The day of plebiscite may seizes the day to whoever gets elected within the position, but the protagonist was in a world of its own. The dog maintained an upright position, supporting by its feet, nonchalantly waiting for the results to be announced as it contemplated at his mothers portrait clutched in his hands, cracking his joint each by each so as to relief its tension from the past fatality he witnessed. A crepe and rose gold on one's snout goat then arrived to the front stage without hesitation, they withdraw a piece of unsealed envelope, and slithered the paper inside upwards, apparently positioning Pupper as the new leader of this city.
I can't comtinue this rn I'm going to drink choco milk bye
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Transpolisma: Phlico [ It's still a wip 😋 ]
Science FictionI don't know if I should keep this ongoing or not, but uh 😍 A story of literally everyone in the city arguing over politician and beliefs, that's it
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