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>be me
>22 year old baby trans in the Most Serene Republic of Greater Caliphornia, year of our lord 2069
>no talents or skills aside from a mastery of the Hissatsu Ougi
>(my parents were transphobic ninjas)
>like not to brag but I am so unbelievably good at stabbing people
>doesn’t exactly qualify me for a desk job tho
>too many brain problems for UBI qualifications
>wtf the U stands for ‘universal’ how do I not qualify for something universal
>whatever fine
>try to become a hit(wo)man for los Norteños, they kick me out once they learn I’m actually filipina
>(yes my parents were filipino ninjas don’t worry about it)
>run into middle-aged academic lady named Maria who’s apparently a big name with the Poaster’s Guild
>somehow charm her with my complete lack of skills, charisma, and/or personal hygiene
>she says I should join the Westphalian Polycule of Seattle
>I do
>grad school TA milfs dress me up while I ramble about swords
>I’m in heaven
>until some lady starts asking me questions about some shit I don’t know anything about
>wait this isn’t swords
>panic
>”uhh… sure?”
>”hmm I see interesting”
>next day people start acting colder to me
>what
>ask Maria wtf is going on
>apparently I got tricked into taking a stance on some contentious discourse topic and now everyone’s saying I’m a crypto-nobunaguista
>said it was probably Vycky, apparently she’s jealous of the attention I’ve been getting
>bump into Vycky later that day
>instincts kick in
>stab her
>wait shit oh shit shit shit that wasn’t Vycky
>I can’t just stab some random girl and then leave tho, that would send the totally wrong message
>and also morally wrong or whatever
>drop random girl off at the hospital
>fucking. Vycky is there in the hospital lobby
>too many witnesses around
>I decide that the only rational response to this chain of events is to leave the Westphalian Polycule of Seattle without saying a word to anyone
>and steal a bunch of estrogen on my way out
>ontheroadagain.VR