The President looked over the balcony, gazing upon his loyal subjects.
"I will henceforth be restricting the flow of gelatin sweeties to one per term for each person."
The nation protested against such horrid restrictions. Gelatin sweeties were meant for all,
but those bastards put a tax on it!
It's all David's fault.
Nobody liked David.
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Consequences I : Utopia
HumorConsequences – the game where we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the start of the...
