somebody remove your balls too?\"\n\n\"You don't know what its like...\" Tom whimpered. \"You don't know what people can do to you.\"\n\n\"I do, Tom. We all do! Us. Our people. MAPs.\" Josh held a hand to his breast. \"I'm tired of running Tom! I'm tired of running!\"\n\nThe rabbit turned away. Tom realized he wasn't being held anymore. He slid to the ground as Josh looked for somewhere else to direct his anger, staring at the wall sullenly.\n\n\"You don't have to join us...\" Josh said after a moment, quieter. \"I know you have a good thing with Zack and I... You don't have to join us...\"\n\nThe two didn't face each other. They just stood there. The room was deathly silent.\n\n\"...what did you have in mind?\" Tom whispered.","writing_bbcode_parsed":""What if we killed people?"

"What?" Tom laughed. But the Josh's expression was serious. Tom looked down, playing with his vape. "I don't want to kill people..."

"That's exactly my point. That's why we'd be good at it."

"Come on, be serious."

"I am serious."

Tom looked up, waiting for the joke to land. But it never did. The rabbit kept staring out the window, occasionally smoking his cigarette.

"You ever think about the good that we could do if certain people were eliminated?"

"'Eliminated', you mean like MAPs?"

Josh glanced over and rolled his eyes. "Not MAPs", he said, returning to the window. "Politicians mostly, certain lobbiests, people who have influence in current affairs. People who's death could mean the difference between a better tomorrow for our children."

"We don't have any children..." Tom said. "At least not of our own, and I doubt the ones we do have would exactly be a role model in the eyes of mainstream society."

"Fuck society." Josh said. The rabbit seemed to suddenly turned bitter. "You never hurt Zack, even if the rest of our the world wants you to think so. He loves you and Cody does too. You've been a better parent to him than his own mother three times over and you know it."

Josh was staring at him now, that old gleam in his eyes again, and then he turned away, watching the streets below. "These fucking people have no idea what we are. What we can become. They should thank their lucky stars we're not the monsters they think we are."

"Is that why you're talking about murdering people? Some misplaced sense of vengeance?"

"Not vengence." the rabbit said, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Justice."

"There's no justice in the world, Josh. You should know that by now. Not for MAPs."

"I'm not talking about MAPs I'm talking about the good of the human race. I'm talking about strenghtening democracy."

"And how the fuck is assassinating politicians compatible with democracy?"

"It isn't." Josh chuckled. "But we don't live in one anyway, do we?" He glared at Tom, that familiar gleam again. "America isn't a democracy. Two parties isn't a democracy. Oh sure, we pretend it is. We cosplay it. It's all we ever talk about. Jerking ourselves off as we ban ranked choice voting in Florida, as our district lines steal the voices of millions of people, as our politicians argue about abortion and wokism and what the definition of a woman is while a climate apocolypse is knocking on our doorstep. A country where money equals votes, where a CEO's yearly salary is three times as much as we'll ever make in our lifetimes."

"You can bitch all you want about how much you hate people. You're still a part of the human race, a part of the system that caused all this. We all are."

Josh looked Tom over, nodding slowly. "You're right." he said, glaring back ar the streets below. "People get the politicians they deserve. I think people deserve better than that."

"What you don't think we're making a difference?" Tom said, suddenly feeling strangely insecure. "We're making a difference. Isn't that why you brought us together? To make a difference?"

"We pull pranks..." Josh said, shook his head, like he was embarrassed. "'MAP Rights...' As if they really care about us. We're a scapegoat. A way for them to get their way, while the further erode the privacy of children and everyone else. Next year you'll have to sign up with an ID to look at porn, how the fuck is that moving in a good direction? Every day I loathe opening up my phone, seeing the inane these retards pass..."

"Take a break from Google News." Tom said.

"We shouldn't be afraid of our politicians they should be afraid of us!" Josh snarled. But he wasn't snarling at Tom. His anger was palpable, it made the air vibrate."

"Imagine if instead of shooting up schools, suicidal teens shot up their local congress building? How many massacres in the name of climate change would we have to see before the republican party starred taking it seriously?"

"So you want to be a martyr?" Tom asked.

"No...maytrs get caught. They won't even know we exist."

Tom turned away. "You're scaring me Josh...I know you're angry, we're all angry--"

"Then fucking do something about it!" Before Tom knew it Josh had grabbed him and flung him against the wall, pinning him there. Tom stared at his shoes.

"Look at me Tom." Josh ordered. Tom did not obey. "LOOK AT ME!" Tom glanced up. Not afraid of Josh, Josh would never hurt him, afraid of what he might see. The rabbits red eyes burned like embers, the anger and vindiction seemed to be a force all this own, like Josh was just a conduit of it. An entire lifetime of expressionless rage.

"You've been running, Tom!" Josh said. "You've been running your entire life! From your parents. From your friends. From that fucking insitition they sent you to as a child. Why? Because you're different!"

"Why are you saying this?" Tom muttered. He looked away to hide the tears in his eyes.

"I said look at me, dammit!" Josh shouted. And Tom obeyed. "It's time to stop hiding. At what point is violence justified, huh? At what point? We hide in the shadows, jerking off to self-hatred and shared trauma and our child pornography. How many years has it been this way? Have we had enough yet? When are we gonna fight?!"

"I don't wanna fight..." Tom kept muttering. "I don't to fight...I just want to be left alone... I just...I just want people to leave me alone..."

"Stop being a fucking coward!" Tom could feel Josh's spit on his face. "I thought you were chemically castrated, did somebody remove your balls too?"

"You don't know what its like..." Tom whimpered. "You don't know what people can do to you."

"I do, Tom. We all do! Us. Our people. MAPs." Josh held a hand to his breast. "I'm tired of running Tom! I'm tired of running!"

The rabbit turned away. Tom realized he wasn't being held anymore. He slid to the ground as Josh looked for somewhere else to direct his anger, staring at the wall sullenly.

"You don't have to join us..." Josh said after a moment, quieter. "I know you have a good thing with Zack and I... You don't have to join us..."

The two didn't face each other. They just stood there. The room was deathly silent.

"...what did you have in mind?" Tom whispered.","pools_count":1,"title":"MAPS - II","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"1","rating_name":"Mature","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"3","name":"Violence","description":"Mild violence","rating_id":"1"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"3","views":"138"}