>be Anon Incognitus
>live in monster America
>it is exactly as the real America was intended to be, a country full of willful, freedom-loving people
>as badass as the country is, though, it still has a few annoying gimmicks
>and now, you’re living through one of it
>it’s the pride month
>all those alps hiding in the imageboards are now walking out in the open, looking for prey
>the usual “shoot them with your particle cannon if they act up” does not really work
>some of the more conservative individuals of both genders have been taking a very strong stance against those troons, and during the first years of pride months, they’ve been harassing alps
>which resulted in the alp groups carrying machine guns, cluster missile launchers, directional energy weapons, area-effect armaments…
>you shoot, they shoot back
>and, during those ‘pride’ demonstrations, they’re predominantly encountered in large groups
>you shoot one, the rest shoot back
>and then, they’ll rape you
>in your society, monster-girls rarely judge them for that
>the only exception is the conservative nutters, they would probably offer you some protection from the roving fag gangs
>but, you know better than to mingle with them
>wights, pharaohs, vampires and the rest of the “upper crust” of the society
>you aren’t sure whether they’re any better than the tranny faggots
>though they don’t have any privilege over the rest of the people (America Fuck Yeah!), they still behave like they do, and having one as a wife can be a very stressful experience
>well, you’d rather have neither
>so, normally, you stock up for the entire month and sit it out in your basement-bunker, only getting outside as strictly necessary
>this month, however, you’ve been careless running experiments with a new type of shielded fusion generator, but, well, it turned out to be not so shielded, and, long story short, the radiation levels in your basement won’t drop to the safe level ‘til August, next year
>normally, alps won’t try breaking into your house, but they can at least annoy you to shit
>they will stand in front of your house, chanting their gay-troon slogans, waving their signs, and, worse even, sending their tranny mana over to your place
>the latter is the most annoying, as it makes you feel all icky and willing to dismantle the current society and replace it with a quasi-fascist regime where everything would be censored in the name of “preventing hate speech” and the highest positions in the society would be distributed via affirmative action policies
>the basement has a mana filtering apparatus, but, it is irradiated to shit
>so, if you don’t wanna choke to death with their faggot fumes, you’ve got to find another solution for surviving the Pride Month
>the solution comes to you in form of an orderly, month-long retreat into uncivilized, wild regions
>you get up into your stash room, where you keep all your survival appliances prepared meticulously for the case of a zombie horde invasion
>an auto-carbine with 1200 bullets for it, three hundred cans of Beef-N’-Farts canned beef with beans, spare underwear for three months, an old Incendio-tron powered by essence from cum and burps, and an old collection of Stripe!, a porno comic featuring two dozen monster super-heroines
>the latter is probably covered with a thick essence grease from you over-using it, so you might want to put it into nanofibre casing to not attract wild monster-girls
>now, to pick a nice spot where you’ll stay
>the Random Forest? the volcanic ashen plains? the blood-kelp thicket?..
>wait, there’s a nice spot in the mountain ridge
>well, you’re all set, now get in your hovertraf and leave the while you still have time
>it’s about 8 hours until June, 1