Tfw Your Nightmare is the Reality
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Last published Wed, Nov 9, 2016
Election of 2016. Trump won. And then people decided to take things in their own hands. Revolutionary groups rose to defend their beliefs and rights. Soon enough Trump was no longer the president. Nor was America a democracy.
America has turned into a lgbtq+ dictatorship. One of our protagonists is stuck in the jail for being "straight" and the other is fighting a losing fight against meaningless discrimination against straight people while being gay himself.
How will these two unlikely people work together? And how will they ever return the U.S. to its former democracy?
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