Current Events > CYOA: The government put horny pills in the water supply.

(+) Yeah! (+)

Can write more tomorrow for sure.

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That was good. Looking forward to seeing more!
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HotLap posted...

Youve entered on the heels of a two week absence resulting in half an update, the perfect time.

Feels just like the old CYOA days <3

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Your breath quickens as you walk further away from the safety youve enjoyed for years. Lennox called life outside these walls hell. Youre having trouble knowing what to expect. It cant be that bad, if most of the population lives there, right? Then again, it was apparently bad enough that your father and his friends built walls to separate themselves from it. As you reach the end of the road, you stare up at the fifteen foot steel wall and wonder why it only now strikes you as excessive.
Lennox notices youve stopped and gazes skyward with you. Are you sure?
No. You give another tug on the drawstrings of the hoodie and sharply exhale through your nose. You wordlessly stride forward toward the turnstile in the wall.
A security officer calls out to the two of you from his booth, Dont try to come back without your ID on you and an email confirming you are permitted to be here. Something we can validate, PLEASE, he sounds exasperated. Im tired of these fucking people coming up to the wall saying theyre here to give flowers to Miss Weiner with a hard dick in their pants. Miss Weiner dont want those flowers. Jesus.

The prospect of dozens of people coming to the wall to offer themselves to you doesnt exactly make you excited about stepping into their domain, but you cross the turnstile anyways. The first thing you noticed was the smell. The lavender-scented air that overpowered your nostrils almost to the point of sneezing now seems justified. Musty sweat. Expired seed. A whiff of poop. The smell. Dear God, the smell. Thankfully, the smell was the worst part.
Based on the descriptions Lennox provided, you thought youd see something horrifying. Something disgusting. Maybe primal and barbaric. But what you saw was just a little sad. Every building seemed to be in disarray. Not collapsed or abandoned, just ignored. Any routine maintenance that should have been done over the last seven years has simply fallen by the wayside. Who wants to be horny on a ladder? Nobody. So the paint stays chipped.

New York wasnt the friendliest place before, but you cant spot anyone who isnt looking directly at the ground. A man in a cotton grey jacket passes you holding a pharmacy bag. Hes got a full-on erection in his jeans. He stops briefly to swiftly reach down and tug his erection into his waistband. He glances over at you out of the corner of his eye as he sees you staring. He grunts unhappily and shuffles off. Hes so torqued he can barely think straight, but someone he loves probably needs those pills. A woman in a tan overcoat and a red ski cap passes the freshly tucked pedestrian. Shes been staring at her feet with each step, but her focus fades as she turns and peeks at the mans behind. She suddenly shakes herself back into concentration and checks the time on her phone. As she moves past you, the two of you make eye contact. Her green eyes scream, Fuck it, Im going for it, as she bites her lower lip. Once again, she seems to come back to attention. Shes not walking through New York City to get nasty with you on a sidewalk. Her shift starts in ten minutes and shes still four blocks away. Everyone is horny all the time, but horny dont pay the bills for them. You cant imagine what it would feel like to have to suppress those urges nearly every waking moment. Not only that, but knowing that everyone else feels the same way and yet no one is acting on it. Its both admirable and a little depressing. Youre not sure if-

Lennox that man at the bus stop is masturbating, you whisper as you try to subtly point at him. Sitting on a bench is an older man, probably about seventy five years old, tugging on himself in his sweatpants. The people of New York dont seem to be paying him any mind. Theyre not even making an effort to avoid him, just walking by as if he were just another person waiting for the bus. A college student holding a gym bag stops in front of him and asks, Hey, how long til the next bus comes along?
Dont dont talk to me right now, the old man pleads.

You hold your hand out at the spectacle in disbelief. Does no one give a shit about this?
What? Lennox asks.
That old man is jacking off on that bench over there!
You really havent been outside those walls in a long time, huh?
What? So this is allowed?
Public sex and masturbation, yeah. I mean the government kind of had to change the laws, no? Itd be like if dancing was illegal but then the government played Kraftwerk over a loudspeaker for the whole country.
This is a revelation.
At least hes doing it under the covers. Were all going through it, weve all given in at some point. Im not going to judge him for it. At least hes not making us watch. Hell, its destigmatized to the point that anything other than taking your pants all the way off is almost considered polite.
Its a CRIME! You dont care that the government are the ones who put the horny pills in the water supply. You dont see yourself ever being on board with whats happening at the bus stop. They might need to add a few more feet to that fucking steel wall.

Kraftwerks 1974 hit Autobahn serenades the block as Lennox steps away and answers his cell phone. Hallo?
A man wearing a zip-up raincoat over a pair of blue scrubs stops next to you. Was that Kraftwerk?
You nod gently. I think so.
God, I dont hear them too often anymore.
Me neither.
They remastered a lot of their albums in 2009, they sound fantastic. I have The Man-Machine on vinyl.
Um thats great.
Yeah, it is. It is. Fun fact, I lost my anal virginity to Radioactivity a few years back.
Voice dripping with disdain, you reply, Okay, you can keep fucking walking, sir.
The apparent medical professional looks slightly hurt and deeply perplexed as he retreats.

You can hear Lennox frantically asking questions to whoever hes talking to. You did it tonight?... We werent- Where did you-... our apartment?! Why? Thats the last place you should have gone! Okay Okay! Stay put. Im on my way. He hangs up the phone.
Everything alright? you ask curiously.
I think so? Yeah. Maybe. But potentially no. Probably, no, in fact.

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Next update will have a vote, I swear.

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No worries Hot. This is entertaining either way.

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Thanks dude. For the nice words and for calling me hot.

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Bump. Should be in a decent state of mind to write something dystopian after tonight.

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I'd laugh if I weren't crying
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Bump

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teepan95 posted...

I'd laugh if I weren't crying

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