Polaroids: Black Hounds (MxMxM)

Polaroids: Black Hounds (MxMxM)

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Last published Sun, Mar 7, 2021

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Two-hundred years ago a coup d'état rose after a dispute between the two governments and since then, Humanoids and Humans diverted from each other and into groups of people with the same opinion and beliefs. Because of this separation, criminality increased for the past decades to such a high level, that the whole civil system broke down. 5 Years prior a Bionic Bomb destroyed the happiness of the Marshall family. Now 5 years later, a same event occurs. A group of grey-hounds attempt to destroy the equillibrium in New Arkansas by using the same method. The Marshalls play their cards without hesitation. Driven by grief and painfull memories of a lost love, Alessandro and Giorgio are eager to play their cards and avenge their beloved. Momo Marshall lost his father 5 years ago, and is determined to help his other two dads to revenge Pops. The Marshalls are determined but what happens when after 5 years of mourning a spark of hope presents itself? Cover made by: ME (lol, I tried okay)

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