Gruff & Bones: The Quest For The Last N-Word Pass

Prologue

The year is 2036, political correctness is everywhere. Nowadays, you can't even tell a joke without the police up your ass. Me? I'm part of the resistance, a small group of people that was formed to keep what little freedoms we have left out of the hands of the government. So far? We haven't done well.

"Hows that fire coming alone?" I asked.

"It's comin'... slowly but surely." Bones replied.

Bones was a small, skinny, blonde, twink ass motherfucker. He was also the founder of the rebellion, well, co-founder. After shit hit the fan, me and him escaped to start a better life. But like I said… things haven't been easy.

"Got it!" Bones smiled proudly as the fire ignited.

"Finally." I said. 

We lied down in our sleeping bags, we made sure to put them at least 3 feet apart so it wasn't gay.

"Gruff…. do you think we'll ever get our freedom back?" Bones had fear and worry in his eyes. I knew what he wanted me to say, but unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to lie. 

"Go to sleep, Bones, it's been a long day." I said as I blew out the lantern.

Bones released a deep sigh. A sigh not of relief, but of surrender.

"Good night, Gruff." He said quietly.

"Good night, bones." 

I knew in my heart that there was one hope… an artifact from ancient times. An artifact that would rid America of this evil and bring us back to the golden times. The only problem was…. the path to this item is risky… and I'm sure that the government would hate for it to fall into my hands.