You don’t even argue with it anymore. There was a time you would’ve closed this, felt uncomfortable, told yourself this isn’t you. Now you stay. You breathe through it. That’s corruption, not forced, just accepted. You’re letting it happen because you like what it turns you into.
At the end of the 41st century, absurd rumors had spread~
Ridiculous claims such as “men’s rights”, as if such 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 have any semblance to 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 people~
All that talk was nonsense, for it took mere months to convince such social ruckus that it was nothing but~